Chapter 22: Helper

  Everyone went upstairs to where the Earl was and took their seats.

  The second floor is still a hall, but this hall is much better than the first floor hall. At least in Afghanistan, it belongs to luxury. There are air conditioners, TVs, computers, flowers, and paintings, and on the ground there are also local pure wool handmade carpets.

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  "This is Earl, a sworn brother in life and death from my days in Op Special Group." Black Hawk introduced to the team members.

  The Earl clasped his hands together in a Nepalese greeting and bowed to Zhao Ziyang and the others. This is the most basic courtesy of the Nepalese people, who are accustomed to using this Buddhist greeting even when meeting strangers in their own country.

  Zhao Ziyang and others imitated the earl's gesture, clasped their hands together and returned the courtesy.

  "Count, this is Vice-Captain Night Rose, Pandora, Knife Edge, Sworte, Mandrake, Scythe Hand, Omo and Special Troops."

  When introducing Zhao Ziyang, the Earl's eyes lit up and asked Zhao Ziyang: "Are you Chinese?"

  "Yes, I am Chinese." Zhao Ziyang nodded.

  "Not bad, not bad!" The earl nodded repeatedly, pointing to his own yellow skin and then pointing to Zhao Ziyang's yellow skin, winking at Zhao Ziyang with a mischievous glint in his eye.

  The blinking action was caught in the eyes, and a smile couldn't help but rise. Because the mischievous look revealed by the Earl didn't match his ferocious face at all, there was an indescribable sense of absurdity.

  "Hahaha..." The Black Eagle burst into loud laughter, pointing at the Earl and saying: "You little scamp, still the same as ever. No need for idle chatter, I've come to discuss something with you this time."

  The pleasantries had barely begun when Black Eagle got straight to the point and explained his intentions to the Earl.

  "Damn it, I knew you little brat didn't come to me for anything good. After all these years, you're still as hot-headed as ever." The earl cursed with a smile, then his expression turned serious: "If you need weapons, I'll provide them; if you need money, I'll give it to you; whatever you need, I'll provide it. Our little squad back then... not many of us survived. We were once the closest of brothers in life and death."

  The words were straightforward, but Zhao Ziyang heard a different tone: the once closest sworn brothers... seemed to be making up for past camaraderie with this help, and then...

  "No, I want Gurkha mercenaries!" The Black Eagle gazed steadily into the Earl's eyes and said slowly: "Gurkha mercenaries are the best in the world. I need your mercenaries to help me complete a task. Of course, the mercenary fee will not be one penny less."

  The earl remained silent for a moment after hearing Black Eagle's words, but still readily agreed.

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  "No problem!" The earl shifted his gaze from the Black Hawk's face, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, thought for a moment and said to the Black Hawk: "Old buddy, I can accept any task you hire me for, but I have to remind you of one thing."

  "He said." The Black Eagle smiled slightly, pulled out a lighter and lit the Earl's cigarette, sitting quietly there listening.

  "Your mercenary group needs to change its ways, or it will disappear from the mercenary world sooner or later. And you, will be the first to die." The count puffed heavily on his cigar, his face full of sincerity.

  It was clear to anyone that the Earl was advising Black Hawk.

  "No!" Black Eagle said with a firm face: "We infiltrators have our own faith and will never serve the powerful nations!"

  Not just Hei Ying had a determined look on his face, but also An Qi'er and the others all had a determined look on their faces, except for Zhao Zi Yang.

  Zhao Ziyang has always been very puzzled and confused about the latent faith, they are mercenaries, not saviors. Mercenaries should do what mercenaries do, who pays for whom to serve, only serving third-world countries will eventually suffer devastating blows.

  Every game has its own rules, the rule of the mercenary world is to serve for money. Once you have your own faith in battle, you will become a fixed camp. This kind of pure military force's fixed camp will be hit at the first time.

  Every member of the sleeper is a mercenary elite, but it can never confront a country. It's good for a mercenary group to condense spiritual beliefs, but some beliefs are double-edged swords.

  "Black Eagle, you have to understand that this world will always be dominated by powerful nations. I think you can change your mindset and try to get along with Western countries, maybe it's possible..."

  "Shut up!" The Black Eagle suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointing at the Earl and shouting loudly: "Have you forgotten the 16 comrades who died? Have you forgotten how the government treated us? Where is your military honor now? In any case, I will not bow my head to a powerful country, even if I die."

  "Haha, Head, have a drink of water, don't say you won't lower your head, I'm the first Las Vegas youth gambler who doesn't lower his head. Sit down, sit down, don't hurt your liver fire... haha..." Knife-edge swiftly hands Black Hawk a cup of water to calm down his explosive anger.

  The earl's eyes revealed complex emotions, and he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, rubbing his cheek vigorously.

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  "Let's talk about the task." The Earl looked at Heiying and chose to avoid this topic.

  It can be seen from the Earl's eyes that he is sincerely advising Hei Wu. If it weren't for their past life-and-death friendship, he wouldn't have said such words.

  "Ah..." The Black Eagle took a deep breath, patted the Earl's shoulder and said: "Your pursuit is different from mine. Your responsibility is to lead the Gurkhas to make money and live back in Nepal, I understand."

  "Haha... " The earl smiled dryly, nodded and relaxed his emotions a bit before saying: "Let's put the task aside for now, shall we have a good chat?"

  "What's with your sister?" Black Eagle spat out a sentence.

  "Hahaha..." The two of them exchanged a glance and burst out laughing, walking out with their shoulders leaning against each other like young people.

  Time was left for the two to reminisce, and the rest of the mercenary corps temporarily relaxed. The Norwegian army needed some time to sneak into Afghanistan via Africa, which coincidentally gave the ambushers a chance to prepare.

  Given that the Norwegian side hired a large number of Guardian mercenaries, the lurkers had to find a relatively reliable ally to help with this mission. Although they were all elites, there were too few people, and other members of the mercenary group were on missions around the world, and it was impossible to pull out more manpower.

  This time finding the Earl is to let them positively hold back the defender mercenaries, and then the ambusher completes the sniper attack on the Norwegian army.

  In short, the latent ones are very embarrassing. The lack of personnel forces them to seek help from other mercenary groups in such tasks. However, their threshold will not be lowered, which is the only criterion for ensuring combat effectiveness.

  However, in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, it feels a bit rigid. Sometimes, the more people, the stronger the power, as Chairman Mao said, with strong tactical and realistic significance. The essence of special operations is to defeat the enemy with elite forces and occupy an advantageous position, but when both sides are special forces, this becomes a confrontation between elites, and the more people naturally have an absolute advantage.

  A group of people were drinking and chatting in the lobby on the first floor.

  The other mercenary groups in the hall, big and small, chose to make way for Zhao Zi Yang and his group when they arrived.

  Mercenaries who are strong in the mercenary world are respected, those who are not respected will not live long.

  There are no legal obligations between them, just some common rules that mercenaries need to follow.

  For example, when a group of mercenaries gather in a mercenary gathering place, if there are grudges between the two sides, they can be settled on the spot. The prerequisite is that guns are not allowed to be used. As for coming out of this area and using intercontinental missiles, no one cares about you.

  In addition to encountering each other on the battlefield for combat, mercenaries usually avoid each other in private and try not to generate friction with each other.

  Hate is important, but money and life are more important.

  Apart from this, mercenaries can use any conventional or unconventional weapons but they will never touch weapons of mass destruction. Although these weapons would greatly increase their power, when they get these weapons it is the day of their doom: countries will not allow them to possess weapons of mass destruction.

  "An Qi'er." Zhao Ziyang squeezed beside An Qi'er.

  However, Angel saw him coming over and immediately got up and walked away in another direction, not even giving him a glance.

  I don't know where Anqi'er offended Zhao Ziyang, but he followed her again with a somewhat dead and sticky feeling.

  "Psst——" A loud whistling sound rang out, and it was unclear which mercenary had blown the whistle to get An Qi'er's attention.

  No way, Angie is too beautiful, wherever she goes, she's the center of attention. There have been many mercenaries who fought for Angie before, those who lost were disheartened, and those who won had a swollen face, beaten by Angie.

  This little girl has a high vision, ordinary people can't see it at all.

  "Go educate that uncouth fellow!" Angel pointed in the direction of the whistling sound and said to Zhao Ziyang.

  "Understood." Zhao Ziyang immediately strode towards the group of mercenaries with a fierce expression.

  He wouldn't normally use Angie as a hatchet man, but now he had another issue to discuss with her. When asking for favors, one has to lower their posture a bit - after all, Angie was a woman who yielded to softness but not hardness.

  "Hey, come out!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly at a mercenary he randomly pointed at.

  Someone is causing trouble again!

  The mercenaries who feared that the world would not be chaotic immediately shouted loudly, their favorite program was to watch fights, this was a project that could make them relax.

  Of course, if there are women, they would rather find relaxation after an explosion on a woman.

  "I bet the special forces will win." Knife Edge pulled out a US dollar and said to several people around him.

  "Cut..." A group of mercenaries simultaneously charged with their blades extended and middle fingers raised.

  Perhaps they didn't believe in Zhao Ziyang before, but now they can be sure that Zhao Ziyang will win without a doubt, even if another Amo the polar bear appears.

  "Hey, buddies, wanna play a couple of rounds?" Knife Edge stood up and yelled with the US dollars in his hand: "Let the weak Chinese kid fight this strong guy like an African lion, the Chinese kid loses ten to one, the African lion loses two to one, anyone coming?"

  Mercenaries, apart from women and drinking, were also fond of gambling. Seeing someone suddenly start a betting game, their interest was immediately piqued.

  A small wine table brought by the blade edge immediately had someone throw down money to bet, from the amount of money bet, Zhao Zi Yang was obviously not favored, only a few scattered US dollars, the vast majority were on the fierce mercenary who stood up after being provoked by Zhao Zi Yang.

  The mercenary was a black man, nearly two meters tall, a head taller than Zhao Zi Yang, his body full of explosive muscles, obviously a mercenary who excelled in strength. In comparison, Zhao Zi Yang looked extremely weak, of course this was relative.

  Anqi'er gave Zhao Ziyang a glance, her face cold as she walked out of the hall, no one knew what she was angry about again.

  "Ka-ba ka-ba......" A burst of skeletal cracking sounds came from the black mercenary's body, once again making the mercenaries look down on the frail Zhao Ziyang.

  The skeletal crackling proves that they have gone through all sorts of battering, whether it's the muscles or joints, they are stretched to the maximum extent. In short, such a person is good at close combat with their body.

  "Knife edge, leave me that share of money!" Seeing Angie walk out, Zhao Ziyang instructed Knife Edge and chased after her.

  "Alright, alright, alright! The gamble has begun!" Sharp Edge hastily shouted at Zhao Zi Yang.

  Zhao Ziyang doesn't care about the gambling den, he has to figure out why Angie is angry. This German girl is a bit abnormal, not right, very not right.