"Boss!"

Cao Ganjing hadn't seen Zhao Yulin for almost half a year. When they met again, his eyes were full of admiration of a little fan.

"Yeah."

Zhao Yulin also gently rubbed his head, asked him to turn around, and lifted his clothes to see his injured back.

The gauze was wrapped tightly, so the shocking scars could not be seen, but the size of the wound could be vaguely seen, which was about the same size as an ordinary rice bowl.

"My luck was so bad that I met the second sister of Butterfly Knife on a farm. That woman is so cruel! She smiled at you on the surface, but she arranged someone to stab you in the back." Cao Ganjing explained the cause of the injury, and he was still frightened.

The Butterfly Knife is a mercenary group that has been active in South Africa for many years. Its predecessor was the once-famous international gang, the Violet Society. However, it did not last long because it was destroyed by the US army because of its excessive reactionary activities.

The current captain of the Butterfly Knife is a Ukrainian woman, who was once the mistress of the Violet Big Brother. After the destruction of the Violet Society, this strong woman stood up and led the remnants of the defeated troops away from North America to Africa, where the conditions were the most difficult, and established the current team that looks like a mercenary army but does not look like a mercenary army.

There is no hope of making a comeback, but the Butterfly Knife is now doing well. They do everything, including fighting, intelligence, escort, and robbery. In short, as long as someone pays, they will do the job. Their reputation is not inferior to that of Violet.

Of course, the reason why this team is so famous is not because of how many masters and strong men there are, nor because of how strong their combat capabilities are. So far, the Butterfly Knife, from top to bottom, including the Ukrainian woman, has only 20 to 30 people.

The name of the Butterfly Knife spreads widely on the battlefield because all the members of this team are women, and they are all beautiful women.

However, even those very powerful mercenary groups, with many murderers, dare not despise these women, let alone invade and oppress them. They can only have evil thoughts in their hearts.

They are salivating but have never interfered with each other.

In essence, in addition to the huge financial resources left by Violet, the Butterfly Blade also had 20 or 30 women who were not easy to deal with, especially the Ukrainian woman named Rokaya, who was simply a living female tyrant of the modern era.

So in general, a group of women won respect and awe through their own efforts in the Shura field full of sweat and smoke. For any single mercenary or a mercenary army, the Butterfly Blade is a presence worthy of respect.

Zhao Yulin put down Cao Ganjing's clothes and said, "Judging from the area of ​​the wound, the bullet that hit you seems to have strong penetrating power. The fact that you are still alive is actually not bad, you are just lucky."

Weiwei, who rarely took the initiative to speak, spoke: "How did you escape

when you were surrounded by the butterfly knife squad?" Cao Ganjing said, "Fortunately, I had a piece of steel plate in my backpack. I felt tired at first, but who knew that thing could save my life at the critical moment."

"They only shot you once?" Luoyang asked.

Cao Ganjing thought for a moment and said, "I fell into a coma after being shot, and I'm not very clear. I just remember that they seemed to be chasing someone else at that time. No one cared about me after they shot me."

He looked at Zhao Yulin and said, "Boss, you almost had to pay off your romantic debt for me. If this is not bad luck, I really don't know what is bad luck."

Zhao Yulin smiled bitterly. If it was really a real romantic debt, he would have been hunted for so many years. But the actual situation was that he had just debuted and was still childish. He heard that Butterfly Knife had an extremely beautiful female boss, who was more seductive than the Egyptian queen, so he couldn't help but sneaked into Cape Town.

He could swear to heaven that the young man at that time really just wanted to see what a foreign woman who was more seductive than an Egyptian queen looked like.

As fate would have it, when he entered the room, he happened to run into the fragrant and voluptuous scene of the female hero taking a shower. Her white flesh was simply a work of art.

Zhao Yulin had only seen the body of one woman, the widow Wang in Longdong Village, from childhood to adulthood. At that time, it seemed as if he saw a new world behind the glass door. The two round balls were not very large, but they stood upright and made Zhao Yulin feel as if he had lost his soul. He pushed the door and walked in.

And then... there was no then. Zhao Yulin's primitive impulse had not been released yet, and he was chased from the city to the desert by a dozen women with submachine guns, with a nosebleed.

In the following three years, Ukrainian women always remembered the grudge and tried every means to kill him. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to live to this day. Although he did not die, he also became a laughing stock in the mercenary world.

"I'm so depressed. People say that Western women are open-minded. How can they fight to the death just by looking at him while taking a shower?" Zhao Yulin was very depressed.

Tu Wei joked, "Beating is love, scolding is affection. Maybe he has a crush on the boss? He keeps shouting for war and killing, maybe he just wants to take you away as a male pet."

Hai Qingzi pushed her boyfriend and said unhappily, "You don't talk much at ordinary times, but you are so unruly when you open your mouth!"

Luo Yang said in a deep voice, "Am I the only one who thinks it's strange?"

Lu Man raised his eyebrows and looked at his good brother, asking uncertainly, "Are you talking about the butterfly knife suddenly changing its style?"

Wei Wei studied psychology, with meticulous logic and best at analysis. She said, "Usually, For three years, the tip of the butterfly knife was only pointed at the boss, and never at others. They even tried to save Cui Bowen when he was killed by the Black Widow. Although they failed to save him in the end, the two extremes were obvious when put together with the current incident. "

Her expression was as elegant and cold as before, and no one knew whether she was equally cold in her heart. She glanced at everyone and continued, "I'm very sorry to bring up everyone's sad story, but I think it's necessary to think about it."

There was a brief silence in the room.

After a moment, Hai Qingzi hesitated and asked, "Could it be that Lukaya has been unable to kill the boss and is anxious?"

Lu Man nodded, "It's possible. It's difficult to kill the boss, but it's not difficult to kill us. After failing for a long time, she happened to meet Cao Ganjing and wanted to kill someone related to the boss to vent her anger. It's normal."

In some places where sunlight is not easy to shine, human life is really worthless, and the only meaning is whether it is valuable or not.

Weiwei didn't quite believe this statement. She hugged her knees as usual, sat on the bed, and whispered, "I think the probability of another possibility is higher."

Everyone looked at her, and Zhao Yulin started drinking the drinks provided in the hotel room again.

She thought about it, her thoughts became clear, and she said, "In the past three years, Butterfly Knife has never given up the pursuit, but the frequency is not urgent. They have been waiting for the right opportunity. So in my opinion, they are not in a hurry, so they shouldn't be so impatient and unscrupulous."

Zhao Yulin bit the drink straw and sucked it with a slurping sound, and said meaningfully, "Do you think there is another hidden reason for them shooting Gan Jing?"

"There must be something fishy."

Weiwei said firmly, as if she was a member of the Butterfly Knife.

She likes to speculate on people's minds, and her accuracy is always shocking, which is why Zhao Yulin invited her to join this small group.

In terms of psychology, she has reached a height that many psychology experts can hardly reach at the age of 23, so Zhao Yulin usually trusts her speculation.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Take good care of yourself, little brother. When you recover, go and investigate a big case for me."

Zhao Yulin raised his hand and wanted to pat Cao Ganjing's shoulder, but he took his hand back because of the latter's injury.

The threat of the butterfly knife can be said to be far away. As Vivian said, the woman Rokaya is really determined to kill him, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal at the moment, because the female tyrant is obviously not to the point of destroying both herself and the enemy.

The most pressing and urgent problem is to worry about the guy from the Sun Group.

With his ability, he may not be able to help Sun Chongyue eliminate the disaster and solve the problem, but if he knows who the enemy is, he will not fall into the situation where the enemy is in the dark and he is in the light. Only then can he prescribe the right medicine.

At least, he can protect Sun Leling safely.

...

It was late at night when he returned to the villa. The eldest lady was watching TV on the second floor tonight. She was so energetic after watching the drama that she did not fall asleep like last time.

"Are you still awake?"

He quietly walked to Sun Leling and touched her.

The eldest lady was startled, turned around and found that it was her little bodyguard, and said cutely: "Are you back?"

It was dark, with only the light from the TV screen. Zhao Yulin saw little stars in the other person's eyes.

"I'm back. It's so late, go to bed." He got up and walked towards his bedroom.

"I wanted to sleep a long time ago."

Sun Leling yawned and turned off the TV behind him, preparing to go back to the house.

Zhao Yulin's mouth curled up, turned around and leaned against the door, looking at the little girl who had let down her guard and dared to wear cool and sleepy clothes at home, and said: "You went to bed as soon as I came back. Are you waiting for me?"

"..."

In the darkness, only Sun Leling's shadow suddenly froze and remained silent for a long time.

Outside the large French window, the rain stopped and a strong wind blew. There were many green bamboos planted in the courtyard of the villa, swaying and rustling, which was very pleasant and soothing.

"No! Stop being so narcissistic!"

Sun Leling argued, her voice clear, like a trickle, gentle and clean, with a hint of bravado.

Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps, and the emotionally struggling young lady hurried back to the bedroom, slamming the door nervously.

"Good night."

Zhao Yulin shouted through the door.

"Good night!"

An echo came from the other side of the door soon, but the emotional ups and downs were obviously greater, either excitement or something else.

Zhao Yulin walked into the bedroom with a smile on his face, feeling inexplicably relaxed, even humming a song while taking a shower. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes happily, and looked forward to having a spring dream.

He had no idea what it felt like to dream before, and only thought that people could experience something very beautiful but unattainable in dreams.

Zhao Yulin imagined a dream. In his imagination, there were no skateboards, but there could be a girl who taught him how to skateboard.