Chapter 21: The Strong Are Respected

  Two Humvees drove straight to the westernmost mercenary camp, but this camp was not a foreign legion, but a temporary camp for many small mercenary groups.

  The garrison is an abandoned large factory building with a spacious courtyard. The courtyard clearly shows the scorched earth left by the bombing.

  "This is a gathering place for some small mercenary groups, most of them are mobs, but there are also powerful existences inside, they just keep a low profile." Heiying said while leading Zhao Ziyang and others into the barracks.

  The garrison belongs to the self-controlled area, and the US military does not participate in any activities to maintain order. In fact, they are unable to maintain good order among these refugees, so it is better to let them maintain order among themselves according to some rules of mercenaries.

  Mercenary groups do not interfere with each other no matter what disputes arise, but one thing is prohibited: mutual fights are absolutely not allowed to use guns, otherwise they will be expelled by the army.

  Everyone understands what "driven out by the US military" really means, so the mercenaries follow this rule and only this rule.

  With a creak, the door in the center of the hall was pushed open by Hei Ying, and a group of people followed behind him.

  At this time, the hall was sparsely seated with many mercenaries, some drinking, some cracking their wrists, some gambling, and a few mercenaries flirting with ladies who had appeared from nowhere.

  As they saw Black Hawk and others walking in, these mercenaries stopped their own entertainment, turned their eyes over, and stared at this line of strangers who looked very powerful.

  The black eagle looked around in a circle, didn't find the person he was looking for, and walked straight to the temporary bar counter in the center of the hall.

  "Clang, clang, clang......" The brand new combat boots made a crisp sound on the smooth floor. Black Eagle sat at the bar as if no one was around, casually pulled out a stack of US dollars still on the table and said: "Find the Earl."

  A Westerner who was either a mercenary or a bartender pressed his hand on the money, smiled at Heiying and said, "Alright, we have many earls here, I'll find them all for you."

  "With a 'ka' sound, the black eagle flashed out his right hand and grasped the wine server's wrist, exerting a slight force to twist it back."

  The bartender's face contorted in agony, but he made no sound, gritting his teeth.

  。

  "Listen up, kid. Don't try to sweet-talk me. I'm looking for the Earl." The Black Hawk chuckled and continued to the bartender, "This money isn't a tip for you, it's just that I don't feel comfortable with it in my waist pouch."

  "You... you..." The bartender's face was as red as pig blood, his wrists were held in a tight grip by the black eagle and he couldn't exert any strength.

  He picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then violently smashed it towards the bartender's head.

  With a "bang", the wine bottle burst on the bartender's head, knocking him down neatly.

  The mercenaries around him immediately stood up, their eyes angrily staring at the Black Eagle who indiscriminately attacked people.

  "What the...! Where did this trash come from?!"

  "Take him down! Take him down!"

  "Break his arms and legs and throw him into the pigsty! Damn it, doesn't he know what kind of place this is!"

  “……”

  The mercenaries let out a chorus of jeers, they wouldn't allow outsiders to look down on them in the slightest. As for provocation, the best way to deal with it was to take him down.

  "Squad leader has this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang stared at the arrogant Black Eagle with wide eyes, his face full of incredulity.

  In his impression, Hei Ying was an extremely steady and broad-minded leader who would never be as fond of causing trouble as others.

  "Special soldier, you don't know, do you?" The knife's edge licked his lips, and his eyes revealed a passionate tone: "The captain has never been one to pick fights, but when he does, it's not human."

  Other dormant members were rubbing their fists and palms, with unparalleled excitement in their eyes. This kind of smashing and fighting was what they liked the most, especially when outnumbered.

  "Want a fight? I'll accompany you!" The Black Eagle raised an eyebrow and smiled, taking off his jacket to reveal a robust physique.

  This sentence undoubtedly clarifies everything, they are here to cause trouble.

  "Up!" A black mercenary over two meters tall let out a roar and charged straight at the Black Hawk.

  He was followed by five or six burly mercenaries, with a fierce glint in their eyes.

  They have the same tattoo and are from the same mercenary group.

  The scene became increasingly violent as the mercenary group fought, and a thick smell of gunpowder spread. The other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and his men, ready to start a mercenary gang fight.

  "Charge!" The black mercenary who was attacking the Black Eagle let out a loud battle cry, relying on his tall and large stature to kick his leg at the Black Eagle.

  Black Eagle furrowed his brow, and in a flash, he darted into the body of the black mercenary, stretching out his right hand to hook around the other's neck, heavily slamming him onto the solid bar counter.

  With a loud crash, the bar counter emitted a bursting sound, and the black man's head was smashed to pieces from within. The black mercenary then fell to the ground with a thud, lying there motionless. A pool of fresh blood flowed out from his face, gradually soaking his entire body in blood.

  With a "slap" sound, the black eagle lightly kicked the black man with its foot, turning his body from prone to supine.

  Two sharp wooden stakes were deeply embedded in the black man's eyes, his eyeballs crushed, presenting two dark red blood holes.

  "Damn it!" Another mercenary saw his companion's miserable death and launched a crazy attack on the Black Hawk.

  Just as he was about to rush up to Heiying, a big fluffy hand hooked around his neck from behind.

  "Baby, your screams are too sexy, ahahahaha..." Omo's laughter came, he pinched the mercenary's hand and started to exert force, slowly tightening his grip on the other's neck.

  "Crack, crack......" A chilling sound of a trachea shattering echoed out, as Ormo's five fingers were deeply embedded into the mercenary's neck, until they were completely inserted.

  Fresh blood flowed down from Ou Mo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with bulging eyes stretched out his hands in the air, grabbing randomly.

  "Tearing...!" The sound of muscles and tendons being ripped apart echoed, the mercenary's throat was torn out by Omo's fingers, a large chunk of flesh missing from his neck.

  The mercenary fell to the ground in a miserable state, desperately clutching his throat with both hands, his two legs kicking weakly, staring at the big eyes and dying.

  The hall was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel like vomiting.

  The mercenaries who were preparing to ambush saw this and immediately retreated, abandoning their impending attack.

  。

  These two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but they couldn't survive a single move in the hands of these strange mercenaries, enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially since there were three women among this group of strange mercenaries.

  "Alright." The Black Eagle nodded and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him: "Don't appear before me again."

  Several mercenaries silently carried two companions on their shoulders, with resentment and venom in their eyes, and walked away without looking back.

  In the world of mercenaries, the strong are revered; it's either you die or I perish.

  Pandora watched those mercenaries walk out and followed them after tidying up her hair.

  Not long after, she walked back with a bloody smell all over her body, gave Zhao Ziyang a gentle smile, which was particularly bright and vivid, even with a hint of shyness.

  Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had taken out all those mercenaries, it was something that had to be done. If you don't pull out the roots when cutting grass, the wind will blow in spring and it will grow again, if you want to kill, you can't leave any future troubles behind.

  "Don't worry, everyone." The Black Eagle avoided the fresh blood on the ground and looked up at the mercenaries around him: "The Devouring Beast Mercenary Corps had a private grudge against us after sniping at us on the battlefield."

  The other mercenaries who heard this put their minds at ease, since it was a personal vendetta there was nothing to be said. Mercenaries settling private scores with each other without anyone dying is rare, but the Devouring Beast mercenary corps seemed to have kicked an iron plate.

  The mercenaries returned to their seats, but their eyes remained fixed on the Black Hawk group, guessing which mercenary they belonged to.

  "Clap, clap, clap......" A solitary applause sounded, followed by a voice: "Black Eagle Captain, you're making quite a commotion in my place."

  A middle-aged mercenary with yellowish skin came down, his face revealing an unmistakable ferocity. He was a Gurkha mercenary, about 175 cm tall, and in terms of physique or appearance, he resembled the Chinese, but leaned more towards Indians.

  Nepal's most famous are the Gurkha mercenaries, who are the strongest warriors, skilled in using Nepalese curved knives, short in stature, extremely fierce. For two centuries, the vast majority of young men from the Gurkha tribe have chosen to go out and become mercenaries, with a lifelong motto: "It is better to die than to live weakly."

  For many years, they have been fighting for money all over the world, and the Gurkha mercenaries have a great reputation, becoming one of the largest mercenary organizations in the world.

  Their loyalty and ferocity in battle made them a popular choice among employers.

  There are heroes who die in battle, but no cowards who flee. The Gurkha mercenaries consider dying on the battlefield to be the greatest honor. It is this honor that makes them the most excellent mercenaries.

  The black eagle stood proudly and quietly, waiting for the Gurkha mercenary to come down, his face, which had been baptized in the flames of war, radiating a fierce flame.

  The Gurkha mercenary walked up to the Black Eagle, a pair of ferocious eyes staring at him, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

  Zhao Ziyang and others behind him stared tightly at this mercenary, ready to attack.

  With a "crack", the black eagle and Gurkha mercenaries suddenly hugged each other tightly, with joyful smiles of reunion on their faces.

  "Haha, Black Hawk, you little devil, how come you're eating so much and getting so fat? Can't even move with Washington's chicks?"

  "Hey, Earl, I still like your sister better, but you always hide her away, hahaha..."

  "Hahaha... old buddy!"

  The two people burst out laughing loudly and hugged each other tightly once again.

  This is a pair of old comrades-in-arms, with tears welling up in each other's eyes.

  The two men let go of each other and gave each other a hearty thump on the chest, their two rough large hands slapping heavily together.

  "Today I'm in a good mood, let's drink to our heart's content, and all the expenses will be on me." The earl patted the shoulder of the Black Hawk mercenary and said with a wave of his hand: "Let's go, we're going up."

  Zhao Ziyang and his entourage followed behind, heading towards the second floor, while the mercenaries in the hall let out a cheer and began drinking loudly.

  It's clear that the Earl has the most power here, controlling the order of things. The Gurkha mercenaries are honored guests wherever they go, all the more so among small mercenary groups.

  In the corner of the hall, a young mercenary wearing a cowboy hat covering his cheek stared at the disappearing Black Hawk and others, stood up and walked out. Just now, only he didn't move, motionless.