The violent bear king in Marvel

Walking out of the office of the camp's supreme commander, Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. The previous eight months had not been in vain, and he would be able to get the bonus in four more months, and there would also be additional subsidies. I didn't know that such a large amount of money would be given. Mom will jump with joy when she sees it.

Chris took Wang Fan to his barracks. It was a spacious ten-person barracks, but there were only five people in it. Four of them were playing cards around a bed, and his brother Jonathan was supporting someone behind his back.

"Everyone, put your hands away first and welcome the new guy!"

"Bobby, you are cheating, I am going to win!"

The man named Bobby enthusiastically took Wang Fan's hand. As for the playing cards in his hand, he had already thrown them into the pile.

Bobby grabbed Wang Fan and said enthusiastically, "Bobby's nickname is Bad Boy. You've been a big help, man. I'm glad you can join!"

Wang Fan looked at Bobby. He had a typical baby face, like that of a high school student. He also had freckles common to white people. Underneath his shy smile, there was a lot of scheming, which could be seen from the way he discarded his cards. One or two.

Wang Fan said thank you and looked at the others, "Crocodile, Cannon King, and Quick Knife." The remaining people were not so enthusiastic. Who let Wang Fan mess up their card game!

The person who just called Bobby a cheater is a crocodile. Because each of his teeth is pointed, he got the name. I'm afraid he was abused by doctors when he was young. This kind of teeth is very common in China. They were all from the same period. Caused by a drug, it is rarely seen in the 21st century.

The King of Guns lives up to his name. He has blond hair, is handsome, and has muscles. No matter where he goes, he is the target of women. I don’t know how good his skills are. A junior brother like Wang Fan, I can ask a lot of questions.

The quick knife is not so handsome, and the black guy is one, but the scar on the throat tells Wang Fan that this guy has had his throat cut and is still sitting in the barracks playing cards intact, which is not a good thing. As for the only one in the military camp, My friend Jonathan is a good medical soldier. With him, I will never be lonely wherever I go.

"My name is Wang Fan. If everyone has a nickname, let me pick one too. Many people in the military camp call me a beast, but I still like the nickname of violent bear. I hope that my arrival can bring help to everyone." Wang Fan didn't know it, but he was still influenced by Ant-Man and unknowingly gave him the same nickname.

"Oh, I remembered. You were the soldier who defeated that racist bastard. I love you. If it were you, I would definitely cut off that bastard's balls and make him cry for his mother!"

Hahaha, Kuai Dao's words made everyone happy, and the atmosphere became more harmonious. No one looked at Wang Fan differently. What this team needs is strength, not racial distinction.

Chris carefully placed his gun on the wooden stand beside the bed, then clapped his hands and said, "Okay, we all know each other, we are all old friends, I won't emphasize discipline, as long as we don't get accused Military Justice, I won't care about you, but if anyone messes up during the mission, don't blame me for falling out."

Wang Fan discovered that Chris had the absolute right to speak in this team. Even Jonathan, who was familiar with him, was no longer stroking his golden beard, but was listening seriously. The benefits of the legendary reputation are reflected here.

Chris took out a map of the entire Kandahar and marked the locations attacked by snipers with red circles, including the one that Wang Fan experienced.

The map showed that the entire Old City of Kandahar was within the scope of the sniper's activities. Most of the soldiers who were attacked died in the Old City.

Seeing everyone looking over, Chris pointed to the map and said, "What do you think? Bad boy has been with me the longest. He knows that I don't want to have a quarrel. One person's wisdom can never be compared to our whole team. I hope you are bold." Make your own suggestions instead of being thoughtless weapons!”

Wang Fan looked at the bright red circles and realized that the sniper who almost blew his head off had already committed many evil deeds, but it was not enough to explain anything. Instead, he asked Chris, "What information does the intelligence department have?" No, the old city is too big, we can’t search door to door, it would be too passive, and it would make it easier for him to attack the soldiers again."

Chris nodded and took out a blurry photo. The person in the photo did not show his face, just a back view.

"This is the suspect given by the intelligence agency, Lidokuveschi, a mercenary from Tsarist Russia, the God of Death wandering around Baghdad!"

The crocodile rubbed his hands and asked suspiciously, "Isn't he in Iraq? Why did he come to Kandahar!"

Pao Wang punched him on the arm and said jokingly, "What, are you scared? As a man, you can't be soft!"

"I'm afraid of him. One of my friends died under his gun. If I catch him, I will skin him!"

If everyone can see that the crocodile has a fierce look and a soft heart, this Lidokuwiski has a reputation for being evil!

"The crocodile said well, we just want to kill him, and let me tell you some good news. The military has specially offered a reward of up to 6 million for him. In other words, if we kill him, everyone will be a millionaire!" What Chris said to boost morale.

These words did not make Wang Fan happy, but he frowned. Even a fool knew that such a high bounty was not given in vain.

When Wang Fan saw Chris finish speaking impassionedly, he quickly asked, "Besides names, does the intelligence department have any useful information?"

After Wang Fan finished speaking, the five people in the barracks looked at him in disbelief, as if he didn't know a very important question.

Jonathan pinched the golden beard on his chin to explain everyone's doubts, mainly to let Wang Fan understand, and said slowly and leisurely, "Lidokuveski, not many people know this name. Wang is still a new soldier, so he doesn't understand it. As for the God of Death in Baghdad, it is the nightmare in the mind of every overseas soldier. In the past two years, at least more than 500 US troops in Baghdad have died under his sniper bullets, including eight snipers and ten officers. , the military had to issue an anti-sniper manual to every soldier stationed in Baghdad. Even this failed to reduce the casualties of soldiers. The most important thing is that this god of death is particularly grudge-like and has sniped at the same target three times. It was just to retaliate against that officer’s bombardment order. It can be said that I was targeted by him and was close to death.”

After Jonathan finished speaking, the entire barracks was silent, and even the breathing was a bit heavy. Although those who could make a living in the army were not mediocre, no one wanted to live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife.

Seeing that everyone had heavy expressions, Chris had to make up his mind and said, "Is there anyone who wants to quit? I will ask the superiors to rearrange personnel. After all, this is not a simple task. I can't force you to go on adventures with me!" After that, he continued to read. To Wang Fan, everyone here is obliged to devote themselves to the motherland, but Wang Fan is not. He even just got the green card not long ago. Chris doesn't want to embarrass this twenty-year-old boy, although his intuition is very promising. Wang Fan, but when it comes to life and death, he still has to leave Wang Fan a chance to choose. This is his basic principle of life.

"I quit."

To Chris's surprise, it was not Wang Fan but Jonathan, the oldest veteran in the team, who decided to quit. His choice to quit was something Chris didn't want to see.

Jonathan rubbed his face with his hands and said with shame, "I'm sorry everyone, my marksmanship is average and I'm just a drag on the battlefield. And I don't think you need me as a medic to fight the God of Death in Baghdad. I love my I have a family, my son has just started school, and I will retire in a few months. I really don’t want to get into trouble, and I hope everyone can understand me.”

The American standard for measuring people is very strange. It does not necessarily depend on how much they contribute to the country, but whether their family is happy. This is also a bargaining chip to win votes. Americans believe that if a person does not even love his family, then what is there to talk about? To contribute to the country, for example, a famous football star, during the Super Bowl, an important game that the whole country will watch, takes time off because his wife has a baby, and the coach has to reluctantly approve it. If this was done in China, he would definitely be scorned, but in the United States Fans will not blame him, but will say that he is a good man who loves his family. This is the cultural difference.

The same goes for Jonathan. No one had any excuse to blame him for being timid, they just felt uncomfortable.

"Anyone else want to quit?" Chris asked again.

Jonathan tugged on Wang Fan's clothes without leaving a trace, but Wang Fan was indifferent. In the past, he would have quit long ago, but now he is looking forward to the one million bonus. With the money, he can buy a farm. , bringing his parents, sister and family over can also solve his trouble of not being able to return home. As for whether he will die, Wang Fan chose to believe in Lu's strength. After all, the real violent bear will not die with him.