The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

"Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang cursed heavily, stretched out his fist and slammed the ground hard.

The outcome of this kind of incident is already very clear without Angel saying that the two Taliban elements will inevitably take the filmed things and edit them, then take them to the radio station and upload them on the Internet, and use facts to accuse the US military of crimes.

The civilian survivors who have been massacred will be absorbed by the Taliban, and they will use the power of hatred to shape them into a personal bomb to carry out various sabotage operations.Driven by this kind of hatred, the surviving civilians will definitely accept the Taliban's mercy, because they have been dazzled by hatred, and they are also unable to discern what is behind the real thing.

"This is the strategy of the Taliban. They accuse the United States internationally through a series of similar incidents, and at the same time absorb more members. Under the agglomeration of common beliefs and common hatred, they will grow step by step and re-establish the Taliban regime. "An Qier said to Zhao Ziyang calmly.

But Zhao Ziyang's ears were particularly harsh when he heard this. He didn't think it was a good way.Exchanging the lives of compatriots for the support of compatriots is a betrayal in itself, and it must not last long. Such a thing is hard to accept.

While it was difficult to accept, he was very dissatisfied with Angel's attitude towards this kind of thing.

"An Qier, are you indifferent?" Zhao Ziyang questioned Angel, he wanted to see what he wanted from Angel's eyes.

All along, An Qier has always belonged to the kind of person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside in his heart, and he doesn't want to imagine Angel's heart of stone.But now that she was eating the rice of a mercenary, she knew very well that Angel was absolutely hard-hearted, otherwise a woman would not be able to gain a foothold in the mercenary world.

"This is the law of nature." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang coldly, turning her head to stare into his eyes.

Being stared at by Angel's sapphire-like eyes, Zhao Ziyang suddenly felt angry, because he saw Angel's eyes were full of indifference and ridicule.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang let out a low growl, and his emotions were a little out of control for no reason.

Angel means angel, how could an angel be so indifferent?

"You are a person with rich emotions." An Qier ignored Zhao Ziyang's anger, thought for a while and then said: "Maybe I can say that you are a good person?"

nice guy?bad guy?There are still good and bad people in this world?

Letting out a long breath, Zhao Ziyang moved his eyes away from Angel's perfect cheeks, and said to himself with complicated eyes: "Okay, don't laugh at me anymore, maybe I'm not suitable to be a mercenary. But I'm definitely not a mercenary." Good man, all I can do is flesh and blood."

When he said these words, Zhao Ziyang didn't see a bright strange flash in Angel's eyes at all.Maybe even if he saw it, he didn't know what the strange color in Angel's eyes represented.

"Yang, you are fine." An Qier gave Zhao Ziyang a rare smile.

But Zhao Ziyang didn't have the time to appreciate this smile. He knew the purpose of Angel's bringing him here, and the upcoming mission must also be carried out in this form: sneak into Norway to hunt down Norwegian soldiers, use a video camera to upload the pictures on the Internet, and let Norway The wave of popular opposition forced the Norwegian government to withdraw its troops.

But compared to what he saw in front of him, the killing of the Norwegian soldier didn't seem to have much impact on him, because the opponent was a soldier, but why did Angel let himself watch such a scene?Do you want to further strengthen your psychological quality?

No, Zhao Ziyang knew that he didn't need to strengthen his psychological quality in this area. He knew what he was doing, and he also knew the purpose of holding a gun.He can also shoot civilians if necessary, because hatred has already wrapped himself up tightly.In a sense, he is also a terrorist.

The two returned to Grishke's foothold, and Zhao Ziyang fell asleep with his head covered after returning. Now he has to adjust his emotions and erase the kindness in his heart, otherwise he will not be able to enter the battlefield.

"Hey, what's the matter with the special forces?" Seeing Zhao Ziyang who got into the room alone, Dao Feng raised his head and asked Angel.

"Oh, the special forces need to adjust." Angel said to Daofeng with a relaxed face.

Blade shrugged, lowered his head and continued to play his poker.He knew that special forces needed adjustments, and sleeping was a good choice.

"Recruit!" Swart spit out two words from his mouth coldly, with disgust on his face.

"Hey hey, Swart, don't you come from recruits?" Dao Feng was unhappy when he heard this, and opened his mouth to speak for Zhao Ziyang.

"Do you want to fight?" Swarte dropped the gun in his hand and stared at the blade.

With a sound of "Chi", a poker card flew out of Blade's hand and slashed towards Swart's face.

"Duh", telling the rotating playing cards to be firmly nailed to the door behind Swart, the paper cards trembled violently.

A shallow wound appeared on Swart's face, blood oozing out.

"Swart, we are teammates now. Even if you have big opinions on the special forces, you'd better keep it in your heart. I'm not helping the special forces, but I can't stand your bullying the newcomers." Dao Feng pinched another The playing cards spoke to Swart's.

There was a hint of playfulness on his face, as well as a hint of pleasure in revenge.

Back then when Lurker was a recruit, he was bullied by Swart, so he hated Swart bullying newcomers the most.

Swart reached out to wipe off the blood on his cheeks, stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The situation between the two suddenly became tense, and swords were on the verge of breaking out!

Pandora, Mandala, Flashpoint, Omo, and Scytheman in the house did not persuade them, but moved a small stool and sat beside them with great interest.They were a bunch of heartless lunatics, and if they didn't watch any fights, it would be a waste of life.

If Black Eagle was there, the two would definitely not fight, and if Angel said a word, the two would not fight either.But Angel didn't speak at all, and seemed to acquiesce in the fight between the two before the battle.

Swart held the sharp saber in his hand, looking cautiously at the blade that randomly separated the playing cards and placed them in various positions on the body.He knew that Dao Feng's melee combat ability might not be very strong, but the other party was better at calculating than anyone else, and anyone who could become a god of gamblers had a brain like a genius.

With a "squeak", the dilapidated wooden door was pulled open, and Zhao Ziyang, who was not asleep at all, came out, and walked slowly between the blade and Swart.

"Disappointing!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang coming out, Mandala, who was very excited, knew that there was no good show, and muttered dissatisfied.

Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang, and went to the corner to fiddle with her gun.

Flashpoint and Scytheman continued to watch with relish, wanting to see the subsequent changes in Tusheng; as for Omo, he folded his arms and said nothing, looking at Zhao Ziyang expectantly, wanting to see Zhao Ziyang also put Swart's balls blow up.

"Dao Feng, it's time for you to practice horse stance." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Dao Feng, and pointed to an open space in the house.

"..." Dao Feng rolled his eyes, obediently walked over and started squatting, practicing Chinese Kung Fu hard.

"An Qier, this is my business." Zhao Ziyang said to Angel with a smile, and turned around to face Swart without waiting for Angel's response.

The moment he faced Swart, his face became extremely cold, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Swart, human patience is limited. I am a newcomer, yes, but we are comrades-in-arms now." Zhao Ziyang paused, pointed at Swart and said loudly: "I used to be the most elite special soldier in China, Very ignorant. I have never heard of the Los Angeles Anti-Terrorist Special Service, and I only remember that I once pinched three deltas on the China-Myanmar border.”

Swart froze for a moment, looked at the sarcastic smile on Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and slowly walked away from him.

"Winning." Zhao Ziyang who walked into his bedroom stopped, spit out two words, and then slammed the door shut.

No one knew about the battles that Zhao Ziyang had experienced in the past, and he never said it. Even though this was his qualification to enter the mercenary world, the secrecy policy was still firmly engraved in his heart.The most important point is that as long as he thinks of the previous battles, he will think of his comrades-in-arms. At that time, they lived and died together, enjoying joy in suffering, but now he is the only one left alive.

Swart was obviously stimulated by Zhao Ziyang's words, ignorant?No, it's definitely not ignorance, it's just that the other party simply dismisses the troops they came from. There is no need to compare who is better between the Delta and the Los Angeles Anti-Terrorist Special Forces.

With a "crash", Swart smashed the table next to him to pieces, and walked straight to his room.

"I said brother, in fact, you shouldn't be like this..." Omo persuaded Swart, but it obviously had no effect.

The mercenaries didn't laugh, and they still looked as if nothing had happened, but they looked at Zhao Ziyang again in their hearts.

The small mercenary group doesn't care about its members. Whether you are a gangster, a drug dealer, or a civilian, as long as you are in good health, you can receive a series of simple training and go to the battlefield to make money.But the Lurker mercenary group is different. It only absorbs the elite of the elite, not special forces.Not only lurkers, but all members of the powerful mercenary regiment are selected as special forces from various countries. They have experience and foundation, shorten the integration process, and can send out missions at any time and complete them satisfactorily.

In this case, mercenaries need their own proof, including the battles they have experienced, and this is their capital.Mercenaries from the world's top special forces received higher treatment, and no one was stupid enough to start as a recruit.

But Zhao Ziyang started as a recruit, and kept silent about his previous troops and battles.He doesn't need capital, he always thinks he is the strongest, it's the same wherever he goes.

"Okay, everyone, take a break and wait for the regiment leader to formulate a detailed plan." Angel clapped her hands and said to the mercenaries, then winked at Mandala Road.

Mandala understood with a smile on his face, pushed open the door of Swart's room and walked in.

What everyone needs before the war is adequate rest and relaxation, not unnecessary bickering here. Swart needs to lower the fire, and special forces also need it.But special forces have chosen the best way: sleep.And Angel knew that she didn't need to say anything to the special forces, the Chinese knew exactly what she should do and when.