Chapter Thirty-One Mission (Six)

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  "Not good!" I muttered to myself, instinctively holding up the cash box in front of me.

  A loud gunshot, no time to dodge, I only felt a heavy blow to my chest, my body fell backwards, the cash box in my hand dropped to the ground. This unclear model handgun had extremely strong penetration power, after piercing through a cash box, it also hit the bulletproof vest I was wearing, my chest was burning with pain.

  I didn't have time to care about the money box that had fallen to the ground or the pain on my body, I pulled out the pistol from the holster and was just about to fire when another gunshot sounded in my ear, it was the dull sound of a sniper rifle! With a whizzing sound by my ear, the drug dealer's waist jerked up, spewing out a stream of fresh blood, his gun-wielding hand also fell to the ground.

  "Are you okay? Nothing's wrong, is it?" Kim Ji-joon asked anxiously.

  "It's nothing." I gritted my teeth and crawled up from the ground, making sure the drug dealer was dead before slowly putting away my pistol and pulling out the MP5 behind me. Seeing the steel nails all over the floor, I anxiously felt around my butt and other possible places that might have been pierced, fortunately, I hadn't been nailed, or else it would've been terrible!

  After reconfirming that there were no more active drug dealers, I picked up the five money boxes from the ground and walked out of the warehouse. Turning back to take one last look, a wave of anger rose in my heart, and I threw the money boxes onto a car, took off all the grenades on my waist, pulled the rings and threw them under the large truck, then ran to the other side of the car, covering my ears and squatting down. A few seconds later, with several loud explosions, the large truck was blown to pieces, and the fragments of the vehicle mixed with the bodies that were hit and rocks fell from the sky, leaving only a broken shell burning with fire.

  This fire is expensive enough, tens of millions!

  I spat out the dust I had inhaled and stood up again to shake off the stone chips and dust, pressed down on the earpiece to connect with the base, saying: "Mission accomplished."

  "Received, congratulations to you!" The voice of Major Big Beard came from the earpiece.

  Kim Jee-joon snapped his fingers, slung the PSG-1 rifle over his shoulder and climbed down from the chimney. He walked up to me and gave me a big hug. In the distance, I could hear the roar of engines as several helicopters flew in and circled overhead. A large number of troops were also slowly closing in on our position. It seemed that they too placed great importance on this transaction, fearing that we might slip up, and had dispatched a large contingent of soldiers just in case.

  I patted Kim Jee-joon beside me and pointed to the factory, saying: "I think you should go in and take a look. The situation inside is beyond what training can achieve, it will be good for you."

  In the sniper scope, all I saw was the target, which was far from the real feeling, just like playing a game. Kim Ji-hoon walked into the warehouse and turned around in circles, coming out with a pale face, squatting on the ground muttering to himself. As I thought, the training result did not achieve the desired purpose, at first he killed the sniper very neatly, definitely also gave himself a lesson about blood and death. Although I don't know what he's thinking inside, there must be some impact, his heavy breathing is proof, but he quickly accepted or endured it. This time, seeing the bloody scene so close, all caused by him and me, the impact on him won't be small. What we learned in the base and used later will be these things.

  Let's take a look, if he should accept it, let him accept it early on, otherwise when the time comes, he will be scared to death and lose his life.

  Looking at his expression, I may have understood. To become a true warrior, one must experience these things on the battlefield, and only through experiencing them can they grow. War requires not only precise military techniques but also a heart, a cold heart. My heart seems to have cooled down a bit!

  Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder, startling me out of my reverie. I almost instinctively pulled out the pistol from its holster. The hammer was cocked, staring at the person in front of me.

  "Hey! No, no! It's me."

  I lifted my head and saw a fully armed American soldier holding an M16 in one hand and making a blocking gesture with the other, looking at him carefully I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

  "What? Don't you recognize me?" The American soldier asked, still keeping a defensive posture.

  "Hey, it's you, Bruce!"

  I remembered it was Bruce, the friend of Black Bear, who picked us up on our first day in Africa. I sheepishly holstered my gun: "Haven't seen you for half a year, how are you?"

  Bruce let out a sigh of relief as he saw me put away the gun, patted his chest and said with a face full of discontent: "Alright, it's been half a year since you last came to find me, your training base is also off-limits to me, you're really not a good friend!"

  "Hehe......" I smiled awkwardly: "This half-year of training almost took my life, where would I have time to go out and play?"

  "It's clear they were just discussing how to collect your bodies." Bruce pointed at the surrounding soldiers.

  I looked up to see US soldiers coming in and out, all with a look of shock and incredulity on their faces, as if they were staring at monsters. I shook my head speechlessly, unable to say a word.

  "What a huge change you've undergone in just half a year! Initially, you couldn't even utter a complete sentence in English, and hadn't even held a gun before. Now, not only can you converse with me fluently, but the two of you have also managed to accomplish this nearly impossible task - it's simply unbelievable!"

  "Good luck." I smiled and replied.

  Bruce came over and clapped me on the shoulder: "Come on, Black Bear wants to meet you."

  Panda? I excitedly grabbed Bruce's shoulders and looked around: "Are they here too? Where?"

  "Hey... be careful!" Bruce exaggeratedly brushed off my hand, pointing to a helicopter that had already landed: "They didn't come, they'll chat with you via satellite."

  I took a glance at Kim Ji-joon, who was still in a daze, and boarded the helicopter. Inside the cabin, there was a communication device with a screen displaying the images of two people. I waved my hand excitedly and greeted them.

  "What a wonderful performance!" said Mai Dao with a big smile on his face and a thumbs up.

  "Just being a bit clever." I smiled and pointed at my head: "Smarter than you guys!"

  Hehe, the black bear chuckled and asked: "How's your first mission? The bloody taste didn't scare you, did it?"

  "I'm fine, I've died once in the country too, it's just...". I turned my head to look at Kim Ji-hoon outside again and continued to say: "My partner is a first-time killer, he...I don't know how to advise him either."

  "No. 16? Not bad, absolutely talented! Whatever advice you give, it can also be handed over to your instructor, he has a way. In the future, he will adapt himself, don't worry."

  "The killer, it's like getting high on marijuana. Once you've had the first time, you'll get hooked on this feeling! You all passed the exam! Get ready, in three days we'll send someone to pick you up and take you back to Los Angeles, then go home and enjoy your one-month vacation, they will arrange for you."

  "Okay, when can we meet?"

  "When you come back next time, the two of you will be sent to the headquarters base of our mercenary group. At that time, we will be comrades-in-arms!"

  "I'm really looking forward to it!" I smiled and nodded, giving them a military salute.

  They chatted casually for a while, then bid farewell to the two and walked out of the helicopter. Bruce was holding a rifle outside the helicopter, lazily sunbathing in the sun, while groups of American soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, lifting out the bodies of the drug traffickers and burying them on the spot. As for the wounded, those who were half-dead were simply shot again, and then carried away. Only a few miserable drug traffickers who were still slightly alive were lifted onto the helicopter and sent to the base. The welcome they received was probably not as good as being shot dead directly.

  Damn, he's even more ruthless than me! I furrowed my brow as an American soldier dragged a scrawny little black man who had just been shot by him past me. The wound on the black man's chest was still oozing blood, dripping drop by drop onto the ground below, leaving a trail of bloody prints.

  I rubbed my nose and walked over to Bruce, patting him on the shoulder with a greeting. Bruce smiled and turned around: "Now that we've graduated, there's finally time to come out for a drink! Come to our club tonight, I'll treat you!"

  "Alright!" I smiled at him, I also need to vent: "Have a good drink tonight."

  Bruce bumped fists with me and pointed at Kim Jee-joon, who was still sitting on the ground, saying "I think you should go check on your partner, he needs your help."

  I nodded and patted Bruce, then walked towards Kim Jee-joon and knocked on his helmet with my hand. Kim Jee-joon slowly raised his head, but the expression on his face gave me a big shock - his eyes were filled with tears, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

  Oh no! I secretly cried out in dismay and felt a sense of urgency in my heart.

  He has sunk deeply into fear and self-blame, if he is not relieved in time, he will be ruined! Ruined by his own hands!

  I thought for a moment, then squatted down beside him and asked in an intentionally cold tone, "Zhi Jun, what's wrong? Are you scared or feeling guilty?"