Chapter Fifty-One: The Difference Between Wild Dogs and Domestic Cats

  Ba De was taken aback, form a team? This idea isn't bad, he came here just to get a new identity after a year, not to...

  Seeking abuse. Moreover, hearing the other party's standard and round Chinese speech inadvertently adds a touch of fondness, if the other party really wants to kill oneself, there is no need to play such a small trick.

  Bade stripped off his upper garment and laid down all his equipment to show he was harmless, then Can Lang lowered his gun and walked ashore. "Can Lang, mercenary."

  "Bad looked at the young wolf with a strange gaze, and then said, 'I'm Bad. Sorry, I don't have a Chinese name. You can call me Shadow. I'm an assassin, but I only ended up in this godforsaken place because I was running from my enemies. Hey, little ghost, how old are you? Why did you also end up on this island?'"

  Zanlang looked at the talkative Bade with a slight headache, even wondering if it was a mistake to team up with him. "You're almost 17 years old, and you came here on vacation. If there aren't any pursuers behind you, then come back to the cave with me now. I need your help with something." After finishing speaking, Zanlang turned around and headed towards the cave.

  Shadow Bad smiled, a mercenary willing to turn his back on you meant he had acknowledged your existence, it seemed that for the time being, there was no danger.

  However, Shadow took a closer look at the remaining wolf's back and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. More than a dozen wounds of varying sizes were scattered across the wolf's not-too-broad back, resembling craters on a meteorite. Thin streams of fresh blood were slowly seeping out from them.

  "What's wrong?" The lone wolf looked at him and didn't follow up, so he asked somewhat strangely.

  "Huh? Oh! Nothing!" The shadow was staring at the back of Can Lang in a daze, and was startled by his sudden turn around, quickly picking up his clothes and equipment to follow Can Lang into the cave.

  "Help me clean up this wound, I can't reach it myself." In the cave, the lone wolf ripped open a medical pack and handed it to a shadow beside him.

  The shadow finally understood why this kid had teamed up with him for no reason, and it turned out that he was injured. The shadow smiled gleefully and began to skillfully treat the residual wolf's wounds. "Kid, you ran fast enough, most people are still wandering around on the shore, I wouldn't have made it here if I wasn't being chased by a wild boar." Since the shadow didn't give him anesthesia, the residual wolf probably wouldn't let someone who was his enemy just ten minutes ago give him anesthesia either. So the shadow could only suture the residual wolf's wounds while talking to him and diverting his attention.

  The wolf's painful twitched at the corner of his mouth. "I thought you'd all run ahead of me already. Hurry up, it hurts like hell."

  Shadow puckered up her mouth, the curved needle in her hand moving faster to sew up several large wounds, then applied hemostatic powder and fixed it with gauze. "Done!" Shadow said, satisfied with her handiwork.

  "It's good you didn't stab me in the back, or else... Hehe" Wolf said with a smile, while putting the pull ring of the grenade on his left hand into another strange-looking grenade tightly held in his right hand.

  "Shadow looked at him with a cold sweat, 'That... is the Black Gold Grenade? Which mercenary are you from? This configuration is too luxurious!'"

  "This is my honor grenade, a tradition of the Chinese people, haha." Ignoring the strange gaze of the shadowy figure, Can Lang put on his clothes and equipment again, and stuffed that small, exquisite hand grenade into a small pocket under his arm.

  "Madman..." The shadow weakly moaned a sentence, "What do you want to do next? Are we going to hide in this cave for a year?"

  Zhan Lang slightly moved his shoulders, the bandage on his back didn't affect his movements. He picked up an M4A1 he had found and handed it to Shadow, "Take a rest first, I've lost a bit too much blood. We'll sneak attack Stalingrad tonight."

  "Stalingrad? Sick..." The lone wolf muttered and began checking his firearms.

  Zan Lang didn't explain to him, turned around and walked out of the cave. Not far away, in a small pond, he caught four more fat crucian carp and filled his water bottle as well. Walking back into the cave, Ying Zi was loading two small handguns.

  "P99? What are you doing with this girl's toy?" Zan Lang asked mockingly as he disassembled the shock-absorbing layer from the helmet of the unlucky guy killed by Sen E.

  "Brother, I'm an assassin, of course I'd choose a weapon that's handy and easy to use, who knew..."

  "Who knows if it's just a habit to forget that we're surviving in the rainforest this time, so we didn't bring anything?" The remaining wolf choked back a laugh and continued for him.

  "You haven't even eaten yet, have you?" Zanlang said as he poured some water from the kettle into his helmet to rinse it, then placed it on a stone to prepare for making fish soup.

  Ying Zi's face turned red with embarrassment, being teased by a little version of himself who was only three or four years old. It was indeed humiliating, but after taking a glance at the big carp that had been roasted to perfection and was starting to sizzle in oil by the bonfire, he could only nod his head helplessly.

  The wolf-like man smiled slightly and didn't continue to attack him. He looked at the steel helmet, which had been burned dry without any oil stains or strange smells, before pouring all the water from the pot into it.

  Rummaging through his backpack, Canwolf found a small coconut that he had picked up when he first arrived on the beach. The green outer skin indicated that it was still far from being ripe. Canwolf didn't seem to care, and with one swipe of his Jungle King knife, he split the coconut in half. He scooped out a piece of slightly yellowish fruit meat and tasted it, then began to carefully dig out some more flesh with his military saber and put it into his helmet, which was starting to emit steam.

  The shadow watched a head of fog, and didn't understand what the lone wolf was doing. As an assassin who mainly entered and exited various dance halls and clubs, only cities were his most skilled environment, but having arrived at such a desolate small island, his little wilderness survival skills compared to the lone wolf's were simply child's play.

  The leftover wolf lifted its head and glanced at the somewhat dazed shadow, then lowered its head to continue busy with its own "cooking skills".

  At this time, the water in the steel helmet had already started to bubble, and a faint fragrance also floated in the mountain cave. The residual wolf took out some unknown plant leaves, tore them with its hands, and sprinkled them into the water. The shadow watched for a moment, feeling hairy, can this thing be eaten? It looks like a witch brewing some kind of evil potion.

  The remaining wolf didn't explain, and casually flipped the two fish that were being roasted. Then he picked up one of them and handed it to Shadow, "Help cut it into slices and boil it in water." Shadow subconsciously took it over, while the remaining wolf had already started working on the other fish with his right hand, a military knife quickly slicing through, piece by piece the fish meat slid into the pot.

  Could this guy be a great chef? A ridiculous idea popped into Shadow's mind, and he quickly got busy imitating him.

  After the two people put various fish in their hands into the pot, Lang Zong flipped over the two roasted fish next to him again, and then walked behind him with a chill on his forehead, using the military knife in his hand to scrape off the salt stains left on his outer clothes after being soaked in seawater and dried, and put them all into the pot that was already filled with meat fragrance.

  Isn't this guy Robinson Crusoe or something? What kind of weird methods are these? The shadow looked a bit strange and took another look at the remaining wolf that was scratching out dents on the barbecue, but no matter what, it couldn't be connected to the all-powerful uncle in the story.

  The lonely wolf handed the roasted fish in his hand to the dazed Shadow.

  "What? Ah! Oh, thank you!" The shadow was startled again and quickly took the roasted fish from the other person's hand and took a bite.

  "The lone wolf looked at the shadow with a headache, 'I really don't know how you've managed to survive until now?'"

  "Uh... I'm just a bit surprised by your behavior, that's all." The shadow explained somewhat awkwardly, "I'm just an assassin who has only been in the business for two years, how could I possibly understand so much? An assassin's fate is similar to yours as mercenaries, either killing others or being killed ourselves. So I've always chosen to carry out tasks in cities, at least that way I can live a bit better before I die."

  Zan Lang heard the words and silently took a bite of the fish meat in his hand, after a long time, "Mercenaries either die on the battlefield or die in the torture chamber, mercenaries are not killers, but just a wild dog that only seeks to be warm and full, while killers are a domestic cat that always tries to make itself live more comfortably."

  The shadow listened to this somewhat inappropriate metaphor, and the uncontrollable vicissitudes seemed to make the roasted fish in his hand tasteless. The shadow suddenly realized that he had underestimated this young kid a bit.