Marvel’s Death Merchant

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While their squad was safe, Bill was sleeping with everyone, and he was thinking about something when he slept, maybe all this was something he should experience.

"Hey ... Bruce, do you know what day it is ..." Andrew got mysteriously beside Bruce.

"The ghost knows ..." Bruce lay in bed and didn't want to move. "This training for more than a month has made me dying, and it's going to end soon. Don't tell me some of them." "But ... It seems to be Bill's birthday today." Andrew continued . "Shall we help celebrate?"

"Cut ... what's there to celebrate that devil's birthday? It's because he made us never sleep well in more than a month!" Jack said awkwardly. "And help him celebrate. I see you're flooded!" Jack scolded endlessly. "And how do you know today is his birthday?"

"I went to the camp command post last week to deliver the documents, and I saw Bill's resume on the table ..." Andrew whispered. "Krumm, tell me what you think." Bruce asked Krum aside. "If I say, I think it should be celebrated, because anyway he has paid a lot for us this month. And if not for him, we might still be squatting in a military prison." Krum shrugged . "So, let's have a birthday party for him at the bar in the camp tonight." "Also ..." Bruce sat up. He sat by the bed, took out a cigarette and smoked it. "Yes, it's so decided." The night came, and there was darkness and silence in the distant rain forest, which contrasted sharply with this rear training camp. The training camp was full of lights, and after a busy day, many soldiers sang that tune-changing song with the people around while drinking beer. Under the light of stars, it seems so cozy and incompatible with the front line in front. Bill walked alone in the camp. He just came out of the camp command post and headed for the tavern in the camp. "Today ... it's the last day of training." Bill sighed. "Isn't it too reluctant to send this group of people to the unpredictable battlefield?" Bill muttered quietly in his heart. He shook his head lightly. "Maybe I think too much. They are the elites I picked out. They are familiar with the rainforest. The training results are the best ... there should be no problem, and there is that blues ..." The words went to the tavern. He looked at the tavern and looked very abnormal. There was no noise in the pub, and it was very quiet without turning on the lights.

"..." The inexplicable silence strained Bill's nerves, as a soldier he thought it was abnormal. "Is it ... the enemy's sneak attack?" Bill looked around, and there was no one else except the drunk soldiers who were drunk. He looked at the surrounding woods as if it was normal. "..." Bill swallowed. He took out his pistol. Holding the gun in his right hand, slowly opened the door of the tavern with his left hand. The door opened slightly, and there was only one seam. From the outside of the seam, when you looked inward, you could see nothing, and it was dark. "Okay ..." Bill stood on the left hand side of the door. He was mentally prepared and exhaled deeply. Then he kicked his foot strongly towards the door. "Bang ..." At the moment the door was kicked open, Bill rushed in. Just then, the light was on. The group laughed and applauded.

"... This is ..." Bill looked at the crowd in front of him, and a small cake on the pub table, as if he knew something. "Happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Bruce said with a smile. "Birth ... happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Andrew whispered. "Happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Krum said with a raised black arm, smiling. "Cut ..." Jack seemed very upset. "Happy birthday," Jack said, turning his face aside. "Everyone ..." Bill looked at the people in front of him, and wanted to get angry without knowing where to start getting angry. He smiled. "Thank you, today is the last day of your training, and the training is over, so please don't call me an instructor next time, because we will be comrades in the future. Just call me Bill." Bill shrugged. "I wanted to train you unexpectedly in the evening, and I want you to have no regrets on the last day. But for the sake of celebrating my birthday, the training is over." "Okay!" J, who was originally a kid, heard Bill Having said that, he is now more than anyone else. "Then let's have a good drink tonight!" Krum took out a few dozen beers from the corner near the table. "Don't get drunk!" After three rounds of wine, everyone was exhausted, and everyone started to hum with the strength of wine. "That ... Instructor Bill ... every other ..." Andrew said with a smile. "You ... you haven't said ... separated ... what army did you come from?"

"All told you not to call me instructor, call me Bill, or handsome Bill, or Superman Bill." Bill also seemed drunk. "I'm a green beret. Amazing, aren't they? The people inside are all elites." Bill said with a drink of wine. "All elites?" Jack said with a smile. "Then ... what are you going to do to train our group?" "..." Bill heard this and was silent. "Those of my comrades-in-arms ... they are all killed ..." Bill said, looking sad here. "You scum! Why do you want to talk about this ?! My comrades ... Although they died, they still live in my heart!" Bill said as he began to cry. Cry like a child. Maybe it is because they are drunk that they can express their true emotions in this way? "Do you guys understand, scum?" Bill said as he struck across. "Your scum, have you ever seen the real battlefield? The battlefield is changing rapidly ~ www.readwn.com ~ Separated ... Maybe the comrade next to you was covering your right side for a second. The only thing left in his second was his steel helmet. The cruelty was not something that those of you who stayed behind every day could appreciate! "Well ... Sure enough you didn't let me down. "Bill said with a smile." I know everything about you. Welcome everyone to join my team. The plan this time is Jungle Storm! "

"Yes! We are glad to join ..." Bruce said with a smile. "Bill, I have another request." "Say, let me see what can be said in your mouth." Bill sipped a glass of beer and said with a smile. If this war does not end, we will die here sooner or later ... "Bruce said seriously.

"You won't die so easily!" Bill frowned. I also hope that I won't die, but I just hope ... "Bruce sold it off and said with a smile." If any of us die, the living people will wear **** beauties at his funeral to join them. Funeral! Hahahahaha ... "

(To be continued.)

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