Chapter 1239 (1/2)
”Hi, Mr.DP It's another beautiful day, isn't it
Indian driver dupende, or Adu for short, was driving his yellow taxi to the corner near al's house.
When he saw the valet get on the bus, he said hello to him with ah San's enthusiasm full of curry flavor.
”Whew, I put the stinger missile in the trunk. Remember to remind me to take it when I get off the bus.” The valet sat on the co pilot and held the pony's backpack in his arms: ”there are still remnants of your cousin in the trunk. I just picked up a bone and gave it to you.”
The bodyguard doesn't know what he's carrying. Maybe it's a skull fragment or a crotch bone. But hey, he's a mercenary, and he's not a researcher in bone tracking. It's useless for him to recognize bones.
So he handed the bone to Adu. Adu started the car, rolled down the window and threw the bone out of the window. He turned around with an Indian smile.
”I'll take it as if you said it was a good day.”
The valet shrugged and looked at the piece of bone inserted into a pile of dog excrement on the roadside. He nodded: ”well done, my friend. Putting my cousin in the trunk and letting him die in an accident is a stroke of genius.”
The third driver was excited for some reason: ”really? Do you think my anti hero rating is just right? ”
The valet looked at the roof of the car and thought about it. Then he pointed to the picture hanging beside the steering wheel: ”maybe, what do you say about the beautiful Gita?”
”She was a little sad to know that BANDU was dead, but after a few days of starvation, she stopped crying and was very kind to me now.” Ah Du man replied with a smile. His expression was full of happiness.
”Not bad.” The valet nodded, took out a few times in his underwear, and took out a card with yellow hair and wrinkled hair: ”let me have a look. First go to this place in Queens, and I'll go to the master of imitation.”
”Oh, another mercenary. I've heard of him.” ADU's head was resting on his bag, and his eyes looked at the road: ”but I haven't heard of you acting with him.”
Wade's mask showed a memory expression, as if it was really like this: ”I have a good relationship with him, but one more person to work, means more money, he is very mean.”
ADU didn't know whether the bodyguard was true or not. Anyway, he listened with understanding and nodded:
”in our taxi driver community, there is a common practice of carpooling cooperation. One driver runs in the daytime and the other runs at night. But I don't want to find night shift drivers to cooperate, because it's too troublesome.”
”That's right. Your car is so fragrant, just like the Henghe river. I really can't imagine how dirty things will be on your car.” The valet nodded.
”That's right.” Du pengde stepped on the accelerator and drifted across the corner from the gutter: ”sit tight, Mr. D. It's five minutes.”
the master imitator opened a martial arts school on the address recorded on the business card.
Yes, mercenaries don't have business every day. Unlike death attendants who stay at home to watch cartoons or Serials and eat and die, imitating masters belongs to the more enterprising type.
His spare time will be used to teach students, collect tuition, subsidize the family and so on. In the mercenary world, imitating the master Anthony is really an alien.
Because the mercenaries are quick to get money, most of them spend money very fast. They have no concept of financial management, let alone do business.
But Anthony is different. He has no family, no wife and children, but the whereabouts of his money is unknown.
Except for his personal hobbies, he has almost no personal equipment. No smoking, no drinking, no ladies, no luxury.
He used to be one of the instructors of the aegis Bureau, but because of some things, he left the aegis Bureau and became a mercenary himself.
Anthony taught a lot of students. He mainly taught fighting skills. If fortune taught ideology and morality, he taught sports.