Frank's eyes were red, he was exhausted and sleepy, but after getting used to this kind of life, he could stay up for another twenty-four hours without any problem.

"How's the observation going?"

John, who had just entered the door, didn't answer Frank. He went straight to the fridge, took out a can of Coke, and drank it all at once.

Belching loudly, John took out a second can of Coke, opened it, and drank half of it in one breath while standing next to the fridge.

Rubber impatiently asked, "We're all waiting for your observation results. How is that kid?"

But Frank frowned and stared at his bloodshot eyes, "Did something trigger you? I thought you quit Coke. Why are you drinking it again?"

John sat down on the sofa with the remaining half can of Coke, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I lost to that kid. I lost a Smith & Wesson 1911 and $1,600. Captain, you have to pay for it."

"What happened?"

John hesitated to speak, closed his mouth, thought for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again.

Rubber angrily said, "Speak up, are you dumb?"

"I'm a little... um, I need to organize my words. How about we talk about Bison first? How is he? Can he be buried normally?"

Frank shook his head and whispered, "It's complicated. It's hard to get a normal death certificate. If we bribe the coroner to forge the cause of death, it will cost at least $20,000. There are too many joints to be connected, and Bison has no insurance or inheritance. It doesn't make sense to forge a normal death. We all think that the money should be given to his mother instead."

John sighed, "Yes, can we contact his mother?"

Frank nodded, "I have his mother's phone number and address."

"When is the funeral?"

Rubber said on the side, "We bought a private cemetery plot, and Bison can be buried there, but there can be no funeral or any ceremony. So we didn't wait for you and buried him today."

John frowned, "I wanted to attend the funeral."

"I told you, there is no funeral."

After Rubber impatiently finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Now, tell us your observation results. How is that kid?"John said with a sad face, "Bison died like this, without a funeral, without a memorial service, without relatives or friends, without a wife or children. He was buried by you three in a random place. Do you have no thoughts about it?"

Rubber whispered, "At least he had a coffin, a priest prayed for him, and a grave. What else do you want?"

The captain sighed and whispered, "Yes, at least we buried him. For a mercenary, Bison's fate is already good enough."

John made a cross on his chest, muttered something under his breath, and asked, "How much money are we giving to Bison?"

Frank whispered, "The commission this time is 70,000, but the middleman waived his commission, so we can get 100,000. Plus the middleman's compensation of 100,000, each of us can get 40,000."

John impatiently said, "Just give me the answer, don't make me do math."

Frank thought for a moment and said, "We each get 10,000, and the remaining money, after deducting all expenses, will be about 120,000, which will go to Bison's mother."

John nodded and waved his hand, "I can accept it. Does the miser agree?"

Rubber frowned and said, "Of course the miser agrees. Hey, don't call George a miser."

John took a sip of Coke and said with a sense of despair, "If Bison didn't die, each of us could only get 14,000 dollars. He died for such a small amount of money. Now he can get more than 100,000, but what's the point?"

The three fell into silence. After a long time, Rubber suddenly said, "Hey, we came back overnight, not to talk about the tragic life of a mercenary. We're still waiting for your answer. How is that guy? Why did you lose to him with a gun?"

John shrugged and said with a sad face, "Um, it's complicated. First of all, I think he's still very...very...very..."

"Very what? Are you really stupid?"

Rubber was very dissatisfied, but Frank looked puzzled and asked, "Did something happen to you?"

John took a deep breath and said seriously, "I think it is necessary to further investigate. At present, I cannot judge whether he can join us or not."

Frank frowned and asked, "Okay, let's take it step by step. How does he feel about money?"

"Of course he loves money. He was very reluctant when buying clothes. I can tell that he is a poor man. I am sure about this."Frank sighed and said, "Does he have any bad habits? It doesn't seem like it from his appearance. Have you tried to test him?"

"Yes, he smokes. I asked him if he wanted to try something stronger, there's legal stuff you can buy. He refused me with a very firm attitude. I asked him if he wanted to go to Las Vegas and double his five thousand dollars. He fearfully refused me and said he would never gamble."

Frank nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's good. Continue."

John absentmindedly said, "I paid him $1,584, and he gave me $1,600 directly. From this point of view, he is quite sensible. He is also very polite, not like those restless and impulsive young people."

Frank nodded again and said, "So, after he received a large sum of money, did he buy any luxury items or anything like that?"

"No, just necessities. He even looks for bargains when buying daily necessities at the supermarket. Overall, he's just a poor guy who has never seen big money."

"I trust your judgment. I feel at ease leaving him in your hands," Frank said seriously. "We have all seen his performance. He remained calm and courageous in extremely unfavorable situations, but most importantly, he has a brain. Guys, he is a talent. Although he has not received military training, he is still the kind of person we need."

John raised his hand and then said blankly, "I have to interrupt here. What if this kid is lying?"

Frank raised his eyebrows and said, "Lying? Tell me more."

John finished his cola and crushed the can. Then he said blankly, "He said he has no military experience and has not received military training, but haven't you guys noticed the key point? I lost to him in a gunfight. I've said it twice already!"

Rubber was stunned and said, "I know why you look like you've been beaten up. I thought your kung fu dream was shattered, but you mean he beat you in shooting?"

Frank also said seriously, "I thought it was a problem with his kung fu, but you're talking about shooting. Please tell us more."

John said blankly, "He hit the bullseye at the neighboring club. It was his first time shooting. At a ten-meter target, he hit 86 points out of 100 with ten bullets."

Rubber sneered and said, "Anyone can do that. Even if it's their first time shooting, it's not a big deal."

"Then I asked him to shoot at a 25-meter target, and he still did pretty well."Frank looked puzzled and asked, "Is the newcomer really that good? Did you have a competition?"

John pinched his ear and neck, then said uneasily, "No competition, but he shoots better than me..."

Rubber first looked surprised, then changed to a sneering smile.

Frank softly said, "That's not right. If he shoots better than you, he must have shot a gun before. It's hard to hide one's habits when shooting. He may hide his real ability, but it's hard to change his shooting habits!"

John coughed and continued, "Listen to me. He knows almost all the pistols, all brands and models. Some of them I don't even know. Why does a Chinese guy know more than me?"

"Right, there's a problem." Frank said seriously, "But...if he wants to hide something, he shouldn't be so eager to show off, right?"

John went on, "Listen to me. After shooting the large caliber, he switched to left-handed shooting, and then...he...he shot three bullseyes while waving his hand with his left hand."

Frank slightly opened his mouth, and Rubber imitated John's movement a few times, then said in surprise, "Like this? Are you kidding me?"

John swallowed his saliva and said, "So I bet with him that he couldn't shoot three more bullseyes. And then...and then..."

"Speak up, are you stupid?"

John sighed lightly and said, "Then he controlled the target. He fired eight shots, three bullseyes and five misses. Guys, he was showing off to me, he was playing with me, he was embarrassing me!"

"Still shooting like that? Can you control the target like that?" Frank also waved his left arm in disbelief. After asking, he was confused and said, "But why did he do that?"

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John exhaled and said, "I don't know. I began to doubt my judgment. He seems to be familiar with all the guns, can use all the guns, and is also familiar with the shooting rules. But when he picked up a new gun, the excitement came from his heart, even a bit of piety. But...he didn't shoot like a novice. I don't know. I can't judge. So tomorrow I'll take him to shoot rifles. That's it, Captain, you have to give me the money to buy guns, or at least split it with me."Frank ignored John and said with a serious expression, "The reason for this situation is simple. He may have only used Chinese guns before and never used other guns, so he is excited and even devout. Let's try him with a rifle tomorrow. Um, what is the standard rifle of China? We have to search for it overnight, make calls, and ask which shooting range has Chinese guns available. Let's start searching now!"