Walking in the inner city of the Angel of Death, Mundo rubbed his ears that were red from the cold.
This winter in Siberia was surprisingly cold, colder than the eyes of the guards patrolling past him.
Breathing hard on his nose, which was also red from the cold, Mondo subconsciously wrapped himself in the worn-out D-class combat uniform under the guard's extremely cold eyes.
He was just an ordinary soldier, fighting under the Angel of Death's transformation.
He was just entering the stream in the sequence, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of these guards.
One day I will become a being like them.
I couldn't help but say na na in my mouth.
The young Mondo stepped on the snow and finally stopped in front of a store.
Mandala Bar, looking up at the fonts shining under the psychedelic lights, Mondo wiped his nose and pushed the door open.
The Mandala Bar has the same familiar layout as before, but it is not yet business hours, so the inside of the bar is a little deserted, but this does not stop the enthusiasm of young people.
As a warrior who made a living by selling information, Mundo always got to work early.
After greeting the acquaintances sitting in the bar in twos and threes, Mondo quickly walked into his seat, which was in a relatively corner position.
Here he could clearly see all kinds of people in the hall, and of course, more fully.
The reason is that he cannot afford the points required for other positions.
Just like the harsh winter outside the bar, the Death Angel is now having a hard time.
The invasion from the Empire many years ago caused it to be severely damaged, and the nuclear explosion of A13 shortly afterwards made the Death Angel even worse.
That sudden nuclear explosion destroyed more than just A13.
The radiation dust particles it produced quickly spread to several surrounding areas, and these areas were where Death Angel's mining areas were located.
Of course, these are just a few of the straws that broke the camel's back.
Since Yang Feng came to power, the cruel and bloody internal fighting has seriously damaged the vitality of the Death Angel.
In order to gain the initiative in the civil war, Yang Feng has concentrated almost all his power on New Zealand.
The result of this untimely choice based on the research and development of a generation of reformers.
It just made the Death Angel, who was already severely injured, even more depressed.
But everything has two sides.
Another result of Yang Feng's move was that he finally took complete control of the Angel of Death.
Mundo was a lucky young man who chose the right side in the Civil War, even though it was not his choice.
Originally he thought he would stay in the army as a soldier after the war.
But the result was that they were kicked out mercilessly and the weak were eaten by the strong.
When he learned that the real elites who were left behind would enjoy the transformation brought about by new technology, Mondo felt even more disappointed.
The war destroyed the Angel of Death, leaving many warriors who relied on their missions to lose their source of survival.
Forced to join the army, and after the war, these soldiers who were ruthlessly kicked out of the army were even more difficult to move.
So a new profession began to become popular among the Death Angels, that is, intelligence agents.
Young Mondo is one of them.
They make a living by selling all kinds of intelligence to maintain the Angel of Death who lost most of their intelligence sources after the war.
But in fact, they are not just selling intelligence.
Sometimes, they are willing to do anything to survive.
His eyes wandered inside the sparse bar, and Mondo was quickly attracted by a few people with unfamiliar faces.
And when his eyes caught the wine glass held in one of the men's hands.
His young eyes suddenly lit up.
In this difficult time, not everyone can afford a glass of tequila with ice.
This will be a big employer, Mondo thought as he leaned towards him.
Logically speaking, based on Mondo's many years of experience in the Mandala Bar, there shouldn't be any unfamiliar faces that he has never seen before.
The strange thing is that he has never seen the somewhat taciturn man in front of him.
Experience reminded him that he should pay more attention, but when he thought about it, this was the inner city of the Angel of Death that was heavily guarded, and Mondo put aside all his worries.
This man had half-length black hair, and a flaxen trench coat outlined his broad figure.
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Most of his face was blocked by the side collar of the trench coat that stood up at the side of his neck.
Mondo was left with a pair of black, shiny pupils.
But what caught Mondo's attention the most were his exposed fingers.
His slender fingers were gently clasped on the edge of the cup, and his knuckles were as bony as steel bars and matched with strong muscle lines.
Mundo had no doubt about the power these hands could possess.
"Sir."
Mondo cleared his throat and sat next to the man very skillfully.
"Do you need information?
As you can see, I am the best intelligence officer in this area."
Regardless of the tolerance of several other colleagues, Although he couldn't help laughing, Mondo introduced himself very seriously.
The taciturn man took a gentle sip of the spicy tequila on the rocks, and his slightly narrowed eyes showed that he missed this taste.
The wise bartender hurriedly filled it up for him.
He didn't want to lose such a generous patron because of his negligence.
"The best intelligence officer" The man seemed to understand the words of the young man next to him at this time.
His voice was very magnetic, like two magnets rubbing against each other, slightly hoarse but very pleasant, "Then tell me, maybe I would be interested.”
Mondo breathed a sigh of relief.
For some reason, he felt a chill to his bones when the man glanced at him.
It was a look that could only be tempered by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Maybe it was just an illusion. , Mondo couldn’t help but remind himself.
"Have you heard that Yama was defeated by the Yuanzu tribe ten days ago.
The entire organization was completely captured overnight.
The three major families that used to look down upon Yama ceased to exist in one day, and many other families also surrendered to the Yuanzu tribe."
"That's it."
The corner of the drinking man's mouth raised slightly, "If it's just that, then you don't look any different from those previous colleagues who also claimed to be the best."
This time Mondo finally saw this man clearly.
This profile seemed to be outlined with hard lead.
He was hard and determined.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife and he was not angry.
He had a slightly pursed lips under his tall nose.
Chilly, Mondo has never seen such a perfect face.
It's not that he has never seen a handsome person before, but this unique temperament is definitely not something ordinary people can possess.
Mondo swallowed subconsciously, and he suddenly felt like he had seen this face somewhere before.
"Of course I'm different from them."
Due to the arrogance of the young man, Mondo naturally disagreed with this man's words, "Then do you know who led the distant ancestor tribe to defeat Yama?"
The man slowly drank a sip of tequila and smiled faintly with interest.
Seeing the man's expression, Mondo said angrily, "Do you remember the nuclear explosion in A13?
The disaster that severely damaged the Angel of Death.
The one who led the ancient tribe to attack Yama was the one who created that nuclear explosion.
The one who escaped from The Angel of Death is at the top of the must-kill list, but no one has ever seen him again."
"oh" "Fan, he is Fan."
When Mondo mentioned this name, the atmosphere in the entire bar suddenly became silent.
Even though the man called Fan has been gone for many years, this name is like the deepest taboo. , remains in the hearts of all angels of death.
His past is a legend, a legend that no one can surpass.
Mondo raised his head proudly.
He felt that few people except him knew the news, so he missed the extremely complicated expression of the man next to him.
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But soon, the young Mondo realized that this news was originally going to be used by him in exchange for points to live on, but he didn't expect to be provoked by just a few words.
Moreover, his voice was so loud that it had already been heard by several colleagues who were snickering on the side.
When he thought of this, he suddenly panicked.
However, when he was at a loss, a broad palm patted his shoulder from behind, and then, he felt something else in the breast pocket of his worn-out D-class combat uniform.
Subconsciously taking out this thing, Mondo's eyes never left.
"Take it, kid, this is your reward."
A voice appeared from behind him.
The drinking man shook his head slightly at this time, as if he did not agree with the speaker's actions.
"This kid reminds me of me in the past, and this isn't really an expensive gift, is it?
Boss."
There was a smile in the loud voice.
It's not a precious gift.
Mundo almost thought he heard wrongly.
If the seventh-level lightsaber in his hand is not a precious gift, then what is?
"That's true.
You didn't get this thing with your own hands anyway, so naturally you won't cherish it."
Another female voice came at this time.
It was a woman wearing a bright red tight leather jacket.
"Of course."
There was even more laughter in the loud voice, "Not only did I not get it with my own hands, to be precise, it is not mine."
The woman in red suddenly frowned, and then realized that the lightsaber that had been stored close to her body was now missing.
"Art, you bastard, believe it or not, I will beat you to death."
The woman in red was about to rush out in a menacing manner, but young Mundo's eyes never left her overly huge breasts from this moment on.
"You bastard, what are you looking at?
Do you believe that I have gouged out your eyes?"
"Okay."
The drinking man finally left his seat, "Stop making trouble, we still have business to do."
His voice was very calm, but strangely the two people who were arguing closed their mouths at the same time.
How these three people left the bar, no one could explain clearly.
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared, leaving only Mondo, who was still in a daze, holding the lightsaber in his hand, and the dumb bartender.
Looking at the empty wine glass, there was a standard lightsaber that was also up to level six.
At this time, outside the Mandala Bar, Van was walking in the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, simply immersed in endless memories of the past.
"I'm back again, just as I promised back then.
It's just that I am no longer the same person I was then, and the Angel of Death today is not what I used to be."
With a faint sigh, Fan just casually waved his hand and turned the entire team of patrolling guards who discovered them from being awake to fainting.
"I'm back, but what about you":