Chapter 7 (1/2)

“As long as you send the weapons to us, the money will not be burned to you, and when the war is over, there will be more benefits.”

These people in the Middle East were not stingy in writing phony checks in an attempt to muddle through with substandard down payments.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” The Priest was not moved at all. “I never do business on credit. The down payments you put out is not in line with what you said before, so of course this s.h.i.+pment cannot be sold to you. ”

“You……”

One of the young Middle Easterners was almost instantly violent. Up, like a beast, he pounced towards the Priest's position.

Several bodyguards around the Priest immediately reacted to block the Priest in front of him, and the hidden weapons came out.

The reactions of the Middle Easterners were quite tacit, and when their companions jumped up to attract attention, that not particularly eye-catching man rised at an unusually quick speed so that he was the first to approach the priest.

“Don't move.” The skinny Middle Eastern man took out a pocket gun. “You tell your men to let go of my partner.”

The Priest's two bodyguards had suppressed several of the people who had just attracted attention.

“I don't remember selling this gun in your hand to the Middle East. It's small, and it's easy to carry in your arms, so it's very popular with the ladies. The war zone is still more practical and mobile. It seems that I am not the only arms dealer you have ever met.” The Priest took his time and did not mean to cooperate at all.

“Hurry up and get the s.h.i.+pment to the designated direction, or I'll kill you.”

“No.” The Priest decisively refused, “Sir, this is not the first time I have met someone like you. There are always some people who think that as long as they control me, they can control my business.”

“Looks like you really want to die―”

His voice had no yet lowered when the Middle Eastern with a gun had already a b.l.o.o.d.y hole between his brows. The expression on his face was at a loss, as if he did not quite understand what had happened.

He had fallen and his pistol had fallen to the ground.

The Middle Easterners controlled by bodyguards could hardly believe it.

What happened?

“You can't just throw such a good product on the ground.” The Priest straightened his collar, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground. He smiled at the Middle Eastern merchants, and fired a few shots at them.

“People on the battlefield always think they can break all the rules.” The Priest looked cold, “but I am a businessman, and I will come out even if I know that my guests are likely to break my word. What do you say, Mr. Count? ”

“Wu Yun's marksmans.h.i.+p is still the same, and Mr. Priest still has the same courage.” Chen Yong could not help clapping. “No matter how many times you look at it, this kind of shooting is amazing.”

In order to prevent sniper attacks, there were few other buildings near the church where the Priest lived. The nearest building was also separated by a river, about three or four hundred meters, and the view was not very clear.

Under such circ.u.mstances, whether it was snipers, or those who ordered snipers, there was no doubt that they had a high level of confidence in themselves. Because if they did a good job of it, he will die without knowing who it was.

Almost no one who could be called a sharpshooter had ever been trained. The gunmen who had been trained and trained were quite a few, but in the face of those who were born with excellent gun sense, they still fell sort several times.

Wu Yun was such a person.

When he was taught to shoot, Chen Yong didn't have much hope. Just because Wu Yun was thin and Asian, he was born to lose against the rest of the population physically. Learning to shoot could at least make up for physical deficiencies.

But Wu Yun missed the target on the first shot, but afterwards the gun hit the target.

Whether it was moving targets or shooting in times of wind and rain, Wu Yun rarely missed the target.

When Chen Yong asked him how to determine the path of the bullet, Wu Yun's answer was intriguing―because I felt I would hit the mark.

Born with the ability to use guns flexibly, excellent dynamic vision, excellent jumping ability, very sensitive to danger, as well as perfect instant memory and excellent sense of language.

Chen Yong suspected that he did not save a child, but a natural war monster.

Each child had enough ability to make him one of the world's top athletes and mercenaries, and if he had been born into an ordinary family instead of on the battlefield, his name might have reverberated through the world in another way.

Unfortunately, G.o.d was not so fair.

In addition to giving him excellent physical ability, he also deprived Wu Yun of pain and empathy.

The world that Wu Yun could see was completely different from the one seen by ordinary people.

Chen Yong also took Wu Yun to some peaceful and comfortable places. Because of his work, he travelled around the world with Wu Yun almost every day, but Wu Yun had no interest. Only in Sasimu's port had Wu Yu asked to stay for the first time.

He knew instinctively that this was the only place where he could live.

Chen Yong and Wu Yun lived together in Sasimu for ten years.

When Wu Yun was fourteen years old, Chen Yong had nothing to teach him, or was even match for Wu Yun at all.

He was old enough to be his son's child, which Chen Yong had never thought of before.

*Not entirely sure: 对自己捡回来的年纪足够当自己儿子的孩子出手，这是陈庸以前完全没有想过的。

He did not lack beauty, nor did he lack bed companions, but only Wu Yun was different.

Wu Yun was different from all the people in the world. He was unique and amazing.

He did not hide his emotions, nor did he care about worldly ideas and ethics.

It wasn't that he didn't understand, he just didn't want to follow it.

In order to survive, people in the world would force themselves to learn to adapt to all kinds of rules and do things they didn't want to do, but Wu Yun wouldn't.

He was free from heart to body.

So Wu Yun was able to live like a fish in water. Even if the Priest and Bartender knew in their hearts that Wu Yun was a moving a.r.s.enal, they never wanted to bind him.

“Yes, Wu Yun is the best bodyguard.” The Priest laughed too. “With him, you don't have to worry about the ants. Do you want to see him? If you want to see him, I'll call him over. ”

“He should have gone.” Chen Yong smiled and refused the Priest's kindness. “After Wu Yun is sure there is nothing here that can continue to threaten you, he will leave.”

The bodyguard next to the Priest received a reply and hastened to say something.

“Although you have been away for three years, you still know him very well.” The Priest nodded slightly. “Yes, Wu Yun is gone.”

“You only paid him for sniping, and he won't miss it when he's done. He's such a kid.” Chen Yong's face appeared with glorious smile. “It's good to know he's alive and kicking. I'll be back after I'm finished.”

“I heard there was another blond hybrid kid next to Wu Yun.” The Priest was somewhat interested. “Did you send it?”

“Mmh.”

“Why did you suddenly want to give him something?”

“To let him learn to love.” Chen Yong smiled at the Priest. “Even if it's just a little bit, I hope one day, the dark clouds floating in the sky can stop a little bit and understand how I feel.”

Therefore, he would try all the means he wanted..