My Waste Husband novel Chapter 777

"Don't thank me." Baron patted Henry on the shoulder. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have this opportunity today. I wish you good luck, brother Syl."

"I wish you good luck." Henry put the gun into his jacket. "I hope that you won't die here. If there is a chance, I will look for you when I get back to China to have a drink."

"Haha, we will be waiting for you. We won't stop until we're drunk." Baron laughed, waved his hand, and left with the others.

Baron's team members walked past Henry one by one and all patted him on the shoulder, which meant that they hoped they could borrow some strength from Henry. Everyone knew that if Henry hadn't been there these days, they wouldn't have been able to enter Golden City with their rookie experience, let alone save people.

Garry and Helen walked at the end of the line.

When Helen walked to Henry, she looked at Henry with a complicated expression and said, "Hen... Syl, thank you for helping us these days."

"Be careful." Henry looked at Helen. Although he knew clearly that Helen and others' action was full of danger, Henry could not help them. He had more important things to do. Most importantly, as a member of the Sharp Knife, Helen will encounter even more dangerous tasks in the future. He could not help her every time. If she wanted to live better, she could only improve by herself. This was the way Helen chose herself.

"Syl." Garry showed his teeth to Henry. "I admit that I was very uncomfortable with your teaching manner. But these days, I have learned a lot from you. Don't die, or I won't be able to go to your funeral."

"Don't worry." Henry grinned as well. "If someone is to die, that would be you because you are a rookie."

"Humph." Garry glanced at his mouth and said, "As you said, everyone was a rookie once. When you see me next time, I'll show you my changes."

"Okay. Next time we meet, we will drink together."

Henry watched the Sharp Knife leave. Although the people in this team were young and arrogant, they were all dedicated to the country. Garry was arrogant. But it should be known that many people who were the same age as he might rely on their parents to support their lives, while Garry was fighting in the front line. They might lose their lives at any time here.

A chilling aura spread throughout the city.

People in the city, no matter men or women, old or young, all had a keen sense of smell. They used to wander on the streets, but today they all disappeared without a trace.

Outside Golden City, three armoured vehicles were currently slowly driving towards the gates.

Inside the car, a driver looked around nervously, then turned around and said, "General, I feel there is something wrong."

As soon as the driver's voice sounded, he heard the sound of an explosion. A powerful wave of air rushed over, bringing with it fiery light, directly to this armoured vehicle that was currently moving.

At the same time, several figures, accompanied by flames, rushed toward the three armoured vehicles.

The ambush this time could definitely be described as having more wolves than raw meat. Everyone wanted Bolton's head, but there was only one Bolton's head.

"Sh*t, why did they take action outside the city?" Garry, who was behind a stone house near the gate, frowned and said, looking at the fire outside the city.

"It's fine." Baron shook his head. "Although armoured vehicles like this are called mobile coffins, the lids of these coffins can't be opened easily."

Baron's words proved to be right.

As soon as the ten or so mercenaries rushed in front of the armoured vehicles, machine gun firing sounds could be heard. The armoured vehicle's steel plate window opened, and the heavy machine gun released tongues of bullets. All of the dozen or so mercenaries that rushed over were immediately knocked over.

"A bunch of fools." The men of one mercenary group hid behind a house, watching helplessly as the ten or so people charging forward were riddled with holes. "If it was so easy to kill Bolton, why would they hire tens of thousands of soldiers?"

The six men of the Blade Mercenary Group sat leisurely in a restaurant. The sound of the gunfire seemed to have nothing to do with them.