Chapter 68 Send You to Hell

In the white car, Deven Marlow, the scar-faced man in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand and held the window with another hand. Heavy rain and strong wind hit his arm. This kind of stormy day reminded him of the time when he was a mercenary. "August, it seems that we haven't played like this for a long time!" Deven said slowly with emotion. He took a deep breath and puffed out smoke. August Janson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was wiping his sniper rifle. He had just finished shooting and his expression was a little gloomy. August, who was known as one of the top ten snipers in the mercenary world, had missed a shot for the first time! August narrowed his eyes. "It has been a long time since we last played. Ever since we left the mercenary world and came here, we have never met a decent opponent. But tonight, this bastard seems to be quite good. He managed to dodge my first shot!"