Frank's eyes were red, and he was exhausted and sleepy, but after getting used to this kind of life, it would be no problem to let him stay up for another twenty-four hours.

"How was the observation?"

John, who had just entered the door, did not answer Frank. He walked directly to the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke, opened it, and downed it in one gulp.

Hiccupping loudly, John took out the second can of Coke, opened it again, and stood next to the refrigerator and drank another half of the can in one go.

Eraser said impatiently: "We are all waiting for your observation results, how about that kid."

Frank frowned. He stared at his bloodshot eyes and said, "Have you been stimulated by anything? Didn't you quit Coke? Why did you start drinking again?"

John took the remaining half can of Coke and went to the sofa and sat down. He first took a deep breath, and then said in a very slow tone: "I lost to that kid with a Smith & Wesson 1911. It's $1,600. Captain, you pay for it."

Frank frowned, "What happened?"

John hesitated to speak, and closed his mouth. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed his mouth again.

Eraser said angrily, "Tell me, are you stupid?"

"I'm really a little uh, I need to organize the language, why not talk about the bison first, how is he, can he be buried normally?"

Frank shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's a little troublesome. It's hard to issue a normal death certificate. If you buy a coroner to forge the cause of death, you need at least 20,000 dollars. There are too many joints to get through, and the bison doesn't have any insurance. There is no inheritance that can be inherited. It doesn't make much sense to forge a normal death. We all feel that the money is used to forge the death certificate, so it's better to pass it on to his mother."

John sighed: "Yes, can I get in touch with his mother?"

Frank nodded and said, "I have his mother's phone number and address."

"When will you be buried?"

Rubber said from the side: "We bought a cemetery in a private cemetery. The bison can be buried in it, but there can be no funeral or any ceremony, so we didn't wait for you and buried him today."

John frowned and said, "I still want to attend the funeral."

"I told you, there is no funeral."

After Eraser finished speaking impatiently, he waved his hand and said, "Now let's talk about your observation results, how is that kid doing?"

John said sadly: "The buffalo died like this. There was no funeral, no memorial ceremony, no relatives or friends, no wife and no children. The three of you just found him a random place to bury him. Do you have any ideas?"

Rubber whispered: "At least he still has a coffin, a priest prayed for him, and a cemetery, what else do you want?"

The captain sighed, and said in a low voice, "Yes, at least we buried him. As a mercenary, the fate of the buffalo is pretty good."

John made a sign of the cross on his chest, muttered something in a low voice, and raised his head, "So how much should we give to the buffalo?"

Frank whispered: "The commission this time is 70,000 yuan, but if the middleman gives up the commission, we can get 100,000 yuan, plus the 100,000 yuan compensation from the middleman, we can each get 40,000 yuan."

John directly said impatiently: "Tell me the answer, don't make me do math problems."

Frank thought for a while and said, "The four of us will each get 10,000 yuan, and after deducting all expenses, the remaining 120,000 yuan will be given to Bison's mother."

John nodded, waved his hand and said, "I can accept it, does the cheapskate agree?"

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Rubber frowned and said, "Of course Cheapskate agrees, hey, don't call George Cheapskate."

John took a sip of Coke, and then said in a dejected voice, "If the buffalo doesn't die, each of us can only get 14,000 dollars. For such a little money, the buffalo died. Now he can get hundreds of thousands, but what's the point?"

All three fell into silence. After a long time, Eraser suddenly said: "Hey, we came back overnight, not to talk to you about the miserable life of a mercenary. Now we are still waiting for your answer. What happened to that kid? Why did you lose a gun to him?"

John shrugged, and said with a melancholy face: "Well, it's a bit complicated. First of all, I think he is still very, very very."

"What? Are you really stupid?"

Eraser was very dissatisfied, but Frank said with a puzzled look: "Have you been stimulated by anything?"

John took a deep breath, and then he said with a serious face: "I think it is necessary to investigate further. For now, I can't judge whether he can join us."

Frank frowned and said, "Okay, the same thing, what's his attitude towards money?"

"Of course he loves money very much. He is very distressed when buying clothes. I can tell that he is simply a poor man. I am sure of that."

Frank breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Do you have any bad habits? From the looks of him, he should have no bad habits. Have you tried it?"

"Yes, he smokes. I asked him if he wanted to try something more vigorous. There are legal leaves to buy. He refused me with a very firm attitude. I asked him if he wanted to go to Las Vegas to gamble twice and double the five thousand dollars. He refused me out of fear and said that he would never gamble."

Frank nodded in satisfaction, and said, "That's right, let's continue."

John absent-mindedly said: "I paid him one thousand five hundred and eighty-four dollars, and he gave me one thousand sixteen directly. From this point of view, he is quite sensible, and he is very polite. Well, he is not the kind of young man who is particularly impetuous and jumpy."

Frank nodded again, and said, "So after he got a huge sum of money, did he buy any luxury items?"

"No, it's necessities. When you buy daily necessities in the supermarket, you buy them cheaply. Generally speaking, you are a poor man who has never seen a lot of money."

"I believe in your judgment. I'm relieved to hand him over to you." Frank said seriously: "We have all seen his performance. He is calm and courageous in extremely unfavorable situations, but the most important thing is to have brains. Guys, he is a talent. Although he has not received military training, he is still the kind of person we need."

John raised his hand, and then he said with a blank face: "Speaking of which, I have to interrupt. What if this kid lied?"

Frank raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me in a panic? Tell me."

John drank the Coke, squeezed the Coke can, and then said with a blank face: "He said that he has no experience in the army, no military training, but you haven't noticed the point? I lost a gun to him, and I've said it twice!"

Eraser said in astonishment: "I know why you seem to have been beaten by someone. I thought it was because your kung fu dream was shattered, but you mean, he beat you while shooting?"

Frank also said very seriously: "I also thought it was a matter of kung fu, but you are talking about shooting, please explain carefully."

John said with a blank face: "He hit the family barrel in the club next door. He shot for the first time. He hit a 10-meter target, ten bullets, and hit eighty-six rings."

Rubber sneered and said, "Anyone can do it, even if it's the first time shooting."

"Then I asked him to hit the 25-meter target, and he still hit it pretty well."

Frank said with a puzzled look: "The rookie is good or what? Have you competed?"

John pinched his ears, scratched his neck, and then said with an uncomfortable expression: "There is no competition, but I played better than me."

Eraser first looked stunned, then he changed into a contemptuous smile.

Frank said softly: "That's wrong. If he shoots better than you, then he can't have never shot before. It's hard for a person to hide his habit when shooting. He can hide his real ability, but it's hard for him to change his shooting habit!"

John coughed lightly, and said: "Listen to me, he knows almost all pistols, I said all the brands and models, and some of them I don't even know. How can he know more than me as a Chinese?"

"That's right, there's a problem." Frank said solemnly, "But if he wants to hide something, it seems like he shouldn't be so eager to express himself, right?"

John continued: "Listen to me, after he shot the big caliber, he switched to shooting with his left hand, and then he just swung his hand like that and hit three ten rings, shooting with his left hand while swinging."

Frank opened his mouth slightly, and Eraser followed John's example and shook his hands a few times before saying with a look of astonishment, "Hit like this? What are you kidding?"

John swallowed, and said: "That's why I bet him that he can't make three more ten rings, and then, then"

"Tell me, are you stupid?"

John sighed softly, and said: "Then he got the target. He shot eight times, three ten rings and five misses. Guys, he is demonstrating to me, he is playing with me, and he is embarrassing me!"

"Still swinging like this? Can you control the target?" Frank also shook his left arm. After asking in disbelief, he asked in confusion, "But why did he do that?"

John sighed and said in a daze: "I don't know. I'm beginning to doubt my judgment. He seems to be familiar with all guns, can use all guns, and is also familiar with shooting rules, but I can see that when he picks up a new gun, the excitement is from the heart, and there is even a sense of piety. But his gun doesn't look like a novice. I don't know. I can't judge. Give it to me, at least you have to share it with me."

Frank ignored John, and said solemnly: "The reason for this situation is very simple. He may have only shot Huaxia guns before, and he has never shot other guns, so he will be excited and even pious. Let's try him with a rifle tomorrow. Uh, what is Huaxia's standard rifle? We have to search all night, call, and ask which shooting range has Huaxia guns that can be used. Find it now!"