Insufficient balance

  War is an instrument entirely inadequate for the punishment of nations, and bears most heavily on the innocent. - Thomas Jefferson

  The sky was still dark, and Guī Lóng was awakened by the noise from the large hall downstairs. Putting on his clothes, Guī Lóng followed the sound down the stairs and suddenly saw everyone crowded around a small door next to the hall, watching the commotion, while the Dutch lock expert was repeatedly begging into the intercom on the small door with a low three and four tone.

  Coming to the side of the crowd, red-haired Herman patted Qilong's shoulder warmly: "Look at your compatriot's skillful play, the Dutch kid has been treated by him for three days without wearing clothes!"

  Several Russian soldiers gossiped and Ghost Dragon soon understood what was going on: the Dutch little guy had a big mouth, often bullying the only Chinese person here who couldn't fight back. As a result, he was stripped naked by several Russian soldiers who couldn't bear to watch, and all his clothes were locked in a safe. Of course, the electronic lock on the safe was installed by the Chinese, so it's fair game!

  The Dutch kid has been trying every trick in the book for three days, but still can't open the electronic lock on the safe. He's been freezing his butt off in this room with the air conditioner blasting for three days. Especially today, when the Jewish boss is coming to inspect this team of mercenaries - how can he see people naked?

  Under the Dutch boy's hoarse begging, the small door of the basement finally opened, and a frail young man sitting in a wheelchair looked at the Dutch boy who was nodding his head: "Admit defeat?"

  "Of course, you're the best! Please, boss is coming soon, hurry up and return my clothes! Ah~~~~choo!" The little Dutch boy had a tear-stained face, hadn't slept well for days, and was frozen to the point of being miserable. He could hardly speak.

  Pushing a wheelchair, surrounded by the crowd, he came to an old-fashioned safe. The young man in the wheelchair looked at Kaito with disgust: "Get out of here, Japanese dog! Don't think that just because you've taken off your diaper, I won't recognize you!"

  The oni dragon was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure: "I am Chinese, and the ninja turtle you mentioned was killed by me yesterday!"

  Somehow unexpectedly, the young man in a wheelchair turned to the back of the safe, pulled out a thin steel bar from the Medusa-embossed safe body, and the safe door opened with a click. Almost everyone around couldn't believe their eyes, especially the Dutch kid who held the safe and looked left and right for half a day: "This... how is this possible? Isn't it an electronic lock?"

  The young man, who was already moving towards the dinner table in his wheelchair, still said coldly: "This is something often used on doors in China, called a door bolt! In China, even old ladies and children know how to open it. Our bet only includes competing with locks, but doesn't specify what kind of lock! The electronic lock on the safe is fake, even if you use the most advanced decoder, it's useless!"

  Among the thunderous laughter, the little Dutch boy blushed and quickly put on his clothes. Guī Lóng also smiled and walked to the dinner table, sitting down beside the young man: "My name is Guī Lóng, I just arrived yesterday!"

  The young man in a wheelchair took a sip of milk: "Everyone calls me Ah Zhen, and some call me Machine Boy, because I spend all day fiddling with computers and machinery."

  After breakfast, a black Rolls-Royce stopped at the door. Except for Ah Chen, everyone stood up to welcome this wealthy avenger.

  A head of silver hair, a benevolent face, and carefully tailored clothes made it impossible for the Ghost Dragon to associate the old man in front of him with the word "Avenger". The old man scanned the fierce warriors before him and quickly walked to Ah Chen's side: "You've worked hard, my child. Tell me, are these people the best?"

  "Ah, nodded: "These are the strongest ones I can find on the mercenary website, of course, some of them were introduced by people among them. Excluding a SEAL's cook and a Japanese pseudonym, I can find the origin of others, but this newcomer I couldn't find!"

  The old man patted Ah Cheng's shoulder intimately and sat down in the chair beside the dinner table: "Nice to meet you. Of course, you should have heard of me too. My name is Fahad. There are rumors outside that I secretly funded some Jewish revenge organizations. Now, I solemnly declare to everyone that I have never secretly funded any revenge organization."

  Taking a deep breath, Fahred continued: "I myself have been leading an organization of revenge. I don't need to secretly sponsor it; all my property belongs to this organization. The Nazis destroyed my family, destroyed my life, and destroyed my whole life! I narrowly escaped from the Auschwitz concentration camp, and I must make those who hurt me pay the price! So I found you, mercenaries, use your skills to exchange revenge for an old man's pleasure, and also bring in a lot of cash for yourselves! Go get the people I want, you can get a big sum of money. The information is on Ah-Cheng's computer. Don't disappoint me!"