Chapter 58: Right and Wrong?

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  "So soon?" I raised my wrist to look at my watch: "Only three minutes!"

  The captain pointed to the street: "You don't see what a big commotion you've caused!"

  I smiled wryly.

  The captain gave the order to retreat, and Crazy, Watersnake, and Black Bear quickly retreated back. Crazy excitedly patted his hands on the password box, shaking with excitement. The task was half completed, and everyone else also applauded excitedly, quickly packing up the equipment in the room and retreating to the backyard, where there were several cars they had obtained last night.

  I quickly put on my backpack, and unexpectedly a task with only 60-70% success rate was so easily completed under my plan! I feel like I'm floating, it's just too cool!

  Just as I was about to follow the black bear out of the room, I suddenly saw Watersnake on my back with my backpack behind him. He swiftly pulled up the gun bolt and aimed the muzzle at the worker who had been thrown into the corner and tied up. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could open my mouth to stop him, Watersnake had already pulled the trigger.

  "No!" I shouted, rushing back and holding up the barrel of the water snake's gun. The bullets in the clip hit several workers after a few shots were left, all pouring onto the ceiling, knocking down rows of stone blocks and dust. Workers who were not hit were twisting their bodies in terror, making humming noises in their mouths. The water snake retreated two steps back, spat out the mud it had sucked into its mouth, and suddenly pulled out the pistol hanging on its leg and pointed it at me.

  "What the hell are you doing?!" We both shouted at each other almost simultaneously. Before he could continue, I cursed first: "Damn it! They're just civilians, innocent people! Why did you shoot at them?"

  "Scram!" The water snake brandished his pistol and roared: "If you don't scram, I'll kill you along with him!"

  "Damn it!" I cursed, about to draw the USP45 hanging from my leg, when suddenly a cleaver came rushing up from behind and hugged me tightly. The farmer stood between us, conveniently pressing down the muzzle of the water snake's gun.

  The captain stormed back from the backyard: "What are you doing!"

  After the graduation exam, I had "positioned myself" or entered the role and was no longer afraid of killing someone. However, it was only limited to the enemies encountered on the battlefield, everyone was doing what they should be doing. A long time later, an old mercenary told me that everyone was just trying their best to get rid of the enemy on the battlefield, waiting for another stronger person to try their best to get rid of themselves.

  But it's absolutely not like now, using the weapons in hand to shoot some unarmed civilians! Absolutely not! They have their own peaceful and happy life, in this war, they are all innocent!

  "Why kill them?" I struggled a few times, unable to struggle out of the chef's knife's embrace, and shouted loudly at the captain: "They are innocent!"

  The captain snorted: "Those who are close to war have no innocence! We don't want to kill people, but they saw us and heard our conversation. You should understand the secrecy of this mission, we don't want trouble, we must get rid of them!"

  "No, Captain, it's fine, we're just mercenaries who come and go without a trace! Even if someone sees our faces, no one will be able to find us, and we won't be threatened!" I exclaimed, struggling and trying to explain to the captain and the others. But everyone, every single person, had a cold expression on their face, and I felt a sense of helplessness.

  Is this really a mercenary? There is no justice or evil, nor right or wrong. As long as you think it's right, as long as it threatens yourself, you can do it without hesitation. What's the big deal about killing a few civilians?

  At this time, a faint police siren came from outside, the bird man looked at his watch and shouted to the captain. The captain waved his hand and left the room, everyone present raised their weapons in their hands, aiming at the worker in the corner of the wall.

  As if they knew their fate, all the workers were frantically twisting the sacred body, their eyes filled with despair, and a few people even shed tears.

  No!

  In my helpless roar, everyone pulled the trigger in their hands, including that tank bastard. In an instant, more than a dozen workers were simultaneously shot through by more than a dozen bullets, especially the 7.62mm caliber bullets of the M134 machine gun, which can cut a person in half with just a few bullets. Within seconds, there were limbs and broken arms everywhere in the corner, not a single intact corpse, or rather, only a pile of shredded flesh, blood splattered everywhere!

  I went crazy wanting to grab the weapons from their hands, the kitchen knife cursed silently, suddenly raised its hand and struck my neck.

  Everything went black before my eyes, and I lost consciousness.

  The crowd shook their heads in dismay, the black bear kicked the tank's butt with one foot, and the latter shrugged innocently. The vegetable knife sighed and carried me on its shoulder to retreat from the room. In the backyard, three cars were parked: a Ford, an Accord, and a BMW, all of which had been secretly brought in last night for evacuation. After everyone retreated, they immediately got into the cars, and the police sirens outside had already become a cacophony. The three cars accelerated towards the outskirts of the town.

  As the car drove to the exit of the town, two other cars followed, Kim Joon-oh and Scorpion who had been hiding on the water tower and a church bell tower since the beginning of the mission. Several cars quickly drove out of the town and rushed into the forest outside the town.

  Shaking off the pursuing police is easy, but shaking off the arriving troops will take a lot of effort!

  Our pre-arranged retreat plan was that after the completion of Task One, everyone would immediately withdraw into the forest, walking over several mountains to reach a pre-agreed location on the border. After sending out a signal, there would be helicopters to take us away from Russia. A battle in a town of this size cannot help but attract large numbers of Russian troops. As long as we enter the forest, the Russian soldiers who rush to the scene will have no advantage over us. It's not easy to wipe out a mercenary group that has been active on the battlefield for a long time. To wipe us out, they must send troops deep into the forest to pursue us, and even if they catch up with us, we'll still have to fight to the death with real knives and guns. Without support, it's all about the strength of both sides, very fair.

  This way, our chances of escaping will be even greater!

  If everything goes smoothly, at a normal marching speed, we can reach our destination in 2-3 days.

  When I woke up, I found myself on the shoulder of a black bear, sandwiched in the middle of the team, swaying back and forth through the snowy forest, my neck aching! Damn, the butcher's hand was really ruthless. I rubbed my neck with my hand, and then remembered the scene from earlier in the town, a surge of anger rising up in my heart. I struggled on the bear's shoulder for a few moments, shouting loudly: "Put me down, damn it, put me down!"

  When I shouted, the black bear tightened its grip even more, with both hands using force to press me tightly on its shoulder. The marching team stopped, and the team leader, who was walking in front of the team, took a deep breath, raised his hand to look at his watch, and then waved his hand to order: "Rest in place."

  Everyone sat down on the spot, and the black bear even threw me to the ground without any politeness. It didn't care that I was in pain, ah-ing and shouting. It squatted on the snowy ground, wiping the sweat from its face with a big mouthful of air. The kitchen knife also walked over and threw my backpack and SG552 beside me.

  The chef had just sat down next to me, when the water snake sauntered over with his rifle slung over his shoulder: "Hey, our loving angel is awake!"

  Damn! The anger in my heart surged again, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the SG552 on the ground, glaring with both eyes and shouted loudly: "I'll kill you!"

  As soon as my hand touched the gun, I was pressed to the ground by a black bear. The kitchen knife quickly pulled my backpack and weapons back to its side, and also removed the pistol and dagger from my body.

  "Are you done causing trouble?!" The kitchen knife yelled at me, then cursed at the water snake: "Water snake, get the hell away from me!"