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As the saying goes, there is no deal without a 'fight'. Huang Shaohong spent three thousand pounds to briefly hire three of Steve Trevor's assistants. After beating him up, they had some friendship with each other.

After the fight, the three of them happily pocketed three thousand pounds, and with sincere smiles, they reported their names one by one, and at the same time politely suggested that if such a good thing happens in the future, they must not be forgotten.

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Among the three, the short one is named Samir, who is a spy who is proficient in multiple languages. Of course, this is just a high-sounding statement. His main job is to be a liar, and his favorite thing is money.

A tall white man with rosacea, named Charlie, introduced himself as an excellent sniper who needed money to buy alcohol.

And that Indian is called the chief. He is the real chief of the Indian tribe, but the chief's tribe has been exterminated by the American imperialists.

Historically, the genocide of Indians by the US empire lasted until 1892, and the chief's tribe was a victim of the genocide.

Now the chief is engaged in smuggling activities. His wish is to make a lot of money and one day be able to re-establish his tribe.

Huang Shaohong pointed at the chief and said, "Aren't the Americans your enemies? Why did you hit me the hardest when we started fighting just now?"

The chief smiled awkwardly and said: "Don't talk nonsense. Steve and I are friends. I wanted to hit his lower body several times just now, but I held it back in time. I only hit his ribs and collarbone. I have such a simple mind.

, how could you kill your friend?"

Everyone: "..."

Steve Trevor leaned against the corner, rubbing the beaten area on his body, and looked at the three traitors with angry eyes.

The three of them also felt something, and they all laughed in embarrassment. The liar Samir explained:

"Hey... Steve, look, we caused your enemy to lose three thousand pounds, which is a huge sum of money. Don't you want to vent your anger? We successfully helped you achieve your goal and let

He went bankrupt, I guess he feels very distressed now!"

Charlie took out a small wine bottle from his pocket, took a sip, and said with the smell of alcohol in his mouth:

"Steve, look away. What just happened is like you can't resist anyway, so just enjoy it, and there is still money to take, right? We have decided to share it with you!"

The chief walked over and patted Steve on the shoulder:

"Good friend, compared to the harm you Americans have caused to us Indians, your pain is not even a massage. Besides, we didn't slap you in the face!"

Steve was so angry that he laughed: "You three damn guys, according to your statement, I was beaten by you, but I have to thank you, right?"

The three people put away their sarcastic expressions at the same time and nodded seriously.

Samir said confidently: "Hey Steve, do you remember that you said before that you were willing to go through fire and water for the brothers? Now you don't have to go through life and death, you just want to take a beating for the brothers!"

"..." What else could Steve say, with a look on his face that what you said makes so much sense and I am speechless.

In the end, the liar, the drunkard, and the chief gave Steve Trevor a thousand pounds, and the four friends reached a settlement.

Huang Shaohong laughed so hard on the sidelines, these friends are really the best.

The three of them shook hands with Huang Shaohong and said goodbye. Before leaving, they said that Steve was a very good friend and hoped that the two of them could get along happily.

They had long known that the person Steve asked them to teach him a lesson was a comrade-in-arms of the former, otherwise he would not betray his friend for money. Now that the four of them have divided three thousand pounds, it is just to make their friend more depressed. In their opinion, it is absolutely

cost-effective.

Steve endured the pain in his body and kicked a thousand pounds into his pocket. Spies were not rich, so this was flesh and blood money exchanged for their body.

His heart bleeds when he thinks that these three beasts have divided two thousand pounds!

In fact, it’s no wonder that Steve and his friends are so money-obsessed. You must know that the average annual salary of the middle class in Britain is only about 50 pounds, and one thousand pounds lasts for twenty years.

As for the American empire where Steve lives, the income of the middle class at this time is simply not comparable to that of the UK, and the value of the U.S. knife is much lower than the British pound.

So even Samir, a liar, would say that 1,000 pounds is more than his income in ten years, not to mention a military intelligence officer like Steve who earns a dead salary. According to his current salary and consumption, this thousand pounds would be more for him.

It takes us thirty years!

Maybe it was a psychological effect, but after Steve put the thousand pounds in his pocket, he felt that his body, which had been sore all over before, suddenly felt much better.

He stood up, snorted to Huang Shaohong, then waved his hand and said: "Let's go, you have passed this test! But using money is cheating, but I didn't say it before, so I'll give you a little advantage!"

Huang Shaohong looked at his stubborn behavior and snickered in his heart. He followed the guy out of the alley and went straight to the British military intelligence department.

Steve Trevor felt that he, the king's agent, was a little embarrassed just now and wanted to save face, so he looked for excuses as he walked: "Bruce, let me tell you, this is just for the sake of the pound, I and I

Those three brothers just let you go, you have to know it yourself!"

He laughed even as he spoke: "But I think you spent three thousand pounds to avoid being beaten. Most people can't transfer so much money in their lifetime. You must be bleeding in your heart now, right?"

After saying this, he showed a self-righteous expression of gloating.

Huang Shaohong chewed his cigar, expressionlessly took out a dozen thousand pound bills, and threw one into a row of broken bowls of British beggars on the side of the road.

Then he polished his leather shoes with a thousand-yuan bill and threw them on the road, causing passers-by and beggars around him to start grabbing them frantically.

At this time, Huang Shaohong said to the stunned Steve Trevor:

"I have always been a kind-hearted person. I send out thousand-yuan bills to those who beg for food. Do you know why?"

Steve Trevor, who had always belonged to the moonlight clan and was a poor man, was led by him and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Huang Shaohong spread his hands: "Because there is no larger denomination in pounds!"

Steve Trevor almost vomited blood and died. The money he got from being beaten up by a group was only the same as what you sent to beg for food, right?

Depressed, Huang Shaohong walked into the building of the British Intelligence Department. An old man dressed as a gentleman and wearing a top hat came out. When he saw Steve Trevor, he waved and said hello:

"Captain Trevor, we meet again!"

Steve Trevor smiled and shook hands with him and said: "Hello, Sir Patrick!"

He had no intention of introducing Huang Shaohong at all, and the two of them exchanged a few words and seemed to leave directly.

On the contrary, it was Sir Patrick who pointed at Huang Shaohong, then smiled at Steve Trevor and asked: "This is..."

Steve Trevor reluctantly introduced: "This is the assistant assigned to me from above, Bruce Huang. You know that with my strength, I don't actually need any assistants!"

Patrick laughed: "You are still so confident Steve..." After he finished speaking, his eyes looked up and down at Huang Shaohong's side with a scrutinizing look, and then he smiled: "Very good young man!

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Huang Shaohong bowed politely and said: "Hello, Sir!"

Patrick bowed slightly in return, then waved goodbye to the two of them and walked out of the building.

When he walked outside the building, Patrick turned around and looked at Huang Shaohong's back going up the stairs, and said to himself:

"I didn't expect that there are people with such physiques comparable to ancient heroes. It's interesting!"

At this time, his driver had parked the car behind him. Patrick looked away, opened the door, got in the car, and drove away.

Huang Shaohong, who was walking on the stairs, breathed a sigh of relief until this moment, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

He knew the true identity of the Patrick just now, who was the ultimate goal of his mission—Ares, the God of War!

Just now, Huang Shaohong faced the investigation of a Greek god and tried hard to collect his Qi and blood essence so that he could behave like an ordinary person.

At the same time, he tensed up every nerve and quickly formulated an escape plan in his mind. As long as the other party found something to attack him, he would definitely not even care about Steve Trevor and run away.

Without any preparations or weapons, Huang Shaohong knew that he would only die if he faced the Greek god of war.

The other party's exploration of him ended quickly. Nothing was found and no hostility was shown towards him. This made him let out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with you?" As a king's agent, Steve Trevor's observation skills are still good, and he immediately discovered that there was something wrong with his assistant.

Huang Shaohong waved his hand: "It's nothing, I just ordered Italian food in the morning and I'm a little full!"

Steve Trevor said angrily: "Hey, Bruce, let me remind you again, the two of us are partners, and you are my assistant. You, an assistant, will not call you when eating delicious food.

His partner and commander!"

"Okay, Steve, that's not the point. The point is whether it's time for the two of us to take on the mission!"

Huang Shaohong thinks that the beating just now made this guy stupid?

Steve Trevor took Huang Shaohong into an office, and there was a British general sitting behind the desk.

The British general said with some dissatisfaction: "Steve, you American imperialists are always so unpunctual. You are already ten minutes late. You know I still have a very important meeting!"

Steve chuckled and said: "Okay General, although I am not punctual, but we have cooperated several times, and how have I ever let you down?"

The general's expression softened a lot, and then he looked at Huang Shaohong. Steve Trevor quickly introduced: "This is Bruce Huang, the assistant sent to me from above!"

The general nodded: "It just so happens that your mission this time is very dangerous. Having an assistant to help you will make it easier for you to complete the mission better!"

As he spoke, he took out a brown paper bag from the drawer and still placed it on the table:

"This is detailed information in your mission. Our pilots photographed a secret German military base somewhere in the Ottoman Empire. We have reason to suspect that it is a poison gas factory. I want you to find out the facts.

the truth!"

Steve opened the brown paper bag and found that it contained blurry aerial photos. The photos were all taken from the same scene, but from different angles.

Against the backdrop of a Cappadocia landscape, a red star and crescent flag is displayed in front of a factory-like building.

But in front of the factory, the people coming in and out were all wearing clothes that looked like German military uniforms. Many people walking out of the factory were also wearing gas masks.

In addition to photos, intelligence personnel also deduced the location of the factory, but the location was not determined specifically. They only speculated on the approximate range, but this range was within a radius of 500 kilometers.
To be continued...