Chapter 20: Mercenary Paradise

  Guardians and lurkers are fundamentally different, with the former being far more numerous than the latter. Losing a dozen or so of them wouldn't be a big deal, but losing any one of the lurkers would be an enormous loss - they're the elite among elites.

  The reason is that the Guardians mainly serve powerful nations, and various tasks require more manpower, so they recruit retired special forces from all over the world with high salaries. But the real core strength is not much different from that of the Lurkers.

  To put it simply, the Guardians are a high-speed war profiteering machine, while the Lurkers are a finely crafted and streamlined mercenary team.

  The mercenaries who stayed in the base will take Sparky back for treatment, while Black Hawk and others rush to Afghanistan to continue their mission.

  The greatest guarantee for the survival of mercenaries is their reputation. Only mercenaries with a good reputation will be hired, and only those who are hired can make money, and only those who make money can develop and grow. Therefore, mercenaries will never trample on their own reputation that they rely on for survival. It can be said that they are the most trustworthy businessmen in the world.

  Take money and fight; neither owes the other anything.

  "Who is the Fox Hunter?" On the plane to Dubai, Zhao Ziyang glanced at an empty space and asked Angie.

  。

  He thought that someone who could escape from Angel's hands must be a formidable character, and learning more about the Hunter's information would only have benefits, not drawbacks. Who knows when he might encounter the other party himself.

  "Who is she? You can ask your little lover." Angel coldly threw this sentence at Zhao Ziyang.

  "What's with the little lover?" Zhao Ziyang was somewhat bewildered by this sentence.

  "Ah, Ling Huo." The knife-wielding man beside him began to excitedly gossip with Zhao Ziyang, spitting out words as he spoke: "I knew it from the start, that when Ling Huo rescued you, she must have had ulterior motives. Ah, now that Night Rose Deputy Commander has spoken, I finally understand - you two are having an affair, aren't you? Hmph, little lovers... Ha ha ha..."

  With a "slap", Zhao Ziyang slapped the knife's blade on his forehead and scolded with a smile: "Get out, if you talk nonsense again I'll tell Ling Hu, you'll be in for it."

  "Roooaaaar..." The knife's blade stretched out its neck and let out a strange cry, charging at Omo and Kama with their noses pinched shut, shouting: "Hmph, say that again and I'll tell Rei, you just wait and see... Hmph... So it's true, you're a little lover boy, hahahaha..."

  Zhao Ziyang was too lazy to bother with them, and just as he was about to continue asking Angie questions about the Fox Hunter, he found that Angie had walked away from him with a cold face and sat down next to Swett.

  "Special forces, don't worry, I won't compete with you. I only like Russian chicks with big butts and big breasts!" Ao Mo patted his chest, guaranteeing Zhao Ziyang with a good brotherly appearance.

  "I'm not competing with you either." The scythe-wielding man said with a determined expression: "Ling Hu likes mice, I like cats."

  "Awesome!"

  Zhao Ziyang gave the two men a fierce middle finger, got up and walked towards Angie, but as soon as he passed by, he met Swett's very unfriendly gaze.

  After a battle, Zhao Ziyang was instantly integrated into the team by his teammates, especially Omo, who seemed to have forgotten how Zhao Ziyang had beaten him up earlier and instead became extremely close. The same went for the Captain, Scythe Hand, and Pandora, all of whom seemed to view this guy in a different light.

  He merely helped bring down a helicopter with an RPG, that's all, the one who decided the outcome of the battle was still Swartz.

  So Swett was very unconvinced and extremely disliked Zhao Ziyang. But he didn't show it in his words now, because Zhao Ziyang was different from before.

  Taking down a Tiger Armed Helicopter single-handedly is one thing, but what's most terrifying is how he kills prisoners without even blinking.

  Harmless to humans and animals, but extremely toxic and highly dangerous.

  However, Zhao Ziyang walked back over, An Qi'er gave him the cold shoulder, and Swett shot him a rather unfriendly glare, making him feel like he was asking for trouble.

  A group of people got off the plane from Dubai, passed through the Gulf of Oman and entered Afghanistan via Iran. This time after entering Gereshk, they clearly felt an unprecedented tense atmosphere.

  The streets were almost empty, and the businessmen were nowhere to be seen. Everywhere was filled with fully armed US troops. These US troops set up checkpoints every three steps and sentries every five steps, setting up layer upon layer of inspection stations. In addition, a curfew was implemented, imposing strict military control over the entire city of Ghaziabad.

  Zhao Ziyang and others sat in two open-top Hummer cars, parked behind the long queue waiting for inspection.

  "Can we get away with it?" Driver Zhao Ziyang asked, turning his head towards Dāo Fēng.

  But as soon as he asked this question, Zhao Ziyang knew he was in trouble, because Jianfeng was staring at him with a foolish look.

  "Oh, actually I just wanted to say that this Hummer is really good."

  "Special forces, you're talking nonsense with your eyes open, this car is too inferior." Scythe hand curled his lips and pointed at Pandora: "Pandora's modified cars are priceless."

  Zhao Ziyang looked at Pandora with a mixture of trust and doubt, just as Pandora turned her face to reveal a bright smile.

  "Special forces, if you clear the debt I owe you, I can modify a car for free." Pandora was very generous, and her words made Zhao Ziyang swallow hard.

  He didn't dare use Pandora for anything else anymore. Just using the gun he had modified was bound to get him stripped layer by layer by her in the future.

  Two U.S. soldiers saw Zhao Ziyang and his two Humvees, waving their hands for them to come over first.

  Surrounded by Afghan locals, only Zhao Ziyang and his team were composed of different skin types. Moreover, they wore desert combat uniforms in the same color, each with a strong physique, driving expensive Hummers, looking like international mercenaries.

  Hei Ying jumped off the car and waved his hand at the team members behind him, indicating for them to follow. He strode towards the card point.

  。

  "Hey, nice weather today." The Black Hawk grinned at the US soldier and handed him two Cuban cigars, saying: "Want one? Genuine Cuban handmade cigars."

  The American soldier refused Black Hawk's cigar and asked with a smile: "Which mercenary troop are you from?"

  Mercenaries are also divided into three six nine grades. For a mercenary organization that looks well-equipped at first glance, US soldiers are very polite. They often deal with these international mercenaries, let alone many of the mercenaries are their comrades.

  These American soldiers will have many options to make money by becoming mercenaries after retirement, because the treatment after retirement is not very good and too many people do not get what they want.

  "Foreign Legion." The Black Hawk pulled out his own officer ID from his pocket and pointed to the troops behind him, saying: "They're all my men. You want to wipe out the Taliban forces in the south, so my old buddy Colonel William let me bring them here to make some money, haha..."

  The American soldier took a glance at the military ID of the Black Hawk officer, then swept his eyes over Zhao Ziyang and others, nodded with a smile: "Colonel William? Haha, that's our Marine Corps' pride. By the way, your garrison is in the northwest corner, I'm really envious that you can make a lot of money."

  "Buddy, mainly it's our American government that has the money." The knife edge came up and said: "Wait till I make enough money, then go back to Mississippi, open a small bar, play rock music."

  "Mississippi? The hometown of the King of Cats." The American soldier laughed even more brightly, patted the shoulder of the knife edge and said: "The King of Cats is the best, I am his most loyal fan."

  "Hiss——" The long-bladed knife whistled, kicked up a dance step, and sang: "Love me tender, love me sweet, me go……"

  "Hahaha, buddies, good luck!" The American soldier patted the shoulder of Knife Edge and wished them well, handing the military ID back to Black Hawk saying: "Colonel Phillips, you might have to wait a bit."

  "Alright, no problem." Hei Ying nodded.

  The US soldier immediately connected a call with Colonel Wilhelm in Black Hawk's mouth to confirm the identity of Black Hawk.

  。

  And Black Eagle lit a cigar with an air of ease and comfort that was beyond relaxation.

  After a while, the soldier handed the satellite phone over to Black Hawk, indicating for him to answer it.

  Black Hawk, who had taken over the phone, was smiling as he chatted with Colonel William on the other end of the line, and the two US soldiers listened in rapt attention.

  "Anqier, the captain is quite powerful." Zhao Ziyang whispered to Anqier.

  "The team leader used to be part of the OP task force, with extensive connections and abilities far beyond what you see." Angel quietly explained to Zhao Ziyang.

  Zhao Ziyang nodded, and he also had a number in his heart. The Black Eagle who can form such a mercenary team must have its superior place, and it is absolutely not comparable to other team members.

  "Colonel Phillips, welcome. " After confirming his identity, the US soldier waved his hand to clear a path and let the Black Hawk take Zhao Ziyang and others through.

  "Thanks." The Black Hawk nodded and smiled as he tossed the cigar to two soldiers saying "Authentic Cuban goods".

  The two soldiers then gladly accepted the small gift and rushed into Griesk's two Humvees, waving goodbye.

  Smoothly passing through the US military checkpoint, two Humvees drove straight westward.

  Afghanistan, a country with a reputation for being awash in mercenaries, has some of the laxest controls on private security contractors. They are not subject to weapons restrictions because these contractors are usually helping US forces fight, and as long as you flash the right contractor badge, no one will stop you.

  The locals are checked most strictly, nobody knows whether there will be Taliban terrorists mixed inside.

  "This is a paradise for mercenaries!" Zhao Ziyang exclaimed as he saw more mercenaries on the streets than American soldiers.

  "That's right, this is a paradise for mercenaries." Dao Feng shrugged his shoulders and added, "This is also a hell for mercenaries."

  It's already quite impressive if one-third of the 10,000 mercenaries who entered Afghanistan can survive. Most of them became cannon fodder on the front lines for the US coalition forces at a high price. This is the most chaotic place in the world, where the most people die, and those who survive are heroes.