I'm not Doraemon, I'm just a salesman

Last time it was an economic disaster, will this time be a war?

John doesn’t want to be a hero who saves the world, but at least he doesn’t want to let himself and his wife live as moles underground or somewhere else in the future!

Now that he has given his wife a chance to live and get treatment, John feels that he needs to get the truth - if possible, try to prevent bad things from happening, and strive for a better future for his wife and his unborn child as much as possible. !

"...Are you sure you want to know the truth? John, this is the core secret of our organization."

"Say..." John's words came out from between his teeth.

"The target of your assassination, Di Qing, is the one who received the 'gift' from the salesman this time." John's liaison, or in other words, the boss, Desmond, lit a cigarette and faintly narrated

"The demon he summoned, the so-called art student, is the 'sodium chloride' demon. He is the leader and master of these 'sodium chloride' legions. According to our intelligence, killing him can end this war. disaster."

"Of course, the best case scenario is to kill that Di Qing. He is the real source of trouble - God knows what other demons he plans to summon, so killing him is the safest thing for us."

"John, there is actually no truth that must be concealed or told. The answer is that we must kill the enemies who are preparing to drag the world into war. Whether they are demons or humans, killing them is the only goal."

"John, after hearing so much, you have no chance of escaping. I'll give you an address and go find them."

The phone was hung up, and while a text message was being sent, the phone signal completely disappeared.

John gritted his teeth, looked at the address on the text message, dragged his crippled leg, and moved over step by step.

After arduously advancing while avoiding searches, John finally arrived at the agreed upon place.

It was a very simple-looking Khrushchev Building. It was in disrepair and no one was living there at all.John raised his head and moved into the ruins, but when he was halfway there, he turned back sharply!

At some point, a man who looked very much like a playboy stuck behind him. The moment John turned around, a sharp sleeve arrow was pressed against his neck.

"Good perception."

He said in a slightly frivolous tone. John did not move, but said in a calm tone.

"The liaison officer asked me to come here. What should I do?"

"You are not a 'saint' like us...maybe you are gifted."

He put away his sleeve arrows and extended his hand to John in a friendly manner. When the latter took it hesitantly, he showed a bright smile.

"Nice to meet you. You don't need to know my name, just know that my codename is 'Edward'. Ugh~~~~although I might just be the third Edward Kenway."

"John Wick, the killer."

John introduced himself briefly and concisely, and the young man codenamed Edward quickly led him up the steps. After opening the door, John looked at a room of more than a dozen hooded guys and raised his eyebrows. .

They are all dangerous, and they are all people John's senses require him to be careful about - but John doesn't quite understand, why are they all wearing hoods?

"Lady Cassandra's First Action Force has its own direction and goals, and our mission is to create opportunity and confusion for their assassination."

Edward looked at the somewhat confused John and simply explained his mission.

"We will act together in a while, John, just play the role we can. I don't know why you would join here if you have never used animus, but since it is an order from BOSS, you must have your strengths."

"Take it and wrap it up for your lame foot."

A cold voice came from the mouth of a slim woman, and a piece of cloth with golden patterns was thrown together.John was a little confused, but he still used it to hug his injured leg.

The next moment, the cloth burst out with a burst of gentle golden light. For a moment, John's expression was a little distorted, but as the cloth was unveiled, his broken bones were completely healed!

John didn't let his feelings show on his face, he just returned the cloth to the woman in front of him.He took out the gun at his waist and said in a low voice

"So, what's the specific mission?"

"Your little pistol isn't of much use here." Edward smiled, then took out a small golden ball and handed it to John's hand.

"Use this, your task is very simple, and most of our tasks are the same - use this, find someone at random, damn or not, and drag him to a few roads near the Marine Palace. Street, and then stuffed it into his mouth."

"Be careful not to swallow this thing randomly, otherwise things will not end. Anyway, after completing the task, you can move freely."

John looked at the ball in his hand, frowned slightly, then put it away, looked at the people in the room and said

"I will not work hard for your organization. I will only complete the tasks I should complete."

"It's nothing. Many people here have similar ideas to you." Edward shrugged.

"Although we are saints, we are not the entities created by those memories after all. We used to kill people for the High Table, and now we kill people for Abstergo. There is no difference."

"It's just that in the past we were just for money, but this time, besides money and wishes, we can get more things - such as a little bit of self-satisfaction in participating in saving the world."

"Really? That's best."

......

marin palace

The former Tsar Palace was burned down by fire in 1819 and was rebuilt in 1870 with special funds allocated by Queen Maria.Later, it was used as the municipal government of Phu Ke, until Lan U became independent and became the residence of the master of the country.

This palace, which was once closely associated with the White Bear, symbolized the Slavic dominance of this land until it changed hands and is now occupied by an absolute enemy.

The 'Sodium Chloride' demon occupied the Marine Palace as his command center. Although there were obviously better choices, he still stubbornly chose such a ghost place that was easy to attack and difficult to defend.

Why?Because he is a 'sodium chloride' demon.

Among the many impressions people have of the art student is the image of a paranoid artist, and the descriptions of his madness at the end of his life in many works make people think that he was a paranoid man with an extremely passionate love for architecture.

The reflected stereotype became a factor in the personality of the 'Sodium Chloride' demon, so he would rather stuff himself into such a palace than stay in a place under heavy protection.

Then, this bastard also has the habit of spraying medicine.

This also comes from the impression of the art student himself. His personal doctor later said that he often injected large amounts of addictive drugs into his body. Apparently, this news fact was also classified as the fact that the art student made many achievements at the end of his life. The main cause of madness and irrational behavior.

Then of course, such an impression was integrated into the 'sodium chloride' demon, turning him into a paralyzed person who would feel uncomfortable at work without taking medicine, and when taking medicine, he would become a paralytic and go crazy.

Di Qing looked at this bastard with disgust as he lay down in the chair and kept injecting the damn thing into his body. He closed his eyes and twitched in an ugly manner. He simply ignored this guy and turned around and left.

"This guy is really embarrassing." The war demon looked at the insane 'sodium chloride' demon with disdain, and said with a tut

"If you don't have a self, you still have such a moral character that you can't support."

Not as good as a human being, let alone a devil.It doesn't have any of the abilities or charm of its form, and it doesn't have the self that a demon should have.

The collective stereotype gives him powerful abilities, but also makes him subject to human limitations.

It is a pure delusion to expect such a devil who is a master of stereotypes to conquer the world. Being able to expand the war to the current scale is already the limit of this guy.

"He's not just there to enjoy himself." Di Qing, who came to sit down in the lobby of the Marine Palace, looked at the human-wolf soldiers standing guard next to him and said to the war demon.

"He now needs to focus on micromanaging all other units to fight the war... At least he is still working for us."

"You defend him? Do you like him?"

Di Qing looked at Zhan Zhan with an idiotic look. The guy who was looking at him jumped up and grabbed Di Qing's hair and pulled him.

While they were fighting, there was a roaring and blasting sound outside the palace, and then, members of the surrounding human-wolf troops quickly gathered in that direction.

"It's so obvious to lure the tiger away from the mountain." The war demon said with a grin while holding a strand of Di Qing's hair in his hand.

After mobilizing several surveillance cameras in the city, Di Qing looked at the picture displayed on the tablet in his hand.

Just in the streets leading to the Mariin Palace in Lanwu City, more than a dozen monsters of different shapes suddenly appeared.

A strange man with snake-like hair. The golden rays bursting out from his eyes instantly turned a soldier of the Werewolf Army into a corpse.

The tauren, with its majestic muscles and huge body, grabbed the two werewolves next to it and waved them like weapons.

Huge Cyclops, twisted and grotesque multi-armed giants - it almost looks like a giant display of Greek mythological monsters.

Zhan was right, this was simply a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain with it written on his face.

Who is going to send someone here to assassinate him and the 'sodium chloride' demon?No matter who he is, Di Qing can't let them successfully assassinate the 'sodium chloride' demon - at least not yet.

"I will guard here." Di Qing's set of 'mental suffering' appeared in his hands. He squinted at the war demon next to him and said lightly.

"You go to Donek's place, intensify the dispute there, turn the matter into a melee, and cooperate with that guy to confuse everyone's hearing."

"Create an opportunity and let the damn thing fly across the border as quickly as possible. The target is Moscow, but it doesn't matter where it lands, it just needs to land in the territory of the white giant bear."

"So calm, but, um~~I like it so much~~~"

The war demon smiled and touched Di Qing's head, tilted his head and said

"Is it okay? Without my help, you might still die."

"It doesn't matter, I'm just unlucky if I die. How can I be afraid of losing my chips when I go to the gambling table?"

Yes, now that you are on the gambling table and you have to gamble with your own life on the lives of everyone in the world - then don't be afraid of losing your chips!

Do big things, do big things, GO! ! !

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ps: Originally, today I was going to ask everyone for monthly tickets and ask for a reward, but now - anyway, I still ask for rewards and other things. This time, I will directly offer a reward until I release the seal and explode (maybe I can explode more than 20 chapters or even more~)

126. Bitter sacrifice

In the morning, the first ray of dawn shines down

In a town that had long since been reduced to ruins, in a city defense headquarters in Donnek, a night of fighting had unleashed countless deaths in the night.

In the temporary command room, even though the night had passed, Colonel Makayev, who was leaning on the seat in the command room, still did not dare to light the lamp. He numbly looked at the busy crowds going back and forth, as well as the disabled and wailing soldiers, and lit a lamp for himself. A cigar.

huh~~~

Taking a long breath and watching the smoke drift away from the darkness where there was only a ray of light, Makayev's thoughts wandered far, far away.

He didn't want to comment on the war with the White Bear people. He only knew that those damn White Bear people attacked them, so they fought back. It was that simple.

He is a soldier, and soldiers are very pure. At least someone like him has no understanding of politics.

He doesn't care what the actor president did.As long as he can ensure that ammunition and arms can be sent to the front line, ensure that he is stationed here before the order is issued, and advance or retreat after the order is issued, then the soldier should ensure that he can protect the country.

but.....

Do they still have a country?

Makayev's eyes were bloodshot, and more than half of the vodka in front of him was gone.But it is not for drinking, but for disinfection.

The atmosphere here is oppressive and suffocating, making it impossible to breathe, and the nightmare experience last night is something that none of them can forget.

It was not a war, it was simply an uncontrolled massacre.

Their opponents come from behind them, from their 'hometown', the place that should be their solid backing.

Even though they had already learned the news, Makayev and the others still did not want to believe it.It wasn't until the moment those legions bearing the cursed mark arrived that he had to acknowledge it.

In this magical reality, when Lanwu was aggressively fighting against the white giant bear with the support of Europa, their hometown was actually stolen by a pile of 'sodium chloride'.

This ridiculous and incomprehensible fact made Makayev unable to turn around at all. He had heard of the ugly reputation of 'sodium chloride'. Everyone here had heard it, and many of them had heard it since childhood. Big one - but I had only heard of it. By the time he became an officer at that age, 'sodium chloride' had already rotten to the bones in the ground.

He had only heard about the brutality of those people from the mouths of his fathers. He had watched his father and Yeye recount to him the brutality and madness of those "sodium chloride" devils more than once after they were drunk, as well as those chilling stories.

But they were not afraid. All Makayev heard from his father and grandfather's stories was anger and hatred, and the intention to kill those intruders.

Because at that time they still had a great country and a huge collective.He may not be perfect, or even very bad, but he is still something that these warriors can be proud of.

but now......

A great collective has long since disappeared, and the utopia established with a great ideal was still destroyed at the hands of the most despicable group of people in the world.And now, their former members even have to 'get along' with each other like this

There is no great motherland, and even the country he is loyal to is going to attack another 'brother' in this group. And facing those ferocious 'sodium chlorides', what can Makayev do?

Believe, just like his soldiers.After the confusion, there is only boundless fear and confusion.

Because these 'sodium chloride' demons are more terrifying than what his father and grandfather described!The soldiers who dodge bullets are like an iron knight. Although the war machines they match are either old and seem to have been driven out of a museum, or are extremely abstract weapons, the deterrence is definitely sufficient.

Even if the weapons are not that 'excellent', the differences between individual soldiers mean that they will only be crushed in small-scale battles.Even if they are infantry and tanks fighting together, they will often be eaten by several "sodium chloride" guards of the human wolf unit.

They can only choose to fight with large armies and use firepower to eliminate possible advantages. This is also the biggest reason why they can survive until now.

What's even more terrifying is their rainbow-like momentum.

As if he had endless hatred, as if he had the biggest reason.They must capture the defense line in front of them and defeat the enemies inside, at all costs!

The only thing they didn't do that wasn't fanatical was that they only attacked at night.As if killing at night brings more fear, they are more powerful. As soon as the sun sets, they will immediately launch an attack regardless of the cost.

Their country once had this rainbow-like momentum. I believe that my father and ancestors also had this kind of momentum when their backs were turned to Stalingrad.

But now they are backed by another enemy of theirs - the army of the white giant bears who choose to stay within their own defense line, like an iron wall, not advancing, but without any idea of ​​help.

There was no need to attack from both sides, they even just had to watch there until their life-and-death enemy from a few days ago perished.

There is no point in describing this now, because maybe he will be buried here with his fathers.

Makayev raised the bottle and drank the small half bottle of vodka in one gulp.Let the spicy feeling burn your internal organs to get a sense of reality

"Debrief, Lieutenant," he asked in a hoarse tone.

"All three of our regiments were crippled last night." the adjutant reported in a deeper voice.