Heaven And Earth Are Worthless Chapter 7

“As long as you send the weapons to us, the money will not be burned to you, and when the war is over, there will be more benefits.”

These people in the Middle East were not stingy in writing phony checks in an attempt to muddle through with substandard down payments.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” The Priest was not moved at all. “I never do business on credit. The down payments you put out is not in line with what you said before, so of course this s.h.i.+pment cannot be sold to you. ”

“You……”

One of the young Middle Easterners was almost instantly violent. Up, like a beast, he pounced towards the Priest's position.

Several bodyguards around the Priest immediately reacted to block the Priest in front of him, and the hidden weapons came out.

The reactions of the Middle Easterners were quite tacit, and when their companions jumped up to attract attention, that not particularly eye-catching man rised at an unusually quick speed so that he was the first to approach the priest.

“Don't move.” The skinny Middle Eastern man took out a pocket gun. “You tell your men to let go of my partner.”

The Priest's two bodyguards had suppressed several of the people who had just attracted attention.

“I don't remember selling this gun in your hand to the Middle East. It's small, and it's easy to carry in your arms, so it's very popular with the ladies. The war zone is still more practical and mobile. It seems that I am not the only arms dealer you have ever met.” The Priest took his time and did not mean to cooperate at all.

“Hurry up and get the s.h.i.+pment to the designated direction, or I'll kill you.”

“No.” The Priest decisively refused, “Sir, this is not the first time I have met someone like you. There are always some people who think that as long as they control me, they can control my business.”

“Looks like you really want to die―”

His voice had no yet lowered when the Middle Eastern with a gun had already a b.l.o.o.d.y hole between his brows. The expression on his face was at a loss, as if he did not quite understand what had happened.

He had fallen and his pistol had fallen to the ground.

The Middle Easterners controlled by bodyguards could hardly believe it.

What happened?

“You can't just throw such a good product on the ground.” The Priest straightened his collar, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground. He smiled at the Middle Eastern merchants, and fired a few shots at them.

“People on the battlefield always think they can break all the rules.” The Priest looked cold, “but I am a businessman, and I will come out even if I know that my guests are likely to break my word. What do you say, Mr. Count? ”

“Wu Yun's marksmans.h.i.+p is still the same, and Mr. Priest still has the same courage.” Chen Yong could not help clapping. “No matter how many times you look at it, this kind of shooting is amazing.”

In order to prevent sniper attacks, there were few other buildings near the church where the Priest lived. The nearest building was also separated by a river, about three or four hundred meters, and the view was not very clear.

Under such circ.u.mstances, whether it was snipers, or those who ordered snipers, there was no doubt that they had a high level of confidence in themselves. Because if they did a good job of it, he will die without knowing who it was.

Almost no one who could be called a sharpshooter had ever been trained. The gunmen who had been trained and trained were quite a few, but in the face of those who were born with excellent gun sense, they still fell sort several times.

Wu Yun was such a person.

When he was taught to shoot, Chen Yong didn't have much hope. Just because Wu Yun was thin and Asian, he was born to lose against the rest of the population physically. Learning to shoot could at least make up for physical deficiencies.

But Wu Yun missed the target on the first shot, but afterwards the gun hit the target.

Whether it was moving targets or shooting in times of wind and rain, Wu Yun rarely missed the target.

When Chen Yong asked him how to determine the path of the bullet, Wu Yun's answer was intriguing―because I felt I would hit the mark.

Born with the ability to use guns flexibly, excellent dynamic vision, excellent jumping ability, very sensitive to danger, as well as perfect instant memory and excellent sense of language.

Chen Yong suspected that he did not save a child, but a natural war monster.

Each child had enough ability to make him one of the world's top athletes and mercenaries, and if he had been born into an ordinary family instead of on the battlefield, his name might have reverberated through the world in another way.

Unfortunately, G.o.d was not so fair.

In addition to giving him excellent physical ability, he also deprived Wu Yun of pain and empathy.

The world that Wu Yun could see was completely different from the one seen by ordinary people.

Chen Yong also took Wu Yun to some peaceful and comfortable places. Because of his work, he travelled around the world with Wu Yun almost every day, but Wu Yun had no interest. Only in Sasimu's port had Wu Yu asked to stay for the first time.

He knew instinctively that this was the only place where he could live.

Chen Yong and Wu Yun lived together in Sasimu for ten years.

When Wu Yun was fourteen years old, Chen Yong had nothing to teach him, or was even match for Wu Yun at all.

He was old enough to be his son's child, which Chen Yong had never thought of before.
*Not entirely sure: 对自己捡回来的年纪足够当自己儿子的孩子出手，这是陈庸以前完全没有想过的。

He did not lack beauty, nor did he lack bed companions, but only Wu Yun was different.

Wu Yun was different from all the people in the world. He was unique and amazing.

He did not hide his emotions, nor did he care about worldly ideas and ethics.

It wasn't that he didn't understand, he just didn't want to follow it.

In order to survive, people in the world would force themselves to learn to adapt to all kinds of rules and do things they didn't want to do, but Wu Yun wouldn't.

He was free from heart to body.

So Wu Yun was able to live like a fish in water. Even if the Priest and Bartender knew in their hearts that Wu Yun was a moving a.r.s.enal, they never wanted to bind him.

“Yes, Wu Yun is the best bodyguard.” The Priest laughed too. “With him, you don't have to worry about the ants. Do you want to see him? If you want to see him, I'll call him over. ”

“He should have gone.” Chen Yong smiled and refused the Priest's kindness. “After Wu Yun is sure there is nothing here that can continue to threaten you, he will leave.”

The bodyguard next to the Priest received a reply and hastened to say something.

“Although you have been away for three years, you still know him very well.” The Priest nodded slightly. “Yes, Wu Yun is gone.”

“You only paid him for sniping, and he won't miss it when he's done. He's such a kid.” Chen Yong's face appeared with glorious smile. “It's good to know he's alive and kicking. I'll be back after I'm finished."

“I heard there was another blond hybrid kid next to Wu Yun.” The Priest was somewhat interested. “Did you send it?”

“Mmh.”

“Why did you suddenly want to give him something?”

“To let him learn to love.” Chen Yong smiled at the Priest. “Even if it's just a little bit, I hope one day, the dark clouds floating in the sky can stop a little bit and understand how I feel.”

Therefore, he would try all the means he wanted..

This was an offensive and defensive war.

It was also a tug of war.

Chen Yong himself did not know what the outcome would be.

But he was no longer a young man. He had to always move while he could still move, let the relations.h.i.+p between them stagnate, and move forward a little more.
*Not sure: 可他已经不再是年轻人了，总要试着趁自己还能动的时候，让他们之间停滞不前的关系，再往前面动一动。

After Wu Yun sniped the Middle Eastern, and determined that the Priest would no longer be in danger, he turned and left.

Of course, he also saw Chen Yong.

Qing Tian was aware that Chen Yong was back.

So he wasn't surprised.

To get home from the church, you needed to cross D Street.

D Street was different from A street. Most people who lived on D Street were less able to fight and were relatively quiet. D Street was almost one of the most peaceful streets in the thirteen streets and was also the most prosperous area. After the newcomers had received the “baptism” of the elderly, most of them would come to live there.

There were food sellers, flowers sellers and gun repairers. As long as they had the skills, they could basically survive there.

As long as their eyes were not blind, they had to find themselves the force to pay the protection fee obediently.

Wu Yun had come to D Street a lot.

Sometimes the Bartender brought him food that was not to his taste, and he would come to D Street to eat, never feel wronged himself.

There was still a lot of time to finish the work today. Wu Yun felt that he may not be able to see chocolate when he went back, as it may be eaten by Qing Tian. So, he can eat outside first, and then he would not feel disappointed later.

Qing Tian had previously found a ramen stand.

The boss of the ramen stand was once the second-in-command of the Yakuza, but failed to compete with the third-in-command for the position of boss and had to escape here. As a result, when he came to the city of Sasimu, he found that he was no better than the people there, so he gave up the idea of making a comeback and opened a ramen stand.

Anyway, he was the only one there who owned a ramen stand. It didn't matter whether it tasted good or not.

Fortunately, after many years of opening, the technology had improved a lot.

At least Wu Yun felt okay eating.

“Wu Yun is coming.” When the boss saw the familiar old guest, he knew that Wu Yun must have come back from the Priest's work again, and quickly gave Wu Yun noodles.

“Mmh.” Wu Yun just sat quietly in his seat, and basically didn't talk much.

Business at the ramen stand was good.

Soon this place would be full.

“Brother, can we join the tables together?”
*Not sure: "兄弟，我们拼一下桌可以么？"

Because Wu Yun was sitting alone at a table, his table was the primary target of others who didn't have a seat[1] after the stand became full.

The people who asked Wu Yun were obviously new, they were black and white, and there was no threat.

Wu Yun nodded regardless.

“Hank, sit down.” The black man was the leader of the two. “I can finally find some decent food to eat.”

“Joseph, keep your voice down.” Hank looked around in alarm. “Let's go back as soon as we finish eating.”

“We hardly go out these days. You don't have to worry too much. It's different from A Street.” Joseph was dissatisfied with the care of his companion. “In, when can we get out of here?” Don't forget we're here to make money.”

“All I have to do now is wait a week for the boat to leave this place.” Hank didn't want to stay there. It was just that tickets were hard to buy. He could only buy them in a week. It still cost twice as much.

“Don't say that.” Joseph looked pale. “We've been at C-Rank for years. As long as we stay here for a while and gather more information, we'll soon be able to upgrade and take on more profitable jobs.”

Hank said something in a low voice, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

“Noodle is ready.” The stall owner brought Wu Yun the ramen in front of him, and after putting down the bowl, he looked solemnly at the two men who were about to quarrel. “Two guests, can you stop quarrelling in my place? Do you want me to call someone to teach you both to know the rules, huh? ”

Frightened by the owner of the stall, Hank and Joseph dared not stay there. They quickly apologized and ran away.

“Tsk, it's true that anyone can be a bounty hunter these days, and this kind of thing can come to us to gather information.” The owner of the stall thought it was ridiculous. “But Wu Yun, they're coming for you, you know?”

Wu Yun was struggling with the noodles.

“Come on, I recently saw a Chinese woman with a child who worked part-time in a beef noodle restaurant called Lanzhou.” The vendor quickly left Hank's affairs behind and showed off to Wu Yun.

After all, the one who listened to him while eating was Wu Yun.

Although Wu Yun did not like to talk, he was undoubtedly a good listener.

“Is it good?” Wu Yun drank the soup and felt full. Only then did he look curiously at the owner of the stall.

“It's delicious.” The stall owner smiled. “Come and eat then. As soon as you come, I won't be short of guests.”

That was true.

There were a lot of bodyguards and gunmen who wors.h.i.+pped Wu Yun in Sasimu, and they ate what Wu Yun ate in order to be like him.

“Good.” Wu Yun had been eating free ramen anyway. The stall owner never charged him, there was nothing that couldn't be promised.

“Oh, I forgot.” The stall owner touched his chin, looked at Wu Yun and said, “You'd better go out less recently. The latest newcomers seem to want to gather information about you. I don't know how it got out there, saying you killed Dushe and got the 'Nushen' recipe. Now, your reward has soared to 170 million. Your personal information alone can sell for more than a million dollars. “

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Footnotes:
[1] lit. 拼桌 pīnzhuō, to sit at a table with others with whom one is unacquainted. There was no other way it could flow well in English