The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Zhao Ziyang, who was running to the north of the jungle, had already reached the finish line of this competition, but he did not reach the finish line, but sat on a big tree instead.

In two days and two nights, he got rid of the special forces from other countries, and even killed the special forces from several countries, because these special forces posed a threat to him. The guns contained live ammunition, and they were absolutely merciless. It seemed that they were not competing, but It's like a life-and-death fight.

Every time he kills a special soldier who wants to take his life, he will ask the other party the time and the reason why the other party wants to kill him.But the time he said was invariably two years after what he thought it was, which meant that he could determine that he had indeed lost his memory.

Another very important point is that he found out from a British special soldier that he was indeed a member of the International Mercenary Organization, belonging to the Lurker Mercenary Group, and the British special soldier told him with a lot of hatred , which lets him know it's true.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyang finally believed what Angel said, but he didn't know that Angel was fake, but he thought it was true, because those blue eyes made him feel very kind, and if it wasn't for close people, he would definitely not This feeling will arise.

In this way, the question before him is whether to enter the key point and follow the domestic military personnel back to the country.He may be able to return to the army when he returns to China, but he is sure that it will be different from what he imagined after returning. He will be controlled without any personal freedom.The domestic military would not believe that he had lost his memory, and after two days and two nights of being hunted down by various countries, he knew very well that there must be something important in these countries' killing him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziyang left the finish line and chose to continue heading north.He didn't know where he would go through the north through the jungle. In his memory, he came to participate in the competition and no one told him where this place was. Anyway, let's leave here first.

Walking out of the jungle, Zhao Ziyang came to a small town.This small town is not big, but it is relatively prosperous. The reason for the prosperity is that it is very close to Russia, and it exists as a treaty port.

Zhao Ziyang, who was dressed in camouflage, only carried a loaded pistol and saber. He had no money and no identity. When he walked into the town disheveled and disheveled, he found that he did not arouse much reaction from the residents of the town.

This is a relatively free commercial town, and there are always people of all kinds entering: drug dealers, arms dealers, gamblers, veterans, etc. There are many people dressed like him, and they are not legitimate people at first glance.

Hungry, Zhao Ziyang's only feeling now is hunger. He stared at a small shop selling turkeys, swallowing his saliva.

The supplies obtained in the jungle have long been exhausted, and the road from the jungle to this small town is barren, and there is no way to hunt any animals to satisfy hunger, not even a single worm.For two whole days and two nights, Zhao Ziyang didn't eat a single bite, so now seeing the burnt turkey, he has a desire to rush up.

Feeling for the pistol and saber, Zhao Ziyang walked towards the shop selling turkey.

"Hello, bring me a turkey." Zhao Ziyang entered the store and sat down generously, regardless of whether the store offered to dine inside.

Zhao Ziyang speaks English, which is the official language of Estonia, so there is no problem in communication.

The boss glanced at Zhao Ziyang, guessing in his heart what this was for, but he quickly placed a huge turkey in front of Zhao Ziyang.

The hungry Zhao Ziyang didn't care about anything, he reached out and tore off a turkey leg that was as thick as his forearm and chewed it.Although the roasted turkey wasn't very good, it was an incomparably delicious delicacy for a down-and-out guy who had been hungry for two whole days.

Under the watchful eyes of the boss, Zhao Ziyang devoured half of the turkey, and wrapped the remaining half in a newspaper for the next meal.

"Money." The boss asked Zhao Ziyang for money naturally.

"I have no money." Zhao Ziyang smiled shyly and told the boss the fact.

As soon as Zhao Ziyang said that he had no money, the boss immediately changed his face, and he took out his phone to call for someone.

This is a place where fish and dragons are mixed, who can do business here without a small circle and small forces?

"Wait." Zhao Ziyang reached out and grabbed the boss's phone and hung up, and said to the boss, "I don't have any money, but I have something that can be worth your turkey."

After saying this, Zhao Ziyang took out the pistol and put it on the table.

It's not impossible to have no money in this kind of place, as long as you take out something equivalent to the money, even if your wife is a bit pretty, you can take it out for a meal.The concept of law is very weak here, and there are rules here.

"M1872 Military Revolver, Revolver Chamber, Caliber 0.44", Walnut Grip, Trigger, Trigger Guard, Receiver, 6 Chamber Revolver, Antique Grade Pistol Produced by East Hartford Gunsmith Company, The ones that survive are all in the museum.” Zhao Ziyang pointed to the pistol and continued: “It was given to me by an American friend of mine, and it is very valuable for collection. I think it’s perfectly fine to exchange it for a turkey.”

The boss picked up the pistol with great interest and fiddled with it, with a smile on his face.

"Hey, friend, this gun is really good, then I will take it, ha ha..." The boss was very happy, and directly put the gun on his waist.

This pistol was found by Zhao Ziyang after killing an American special soldier. This pistol is indeed an antique. It is worth a lot to those who know the goods, but it is really worthless to those who don't.Its value mainly lies in whether it is produced by East Hartford gunsmith. You must know that this kind of pistol was very popular during the Civil War, but it is rarely a boutique produced by East Hartford gunsmith.

Putting half a turkey on his shoulder, Zhao Ziyang was about to go out, but was stopped by the boss.

"My friend, I think you must be in great need of money right now?" the boss asked loudly.

"No, I don't need money." Zhao Ziyang smiled.

"No, no, no," the boss said, waving his hands, "don't get me wrong, I won't let you work as a worker for me, you'll make me poor. I mean, are you interested in joining mercenaries? Joining mercenaries can not only make money , and wine and women."

"I haven't thought about it." Zhao Ziyang shook his head, he didn't want to have anything to do with the mercenaries.

"Hey, you can think about it, there is a mercenary going to the Caucasus to do a big deal, maybe you can make a lot of money, hahaha..."

This sentence made Zhao Ziyang's heart move. What he is worried about now is how to enter Russia from here, and then turn back to China.If you join this mercenary team, you can naturally enter Russia easily, otherwise you don't know when you can get there if you rely on his two legs.

"Really? How big a deal is it?" Zhao Ziyang asked curiously.

"Anyway, it's a big deal. They're recruiting. Look, in that yard, many young people like you are willing to try their luck. Why don't you try too?" The boss pointed to a Yard said to Zhao Ziyang.

Looking up and following the direction of the boss's finger, the yard was very deserted, and there seemed to be no one there.

"Thank you." Zhao Ziyang thanked him, and strode towards the yard where the mercenaries were recruited, carrying the turkey on his shoulders.

There is a mercenary recruitment form pasted at the gate of the yard. The daily salary is [-] US dollars. If you complete the task, there will be a task subsidy. If you die in battle, there will be a lot of money for relocation. It seems that the conditions are good. .

This condition is good because Zhao Ziyang has heard that the US dollar exchange is good. If one hundred US dollars is converted into RMB, it will cost more than 700 yuan, seven hundred a day, and 1000 yuan a month, which is far higher than his salary in the army.

After losing his memory for two years, no matter what Zhao Ziyang thinks about, he always uses the inertial thinking of the army. If it was him a few days ago, he would definitely sniff and smile: this kind of mercenary group is nothing in his eyes. Anyone who pulls out any of them can wipe them out.

But now Zhao Ziyang thinks it's not bad, he can enter Russia and get money, and the most important thing is to take care of food.

"Hey, young warrior, do you want to be a mercenary?" Zhao Ziyang, a middle-aged man sitting behind a table in the yard, shouted at the door: "We are the best mercenary group, and you will enjoy The treatment that other mercenary groups can’t enjoy. Our warrior mercenary group has traveled all over the world, subverted the government in Africa, killed drug lords in South America, and quelled rebels in the Middle East. Of course, you can’t take Money does not work, you have to accept our most formal training, all our instructors are real warriors who survived hundreds of battles on the sand, joining us is like a window opened by God for you, full of freshness and excitement, the most important thing is You can make money, a lot of money, you know? The whole world has everything as long as it has money. Obviously, we have never been short of money. As long as you can kill ten enemies, you will automatically become a veteran, and you will get Additional rewards……"

The middle-aged man talked endlessly to Zhao Ziyang about how good their mercenary regiment was. In the end, it seemed as if all the mercenary regiments in the world were defeated by them, and they were not worthy of carrying their shoes.

"I'll join." Zhao Ziyang directly interrupted the other party's words and chose to join this mercenary group called Warriors.

"Hey, that's great, joining the Warriors means you're going to be a star, your family is going to be proud of you, your women are going to scream for you because you're a hero, a real hero... "

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyang gave a wry smile. If his parents knew that he was acting as a mercenary in front of a soldier, they would have to break his legs.

"Come, come, just write your name on this piece of paper." The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper and asked Zhao Ziyang to sign his name.

The content on the paper is very simple. It is nothing more than the responsibility and compensation. Generally, mercenaries will have such a letter of commitment.Maybe it doesn't have any legal effect, but it represents a kind of inner circle rule, you can't break it, you can only abide by it.

Zhao Ziyang happily signed his name on it, gave half a turkey to the middle-aged man and said, "What am I going to do now? Can you pay me a hundred dollars in advance?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man said very grandly: "What you have to do now is to get your weapons and equipment, and then take a hot bath. In the evening, we will find a very beautiful girl for you, let you Feel the joy in a woman's belly before leaving, it's so fascinating..."

Zhao Ziyang really didn't want to listen to this guy's nonsense anymore, so he directly walked to the back of the yard led by another bearded man in camouflage uniform, received his own weapons and equipment, and started his journey as a warrior.