Chapter 66 Invitation

  At this time, the latent mercenary group entered a leisurely state again, wearing beach shorts to relax on the seaside without the influence of war. They are not in a hurry at all now, waiting for Ye Haiya to come and find them, with the initiative already in their hands.

  "Hey guys, look at this little shark." The cowboy-hat-wearing Dao Feng ran over with his two fluffy legs exposed, holding a small shark and presenting it to Zhao Ziyang like a treasure.

  "What a tender shark fin!" Omo exclaimed, snatching the small shark from the knife-wielding hand and impaling it on a steel skewer with a swift motion.

  "Pandora, it's up to you now... Hahaha..."

  Pandora, who had just received the shark, flashed a brilliant smile and placed the small shark on the barbecue rack. She was still wearing camouflage pants, but her upper body wore a tight-fitting vest that accentuated her full bust in a sensual and captivating way.

  No one would give her a second glance, not even the beachside creeps who were on the lookout for beautiful women. Apart from her full figure and gentle beauty, everything else about her inspired fear deep within people's hearts.

  Originally healthy wheat-colored skin was all over with sinister scars, making people know at a glance that it wasn't some kind person.

  "Special forces, your chicken wings." Pandora picked up the roasted chicken wings and handed them to Zhao Ziyang personally, smiling warmly.

  "Ahhh... Special Forces, your chicken wings..." Dao Feng pinched his nose and shouted loudly: "Pandora, you're being too biased! There are only two chicken wings in total, how can you give them all to the Special Forces?"

  Pandora smiled silently, her face looking exceptionally calm and gentle.

  "Xie will be back in a few days."

  "What?!"

  Zhao Ziyang suddenly sat up from the recliner and looked at Pandora with surprise.

  Pandora nodded, very affirmative.

  "Seas re-entered tactical satellite found me, expected to arrive in Libya and meet with Angel in three days."

  That's great!

  Zhao Ziyang's face was filled with joy, he grabbed a chicken wing and took a big bite, laughing and saying: "Seth that guy finally showed up, it's all because of your charm."

  "What? Is that old lecher Seth coming back to the team?" Dao Feng's face was also full of surprise, and he blurted out a sentence: "Ah, I'm going to invite Seth to Lang Chang!"

  "Count me in!" Omo chimed in enthusiastically, her eyes shifting away from Hei Zhen Zhu.

  With a "thud", the knife's body heavily fell onto the sandy beach, biting into a mouthful of sand. Pandora, who had kicked him with one foot, smiled at him and turned to apply lubricant to Little Shark's body.

  "Don't let Seth learn any bad habits, or I won't modify another gun for you." Pandora's gentle threat left Knife with nothing to do but grit his teeth and acknowledge his misfortune.

  These guys, led by Knife Edge, are all whoremongers. When they have nothing to do, they like to go to France or Japan to visit prostitutes. However, most of the time it's Knife Edge who pays the bills. Omo and others mostly follow Knife Edge around, but often complain that Japanese girls are not as good as Russian women, and can't even get them off.

  Spending money on pleasure is what mercenaries are most enthusiastic about. The money earned with their heads tied to their waistbands must be enjoyed in a timely manner, and women, fine wine, and casinos are the places they are most enthusiastic about besides the battlefield.

  "Head, the Ye Haiya faction has arrived." The wireless radio transmitted the voice of the sickle hand.

  "It's all taken care of."

  "I think so too, coming empty-handed looks very insincere, haha......" Kama Te said with a loud laugh, turning off the wireless radio.

  Gambia is not big, and there are few tourists during the period of internal unrest. Locals rarely come here either. Plus, Zhao Ziyang's group was very conspicuous, so it's normal that Ye Haiyan could find this place quickly.

  "Hello, sir." The newcomer was a high-ranking military officer who had crossed paths with Mekalle during an escort mission, but he couldn't recall the man's name.

  "No!" The scythe-handed man, wearing a large pair of sunglasses, gently wagged his right index finger and said with his eyes gazing upwards: "Don't call me Mr., I'm just a mercenary, my rank is Captain. Also, no matter what you have to say, please come back another day, we're on vacation now. Our boss has a terrible temper, if he's disturbed during his vacation, I can guarantee that he'll make you pay."

  The officer was taken aback, his eyes gazing out at the distant beach, where a group of people were lounging in the sun, eating barbecue.

  "But..." The officer was in a hurry, but just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw the scythe-wielding man turn his body around with his back facing him.

  "We're not interested in you, but I heard that Brikama has another diamond mine. I'm more interested in being a miner." The scythe-wielding man clapped his hands and lazily stretched forward, walking away as if the officer was nothing to him.

  The officer was left with a nose full of dust, unable to do anything but watch as the scythe-wielding man walked away. He didn't dare try to stop him, as Mr. President had repeatedly instructed him to be polite and courteous. The officer understood that much, but he would have liked to use his rifle to bring the man back, only that wouldn't work - mercenaries were notoriously difficult to deal with, and if they got angry, it would spell disaster for the president's plans. If things escalated to that point, the officer himself might as well be dead.

  "Bastard!" The officer spat out a mouthful of saliva and cursed, then ordered a low-ranking officer beside him: "Prepare a few diamonds."

  Mercenaries are all vampires, slaves to a pile of money. They haven't even started the mission yet and they're already opening their mouths wide like lions. But there's no way around it, no one dares to disobey the president's orders.

  The low-ranking officer beside him went to prepare the diamond, and the officer who came to invite Zhao Ziyang and others stood on the beach waiting. He brought more than a dozen soldiers, who occupied various points on the beach according to instructions, controlling Zhao Ziyang and others in the center with a vigilant attitude, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.

  The scene is impressive, but it gives people a comical feeling, just like the bodyguards that Zhao Ziyang and his entourage brought along on their tour.

  A few people ran into the sea and started playing with the waves, shouting loudly, having a great time.

  Looking at these crazy guys, Zhao Ziyang's mouth corner revealed a smile, but his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He was thinking about the problem, thinking about how to bring these brothers to the end safely. The road after being ambushed would absolutely not be smooth sailing, many problems could be foreseen.

  In Africa, they have to face the mercenaries of EO, and also the US government and the British government. The only good thing now is that their relationship with Libya's Gaddafi is relatively good, but this better relationship comes with promises.

  The sleeper had dealings with Gaddafi before, and Gaddafi's relationship with Black Hawk was also good. The main reason for this is that Libya under Gaddafi's rule belongs to the Third World country, and the sleeper's service object is the Third World country. Therefore, after withdrawing from Afghanistan all the way to Africa, he was able to settle in Libya and seek Gaddafi's help.

  But Gaddafi was a national leader, he had no reason to take such a great risk for the undercover agent, even if he had a good relationship with Heiying. Heiying is gone, Zhao Ziyang is a new face, in the situation of the undercover agent's decline, Gaddafi has fulfilled his duty as a friend, but put forward an extremely harsh demand: to exchange large-scale lethal weapons for Libya's asylum.

  Weapons of mass destruction are weapons that can kill a large number of people, usually civilians, but also military personnel. They include three types of weapons: nuclear weapons, chemical weapons and biological weapons.

  Qaddafi needs nuclear weapons, urgently needs nuclear weapons, even without nuclear weapons, having intercontinental missiles is also okay.

  This is also the reason why Zhao Ziyang was eager to control this small country of Gambia, he had to get rid of Libya, mercenaries who dared not possess nuclear weapons on their own, once they possessed them it would be a dead end, let alone help others get nuclear weapons. This is a common rule, a tacitly agreed upon rule among governments, if mercenaries could also possess nuclear weapons, the world would be completely chaotic.

  "Boss, I've got the diamond." The voice of Sickle Hand came over.

  Diamond? Hehe, will a sleeper lack diamond?

  "Get down, Diamond Hand, and roll away." Zhao Ziyang ordered the sickle hand.

  "Understood." The scythe-wielding man smiled with a slight curl of his lips, he loved doing things like this.

  It was just a small Gambia, and the one who came to ask them to ambush was only an officer with less than a hundred soldiers. If the ambusher was willing, they could overthrow the Gambian government at any time. It's just that Zhao Zi Yang thought it was too much trouble, he didn't have much time.

  After all, it takes a lot of time to consolidate a government, and in this case, it is absolutely not worth maintaining the current government.

  "What do you think you are? You're just mercenaries, a bunch of bloodthirsty mercenaries who stir up trouble!" The officer, enraged at being given diamonds but still not getting permission, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the scythe-wielding man's head, making as if to shoot.

  "Hey, buddy, are you really going to shoot? The scythe-wielding man blinked his eyes and showed an innocent face, pouting his mouth and saying: "You're using an Italian-made Browning 1900 model pistol. This type of pistol requires the trigger to be pressed two-thirds of the way before it will fire. Your right index finger is now only three millimeters away from triggering the firing pin, but I can assure you that if you press another millimeter, your head will be pierced by a sniper bullet, hehehe..."

  A threat emerged from the scythe-wielding man's mouth amidst laughter, his face expressionless as he leisurely examined the diamond against the sunlight to check its purity.

  The officer hesitated, his instincts causing him to glance around, seeking out the hidden mercenaries lurking in the shadows.

  "Boom!" A dull thud, the scythe-wielding man's fist heavily smashed into the officer's abdomen, causing his entire body to convulse and twitch, with acidic stomach water flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

  "Uggghhh..." A stifled groan escaped the officer's lips, his internal organs and intestines churning into a knot, the sensation was almost unbearable.

  The soldiers behind saw this scene and immediately raised their guns at the scythe-wielding man.

  Bang!

  A soldier's rifle flew out of his hand, the receiver pierced by a sniper bullet and blown in half, the tremendous force shattering the soldier's wrist, blood flowing down.

  "Damn it, you don't believe me even when I tell you!" The scythe-wielding man cursed with a ferocious face, lifting the officer over his head and throwing him out violently.

  "Roll back and tell Ye Haiya, if you want to see our leader, you must show sincerity, otherwise I dare not guarantee who will be in power in Gambia, hahaha..."

  The officer who got up from the ground with the help of soldiers did not speak, took a deep breath and left the beach with his own soldiers.

  There's no need to say anything more. My status is too low, and I can't even afford to hire anyone. The other person's words are not just empty threats; a powerful mercenary force could overthrow the government at any time.

  The sickle-wielding hand waved at the empty northern face, waving to teammates hiding in the dark, and walked towards Zhao Ziyang with a diamond.

  This is a good deal, the diamond looks fine, it seems like I will make a big profit in Gambia.

  The fact is that the poorer a country is, the easier it is to make money, because of the scarcity of resources, many things are forced to be taken out with a lot of money.

  Impoverished Africa has forever been a hotbed of mercenaries because they are poor, and due to the scarcity of their resources. This is undoubtedly heaven for sustaining sixty percent of the world's mercenaries.