Chapter 138 Killing Training Course

Chapter 138 [Killing Training Class] (Part I) "I will come here every few days. If you need anything, you can call me."

After getting out of the car, Master Ba's subordinate gave me a mobile phone with a number stored in it.

Then he turned around and drove away quickly.

I looked at the two men next to me, and I didn't know how I felt.

This is a farm. I don't know the direction. All I know is that it should be far from Vancouver, because the car has been driving for most of the day, from morning to afternoon.

The surrounding environment seems that it is far away from the city and should be in the countryside.

The temperature is a little low, and I feel a little cool when the wind blows on my body.

The two middle-aged people next to them looked indifferent. They were sleeping all the way and seemed to be very sleepy. Now they got out of the car and stood there yawning.

The farm in front of him should be quite beaten. The fence around it is very short, and it can only barely prevent people from entering. However, a wooden stake was inserted outside, a wooden board was hung on it, and a line of words were written in paint, including Chinese, English, and even French.

The content is: private territory, intruders bear the consequences! I know this is a warning. In North America, this is the capitalist world. The first article in the constitution of the capitalist world is: private property is sanctly inviolable! Here, no one can break into other people's private territory. Even if you are a policeman, if you don't have legal procedures, you want to break into someone else's house. The owner can even shoot you without legal responsibility! This farm is a little desolate. Because of the climate, Canada's entire geographical location is north of the north latitude. The more north, the colder the climate is. I feel that the soil under my feet is a little hard.

The two middle-aged people next to him looked at me, then picked up the bags under their feet, carried them lazily behind them, and walked towards the farm.

By the way.

My mission here is to live on this farm with these two middle-aged people for a while! The content of my work is... to "take care of" them.

The meaning of the so-called care is very clear. I will be responsible for cooking, cleaning, and some necessary work on the farm.

To put it simply, I'm going to be the "duty soldier" of these two middle-aged men for the time being! When Master Ba began to tell me about this, I almost thought I had heard it wrong! After I confirmed it, I realized that the eighth master was not joking... He actually asked me to come and be a "duty soldier" for these two guys! This is also "give me a chance"?? But then the eighth master told me coldly that if I didn't want to, he could give up this opportunity to others.

At that time, he looked at me as if he were looking at an idiot.

Of course, I'm not an idiot. I understand immediately.

Following these two people is obviously not as simple as it seems.

... The gate of the farm is not locked. In fact, there is no need to lock this gate. Anyway, any adult man can turn over the fence.

The gate is useless.

As for the inside, I can see that there should have been a pasture here, because I saw a wooden fence, which should be for captive livestock, but now it is empty.

is idle.

This is a very desolate place. There is a row of hills in the distance. It is not high, but very long. The nearest road is about two kilometers away from us. You have to go out and run along the path to see it. There is a cabin in the farm... Thank God.

There are at least electric lights here! I felt as if I had walked into a western movie. There was a row of manger and an abandoned canal next to me. I even saw a well, which was a water well that was drilled into the lower level of the surface with an artificial pipe. The mouth of the well was only about the size of a washbasin, and there was a water pressurizer next to

You can take out the water.

This row of wooden houses looks very old, but it is very strong. The door is locked, but the eighth master's men have given me the key.

Since I am an orderly, I naturally have the consciousness of an orderly, so I went to the front and opened the door.

After entering, there was a smell of rotten and moldy immediately. It seems that this place has not been inhabited for a long time, and a layer of dust on the ground and on the table also confirmed my guess.

The two middle-aged people looked very calm. They walked into the room one by one, then threw the bag on the ground, then dragged the chair, picked up a dirty cloth hanging on the wall, patted it, and leaned on it.

"Let's get some food first."

This is the first thing they have said to me since we met, or the kind-looking person with a smile on his face.

I didn't do much. I walked out of the wooden house. There was a cellar next to it, which was built on the left side of the wooden house. I opened the door on the ground. The dust choked me and coughed for a while. Then I stood outside and waited for a while. When the air flowed for a while, I picked up

Canned...Canned...Canned...al canned! There are all kinds of cans in the cellar, sardines, tuna, tuna, salmon... Damn, it's all fish! I can understand. After all, this is not far from the west coast of Canada, and the fishing industry is developed, but it looks full of fish, which is really a little helpless.

I picked up some, then went to the kitchen next to me and made a fire.

On this day, I feel like I have become a farmer, a standard farmer in a mountain village! I even have to cut a few pieces of firewood to make a living! Then I took a wooden bucket to rake water in the well and heated it up... I was busy cleaning, wiped the dust from the room, and burned hot water. The three of us washed our faces a little, and then cleaned up the wooden house out of three rooms.

Finally, the three of us gathered around the table and ate canned food with boiling water, which was the end of the dinner.

I tried to talk to two people, but they looked indifferent and had no interest in talking.

These two people are very strange. Their looks and eyes are full of a strange smell.

That's a kind of indifference to everything... Such a temperament, I have only seen in one person in my life, that is, the golden river around Brother Huan! I also found that their palms were very thick.

The knuckles are thick.

The cocoon on the palm of the hand is very thick and powerful.

But I only looked at them for a while and was immediately noticed by them. Then my cold eyes shot at me, and I immediately withdrew my eyes.

To be honest.

Staying with these two people makes me feel extremely depressed! They don't talk, which makes me have nothing to say... I can't talk to myself, can I? I'm not a person who can't be wronged.

It's not that I don't want to be an on-duty soldier... At least I also served plates in a nightclub in those years. I'm not afraid to work, but it's really a little depressing to be with these two stuffy guys.

After eating, they immediately threw away the empty cans in front of them and stood up at the same time.

This time it's the guy who doesn't like to laugh.

"It's late. Let's have a rest."

This is the second sentence I heard from them today.

After saying this, they went back to their own rooms to rest.

I was stunned here, and suddenly my heart was a little angry.

What the hell is this? I said to myself, don't you understand? When you come here, you are being shouted and drunk! ...The next morning - it should be early in the morning. I'm still sleeping. The blanket on my body is in the wooden house. There is a musty smell. I'm not used to it.

I made up my mind last night that I must wash all these blankets during the day today, otherwise, I'm afraid I will be smoked to death by this smell! But I was in a daze, but suddenly I got a chill on my body! My heart moved, and a sudden one stood up from ** and saw me on the edge of my bed, the stuffy man who always had a cold smile on his face was staring at me.

"Well, it's still alert."

He said coldly, "However, I have been standing beside you for a minute. In this minute, if I were the enemy, you would have died a hundred times!" After saying that, he turned around and went out. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "I'll give you five minutes to prepare.

I'll wait for you outside."

I felt a chill on my body, and I only felt a layer of cold sweat on my back.

He got up quickly, put on his clothes, and rushed out of the room.

It was just a little bright, and the sun had not yet risen. I could only see a white fish belly on the horizon.

The two stuffy men are already outside and neatly dressed. The cool stuffy guy moved a chair and sat there lazily, playing with a long metal object in his hand. When I approached, I found that it was a triangular thorn! The sneering man who called me to get up stood aside with his arms in his arms.

On one side of the wooden house, there is a big tree, and the trunk has tended to wither.

Then he motioned me to go to the cellar and carry a sandbag.

It's the same sandbag as Ba Ye's gym, with a leather outer layer.

I hung the sandbag on the tree under his support and adjusted the height.

"Listen, boy."

The sneering man looked at me in a cold tone and even a little unfriendly: "I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Fang Laoba.

Our two brothers had been hiding here for a few days and were going to get on the boat and leave here, but he asked us to stay and teach you.

For his face, we agreed.

How are you? I haven't seen it yet, but Fang Laoba said that you were good at kung fu and that you could punch the sandbag.

Hey hey! Young man, I have a little foundation. Now I'll try you. Show me your kung fu.

He pointed to the sandbag: "You call me and hit it with all your strength."

"Good!" I didn't talk nonsense. I moved a little, walked to the sandbag, lit up a driver, and evenly balanced... Bang! A few seconds later, I used the killing trick taught by my master, just like the time in the gym of the Eighth Master. I punched the leather of the sandbag, and the leather fell off.

I withdrew my fist, looked at the sandbag in front of me with satisfaction, and then looked at the sneering man, with a faint smell of targeting him in his eyes.

But he smiled, and his eyes were a little disappointed.