Volume 1: Mercenary Corps of Wolves Chapter 1: I Am a Mercenary

  Tonight's weather is great, with a starry sky and a round moon visible overhead. The bright moonlight shines on the Pacific Ocean's night sky, making it a grayish hue. In the quiet night sky, an AHL armed helicopter flies quickly over the sea surface towards the depths of the Pacific, its black body flying close to the sea surface like a black cat running swiftly in the dark night.

  There were several heavily armed men with gloomy faces sitting in the cabin, wearing tattered military uniforms and smelling of gunpowder. The paint on their faces and a corpse lying in the middle of the cabin seemed to be silently telling their identities, which were not ordinary people. The helicopter pilot turned his head back, let out a light sigh, and continued driving his helicopter.

  The helicopter sped across the vast ocean, and soon a black dot appeared vaguely on the surface of the sea in front. The pilot glanced at the radar screen, opened the headset and said: "Wolf's Den, Wolf's Den. This is Wolf Fang 3, entering defense zone 1, requesting to land."

  "Wolf's lair received, can land, cargo door is opening."

  The black dot is getting closer, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a small island. The helicopter quickly climbs to the top of the island. At night, no one will find out that the mountain end of the island has slowly opened with mechanical sounds towards both ends, revealing a huge downward passage in the night sea breeze.

  Below, it was still a gray and hazy expanse, with only one circular bright spot slowly expanding to a diameter of over ten meters. The AHL located directly above the circular bright spot had its entire body illuminated, and the fuselage slowly adjusted its position, revealing a strange wolf head emblem on the helicopter's body for a brief moment before it was hidden in the glare.

  The cabin and cockpit were illuminated by the light, and the pilot couldn't see anything, relying only on the infrared guidance device of the aircraft to drive the helicopter carefully. Gently pulling down the control stick, the helicopter slowly descended, eventually disappearing into that patch of brightness.

  After a faint humming noise had passed, the bright spots gradually shrank smaller and smaller until the small island returned to its original state in the darkness.

  The helicopter descended ten or more meters before finding itself in a huge, brightly lit spherical space. The interior of the small island had been completely hollowed out!

  The entire space is spherical, about the size of a football field, 30-40 meters high, and was completely excavated inside the small island and supported by steel plates. The special steel plate with a thickness of 4-5 meters can withstand the attack of 2 medium-range missiles at any point! If the missile can penetrate the anti-missile system.

  In the very center of the space, there is a circular platform with a diameter of about 20-30 meters, on which a huge wolf head totem is painted. The expression on the wolf's face is extremely ferocious, with its round, blood-red eyes making one shudder, and its snow-white teeth stained with fresh blood, holding a dagger full of fresh blood, with the knife tip dripping with fresh blood. The black background combined with those blood-red decorations makes the entire totem have a very strong three-dimensional effect, as if it can make people feel the sharpness of its teeth, the bloody mouth and the mixed fragments of flesh!

  The entire totem is filled with a murderous aura, as if it allows people to see a ferocious wolf, after biting countless enemies to death, carrying a bloody dagger mixed with blood and flesh in its mouth, rushing towards you! Too shocking!

  A helicopter was hovering above it, and the same wolf head totem was also painted on its black body. Many people were busy shuttling back and forth on the ground, and everyone wore the same wolf head totem armband.

  Around the round platform, a dozen or so armed helicopters of various models were neatly parked: BO-105, AHL, Apache AH-64, "Black Shark" Ka-50 and Ka-52, Mi-28N, Mi-17, "Cobra" AH-1, "Black Hawk" UH-60...

  And beneath this level is an even larger warehouse, storing more aircraft and various combat vehicles. The outer surface of the circular platform with a diameter of several tens of meters is wrapped in a larger platform that can float up and down to transport things needed by the owner between the upper and lower levels.

  This is the base of the world's strongest mercenary group - Wolf Mercenary Group.

  The helicopter gently adjusted its body and landed on the platform, the cargo door opened, and several mercenaries slowly carried their companion's corpse down from the helicopter. Among them, a black-haired Asian man with black eyes was particularly eye-catching. A team of logistics personnel quickly ran over to take over their equipment, while the remaining soldiers were about to take over the stretchers in their hands, but were pushed aside by those mercenaries, silently carrying their companion's corpse and continuing to move forward.

  Several logistics personnel stood there in a daze, the leading captain took a look at the corpse on the stretcher, shook his head helplessly and led his subordinates to continue their busy work on one side.

  The mercenaries silently carried the stretcher into an elevator hidden in a wall, and the doors closed behind them, leaving only the busy logistics personnel outside.

  I'm that Asian guy, been with the Wolves Mercenary Group for a long time... facing war and death every day, the ugliness of so-called peaceful times. This mission was brutal, we lost another brother again.

  To die in battle is a mercenary's ultimate and best destination.

  We have been using this sentence to comfort ourselves, or rather - deceive ourselves.

  The tattered military uniform had been tossed to one side, and I lay on the bed staring blankly at the scars on my body. One, two, three... Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, bruises, cuts, burns - there were so many that I'd lost count. The slender waist of my student days had given way to the eight-pack abs of today, full of explosive power; the delicate skin had turned into the dark, bronzed complexion and the wolf-head tattoo on my arm, as well as the scars all over my body. The innocent college graduate had transformed into a ruthless mercenary who lived for money and brotherhood, with countless kills under his belt...

  A faint dripping sound came from the room, pulling me out of my memories. I pressed a button on the headboard, and a sturdy-looking white man appeared on the LCD screen on the wall, with a scar running from the bridge of his nose to his chin that made him look particularly ferocious.

  "Blood Fox, assemble in ten minutes, head to Wolf's Mound."

  "Yes, Captain, how are Black Bear and Trigger?"

  "They're fine, just a superficial wound, it's already been bandaged, let's get ready."

  "Yes, captain."

  Feeling slightly more at ease after hearing that the black bear and trigger were fine, I took out a new set of military uniform from the closet and put it on, then hung my handgun, tied my dagger, and wore my earpiece. Mercenaries never leave their guns behind, even in the base.

  Ten minutes later, a team of mercenaries lined up to enter an elevator. The white captain, Scarface - Knife Edge, lightly pressed the last button on the elevator. The elevator descended and stopped after about a minute. When the doors opened, a cold gust of wind blew in, revealing a natural underground cave. The space was vast, but divided by an underground river flowing with dark seawater, with a steel bridge above it. The icy surface of the water was calm and deep, emitting a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine. Several spotlights illuminated the entire cavern in a dim red glow.

  Wolf's tomb, wolf's grave, final resting place.

  We walked in a line across the steel bridge and stood under a stone platform on the opposite side. The stone platform was over a meter high, and on its surface of more than ten square meters, countless soldier plaques were neatly arranged. The countless soldier plaques were covered with dust, which should have existed since the construction of the Wolf Mercenary Corps base? The dusty cover couldn't hide the glow emanating from the soldier plaques, and under the light, the plaques still shone with a faint glow, quietly seeming to whisper something...

  Behind the stone pedestal, a wolf head totem was carved on the rock wall. The vivid totem looked even more ferocious in this environment. This is the Wolf Mausoleum, where every deceased team member's nameplate would be placed by their comrades.

  "Banzai!"

  "Hats off..." We pay our infinite respects to these predecessors!

  Footsteps echoed from behind, but no one turned their head. A blond-haired man carried a soldier's tag towards the stone platform, followed by four mercenaries carrying an iron coffin with yesterday's comrade who fought alongside us inside.

  "Comrades." The blond-haired man looked at the object in his hand and said, "Yesterday's mission made us lose another comrade, a brother. Death is also a kind of relief for a mercenary, although he lost his life, but he doesn't have to face the ugliness of this world anymore! Although we lost a friend, we should be happy for him and bless him, his soul will live happily in another place without ugliness and war."

  "Bombs. Strong. John, thirty-six years old, nicknamed Thunderbolt, joined the Wolf Mercenary Corps for one year and two months, former US Marine Corps member, a killing machine of the country. Unable to adapt to normal life after retirement, he joined the Wolf Mercenary Corps for survival. He fought bravely, valued loyalty, was a true warrior and brother. In battle, he lost his life to save his comrades, he deserved to be a soldier of the Wolf Mercenary Corps, qualified to enter the Wolf Mausoleum."

  "Landmine is an orphan, we can only bury his body in the Wolf's Tomb. There is a letter from him here, Knife Edge, you come and read it, he was your teammate."

  "Yes, Colonel." The captain walked up to the stone pedestal and gave a military salute. The colonel returned it and handed him a letter. The captain opened it lightly and read:

  "My dear brothers, by the time you read this letter, it means I'm already dead! I thought for half a day about who to write to and could only think of writing to you bunch of idiots. When I joined the mercenaries, I knew there would be a day like this, and even when I enlisted, I knew it was very likely that I would die on the battlefield. I'm tired of war, but still have to face it every day. I'm an orphan, and you guys are my only family. As of writing this will, I have around $240,000 in savings in a Swiss bank, please send $100,000 to a friend in Washington, below is his address and name, he knows how to handle the money. Another $100,000 please give to St. Mary's Orphanage where I was raised, and say hello to Sister Marry for me. As for the remaining $40,000 or so, I don't have any friends left, brothers, take it and go drink, remember this is what you owe me, next life I'll come back to collect. Okay, looks like I'm not cut out for writing, these words are more tiring than weightlifting. Wish me luck! I'll also wish you guys luck! Landmine, Tuesday."

  The letter was read out, but no one spoke a word. No one would shed tears; mercenaries don't have tears to cry with anyway.

  "Attention."

  The ceremony formally began, amidst the military salute of the team members, the four mercenaries carried the coffin onto the steel bridge and covered it with a lid. The landmine was dressed in brand new military uniform, his face still bearing the wounds that had been wiped clean, with his rifle and dagger placed beside him on his right side.

  We are mercenaries, even in death we will hold our own weapons!

  The lid was sealed, the wolf head totem on the coffin cover shone brightly. The sea water under the bridge led directly to the deepest part of the ocean floor, burying our brothers who fought side by side with us in the deepest part of the ocean floor, a place where no one would ever disturb. Like a phoenix-like funeral, he will live forever in our hearts! After watching the landmine disappear into the dark sea water, the captain gently placed the soldier's badge on the stone pedestal, stood at attention and saluted!

  Looking at the shining soldier's badge on the stone pedestal, my memory couldn't help but go back to the past, like a very, very long time ago...

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