Chapter 13: Ignorance and Isolation

  "Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang cursed loudly and punched the ground with his fist.

  The outcome of this incident is already very clear without Angel's words. The two Taliban members will inevitably take the footage they shot and edit it, then broadcast it on radio or upload it online to expose the crimes committed by the US military.

  Civilians who survived the massacre will be absorbed by the Taliban and molded into a human bomb with the power of hatred to carry out various destructive actions. Under this hatred, survivors will absolutely accept the arrangement of the Taliban, because they have been blinded by hatred and cannot see the truth behind things.

  "This is the Taliban's strategy, they make accusations against America internationally through a series of similar events while absorbing more members. Under the cohesion of common beliefs and common hatred, they develop step by step, re-establishing the Taliban regime." Angel said calmly to Zhao Ziyang.

  But this remark was particularly unpleasant to Zhao Ziyang's ears, he didn't think it was a good method. To exchange the lives of compatriots for their support is a betrayal in itself and can never last, such things are hard to accept.

  At the same time, he was very dissatisfied with Angel's attitude towards this matter.

  。

  "Angel, are you indifferent?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel, wanting to see what he wanted from her eyes.

  All along, Angel had been the kind of person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside in his heart, and he didn't want to imagine that Angel had a heart of stone. But now that he was eating this bowl of mercenary rice, he understood very clearly that Angel absolutely had a heart of stone; otherwise, a woman would never be able to stand firm in the world of mercenaries.

  "This is the law of nature." Angel said coldly to Zhao Ziyang, turning her head and staring into his eyes.

  Being stared at by An Qi'er's sapphire-like eyes, Zhao Zi Yang suddenly felt a sense of indignation, because he saw that An Qi'er's eyes were filled with coldness and mockery.

  "Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang let out a low growl, his emotions somewhat inexplicably out of control.

  Angel means angel, how can an angel be so indifferent?

  "You're a very emotional person." Angel didn't mind Zhao Ziyang's anger, thought for a moment and continued: "Maybe I can say you're a good person?"

  Good people? Bad people? Does this world still have good and bad people?

  He let out a long sigh, and Zhao Zi Yang shifted his gaze away from An Qi Er's perfect face, muttering to himself with a complex expression: "Alright, stop teasing me. Maybe I'm not cut out for being a mercenary. But I'm absolutely not a good person either; all I can do is be flesh and blood."

  When he said this, Zhao Ziyang did not see the bright and strange color that flashed in Angie's eyes. Perhaps even if he saw it, he didn't know what the strange color in Angie's eyes represented.

  "Yang, you're great." Angie gave Zhao Ziyang a rare smile.

  However, Zhao Ziyang didn't have the leisure to appreciate this smile, he knew what An Qi'er had brought him here for: the upcoming mission would also be in this form - infiltrating Norway, hunting and killing Norwegian soldiers, filming it with a camera and uploading it online, forcing the Norwegian government to withdraw its troops due to the opposition wave from the Norwegian people.

  In comparison to what he saw in front of him, sniping Norwegian soldiers seemed to have little impact on him, as they were military personnel. But why did Angel want to make herself see such a scene? Was it to further strengthen her mental quality?

  No need, Zhao Ziyang knew he didn't need to strengthen his psychological quality in this aspect. He understood what he was doing and knew the purpose of holding a gun.

  If need be, he can also shoot and kill civilians, for hatred has already wrapped itself around him tightly. In a certain sense, he is also a terrorist.

  The two returned to their base in Greshk, and Zhao Ziyang went back to sleep with a blanket over his head. He needed to adjust his mood and suppress the compassion in his heart; otherwise, he would not be able to enter the battlefield.

  "Hey, what's wrong with Zhaoziyang?" Knife Edge saw Zhaoziyang entering the house alone and asked An Qi'er.

  "Oh, special forces need adjustments." Angel said with a relaxed face to Knife Edge.

  His shoulders shrugged slightly, and he continued playing his poker cards with his head down. He knew that special forces needed to adjust, and sleeping was a good choice.

  "Newbie!" Sworte spat out two words coldly from his mouth, with a face full of disgust.

  "Huh? Swarte, didn't you come from the new recruits?" Upon hearing this, Bao Jian's expression turned unpleasant as he opened his mouth to speak up for Zhao Zi Yang.

  "Do you want to fight?" Swarte threw down the gun in his hand and stared at the knife.

  A "whoosh" sound was heard, a poker card flew out of Knife's hand and slashed towards Swort's face.

  "Bang", a spinning playing card was nailed to the door panel behind Swarte, its paper surface trembling violently.

  A shallow wound appeared on Swett's face, with blood seeping out.

  "Swartz, we're teammates now. Even if you have a huge opinion about the special forces, it's better to keep it in your heart. I'm not helping the special forces, but I don't like how you bully new people." Dao Feng said, pinching another poker card.

  There was a hint of amusement on his face, as well as a hint of vengeful pleasure.

  At that time, he was a rookie egg in the lurker and had not suffered less bullying from Sworte, so he disliked Sworte bullying newcomers the most.

  Sword's hand wiped away the blood threads on his cheek, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it lightly, with a fierce killing intent in his eyes.

  The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, with swords drawn and bows stretched!

  Pandora, Mandrake, Sparkplug, Omega and Sickle inside the house did not dissuade him, but instead one of them eagerly moved a small stool to sit beside and watch.

  They were originally a group of madmen who didn't care about their lives. If they didn't fight, it would be a waste of life.

  If Heiying were here, the two would definitely not fight. If Angie said a word, the two would also not fight. But Angie didn't say anything, as if she tacitly allowed the two to engage in pre-war combat.

  A sharp military knife was grasped in Swort's hand, cautiously looking at the poker cards scattered randomly on his body. He knew that the knife's close combat ability might not be very strong, but the opponent was more calculating than anyone else and had a genius-level brain to become a god of gambling.

  With a creak, the old wooden door was pulled open, and Zhao Ziyang, who hadn't been sleeping at all, walked out, slowly standing between Jian Feng and Swett.

  "Buzzkill!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang walk out, the enthusiastic Mandala knew there wouldn't be any good show to watch and muttered in dissatisfaction.

  Pandora flashed a dazzling smile at Zhao Ziyang and continued walking to the corner to fiddle with her own gun.

  Shan Dian and Liang Dao Shou continued to watch with relish, wanting to see the subsequent changes in Tu Sheng's journey; as for Ao Mo, he held his arms around his knees without speaking, looking at Zhao Zi Yang with expectation, wanting to see Zhao Zi Yang also burst Swote's egg.

  "Knife Edge, it's time for you to practice your horse stance." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Knife Edge and pointed to an open area inside the house.

  "...the knife flashed and flipped, obediently walking over to start practicing horse stance, bitterly training in Chinese kung fu."

  "Anqi'er, this is my business." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile to Anqi'er, and before she could respond, he turned his body around to face Swarte.

  In an instant, his face turned icy cold, and his eyes were filled with an unbridled arrogance.

  "Swort, human endurance is limited. I'm a newcomer, but we're comrades in arms now." Zhao Ziyang paused for a moment, pointing at Swort loudly: "I used to be one of China's most elite special forces, quite unknown to the world. Los Angeles Counter-Terrorism Special Task Force? Never heard of it. All I remember is that I once single-handedly took down three triangles in the Sino-Burmese border."

  Siwa was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Ziyang's sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked away from him.

  "Complete victory"

  Zhao Ziyang walked into his bedroom and stopped in his tracks, uttering two words before slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

  No one knows the battles Zhao Ziyang had been through before, and he never talks about it, although it's an experience that got him into the mercenary world. The confidentiality agreement is still deeply etched in his heart. The most important thing is that whenever he thinks of past battles, he remembers his comrades who shared life and death with him, making jokes amidst hardship, but now only he remains alive.

  Suart was obviously stimulated by Zhao Ziyang's words, ignorant? No, absolutely not ignorant, but the other party simply disdains his own unit, and there is no need to compare who is better between Delta Force and Los Angeles Counter-Terrorism Special Forces.

  With a "crash", Swarte kicked the table next to him into pieces and walked straight into his own room.

  "I'm telling you, brother, you shouldn't be like this..." Omo advised Swarte, but it was clear that his words had no effect.

  The mercenaries did not laugh, still with an air of nonchalance, but in their hearts they looked up to Zhao Zi Yang a little more.

  Small mercenary groups don't care about their members' backgrounds, whether they're from the underworld, drug dealers, or ordinary citizens. As long as they're physically capable, they can receive simple training and head to the battlefield to earn money. However, the covert operative mercenary group is different; it only absorbs the crème de la crème of elites, rejecting non-special forces operatives. Not just covert operatives, but all powerful mercenary groups select members from special forces units of various countries. These individuals have experience, a foundation, and can shorten the integration process, allowing them to take on missions at any time and complete them successfully.

  In this case, mercenaries need their own credentials, including the battles they have experienced, which are their capital. Mercenaries from the world's top special forces are treated a bit better, and no one is stupid enough to start from scratch as a new recruit.

  But Zhao Ziyang, however, started from being a new recruit and never mentioned his previous troops or battles. He didn't need capital, he always thought he was the strongest, wherever he went it was all the same.

  "Alright, everyone take a break and wait for the captain to come up with a detailed plan." Angie clapped her hands and said to the mercenaries, then gave Mandra a wink.

  Mandala smiled and pushed open Swarte's door, walking in.

  Before the war, everyone needs sufficient rest and relaxation, not engaging in meaningless bickering here. Swett needs to calm down, so does the special forces soldier. However, the special forces soldier has already chosen the best way: sleep. And Angel knows she doesn't need to say anything more to the special forces soldier, this Chinese person is very clear about what to do and when.