Chapter 12: Returning Home and Forming a Team (Seeking Recommendations and Bookmarks)

  The rest of the journey was indeed as Wolf Head had predicted, and everything in Harde City was exposed by American TV reporters who were closely following the US military that night. The high-ranking officials at the US military base were busy dealing with public criticism, and according to satellite images, the perpetrators had already escaped to the Iraqi border. At this time, if a large force were to be dispatched again, it would likely cause panic in Syria.

  It has to be said that Wolf's move was indeed vicious enough. After the massacre in Haditha, support for US troops plummeted across Iraq and scandals continued to emerge from various military bases. At this time... on a charter flight from Corsica Airport to Yangon.

  "To celebrate being alive! Cheers!" In the vast cabin, a rough man holding a bottle of Bordeaux wine was drinking with three half-grown kids. Seeing the wolf-like head like an ox chewing cud, the flight attendants felt a pang of regret. A few thousand francs per bottle of wine...

  "This time your performance was not bad, although there were some minor twists and turns in the middle, but it didn't affect the overall situation. Next time just be more careful. Also," Wolf Head took another sip of red wine and continued, "In light of your excellent performance, this time when you return home, a special small team consisting of the 15 of you child soldiers will be formed. With Canine Tooth as the leader... Ah, since you are still underage, Chicken Eye and Blade will serve as deputy leaders. From now on, you can carry out missions independently."

  "Alright, you guys figure out your own team's affairs, I've been babysitting for three months, it's about time for me to take a break..." Ignoring the shock on the three brothers' faces from his words, Wolf Head waved his hand and walked off to rest in the business class cabin.

  "Knife, knife, is this for real?" Chicken Eye asked with a dull gaze, completely disregarding the steak that had fallen from his chopsticks onto his newly changed camouflage uniform.

  "Let me tell you whether it's true or false!" With that, the knife-wielding man punched Chicken Eye in the face with a vicious grin.

  "What the...! Why did you hit me?!" The chicken rubbed its swollen cheek and casually tossed the steak on its clothes to Knife.

  "Alright! You two stop it!" The lone wolf who had been quietly gnawing on the steak in his plate suddenly roared.

  Put down the knife and fork in your hands, the residual wolf continued, "Haven't you found anything wrong?"

  "What's wrong?" Daozi and Jiyuan asked in surprise together.

  "Since we entered this base, apart from Wolf Head and his two assistants, have you seen him communicate with those real mercenaries? You know, Wolf Head has a military rank. Have you ever heard of any mercenary having a rank? And have you ever seen anyone greet Wolf Head?" Lone Wolf analyzed one by one for the two people.

  "Are you saying we don't belong in this mercenary group at all?" Daozi was the first to react.

  "It's not just us, I'm afraid even Wolf Head doesn't belong to this battalion." The remaining wolf's words left the three brothers silent.

  Several hours later, the four of them returned to their base in the Golden Triangle, still covered in gunpowder. In a small conference room, fifteen child soldiers wearing jungle camouflage uniforms stood in two rows facing Wolf Head.

  "Today, I announce the formation of a special combat squad consisting of you 15 people as the main combat personnel. You will receive various tasks, and of course, you will also get rich rewards for completing the tasks. Anyone quitting?" Wolf Head asked simply, without giving anyone a chance to quit.

  They are all clever kids, no one shouted to quit, that's basically looking for death.

  Seemingly satisfied with the state of the children, Wolf Head swept his gaze over each face before continuing, "Next, appointments will be made. Lone Wolves, step forward!"

  "Snap!" A sharp salute, a 14-and-a-half-year-old disabled wolf with an expressionless face walked out of the formation.

  "Appoint Can Lang as the captain of the special warfare team. From now on, this team will be fully commanded by Can Lang. Do you have any objections?"

  Zan Lang was originally one of the top three capable individuals in the small team, and if he had an opinion, he should have had that kind of strength.

  Then, Wolf Head appointed Knife and Chicken Eye as deputy captains. In this ordinary conference room, a mercenary team that would make some people tremble with fear ten years later was formally established.

  After Lang Tou'er waved his hand and let the newly formed team disperse, the three brothers of the residual wolf stayed around the long table in the conference room.

  "Give yourselves five minutes, give your own team a codename, and then I'll say the next thing." Wolf Head held his tempered glass cup leisurely sipping tea.

  "Head, we've already discussed it on the plane, let's just use VX as the code name!" Ji Yan said, pecking at the fruit on the table.

  "Nerve agent? Alright, VX it is! Tonight, Chicken Eye, you go to my office to collect your ID cards and rings. Also, here are the keys to your apartment in this base, from now on you three won't have to live in the dorms." Wolf Head said, tossing over three metal cards.

  The lone wolf picked up a card with his own number on it and held it in his hand, examining it carefully. The pure metal card had one side that was pure black and the other side was pure silver. On the silver side, there was an image of a lifelike wolf, below which was his number: 00439413. The black side only had a blood-red stripe on it. After taking a look, the lone wolf casually put it away, not finding anything special about it.

  "This card is not only a house key, but also a consumption card in the base. Usually, when modifying equipment and buying handy gadgets, you need to use it, so be careful with it. Alright, that's all. Nothing else. Leave Wolf behind, you can go back now." For some reason, Wolf Head left Wolf behind again.

  "Kids, I heard your conversation on the plane. Your analysis is not bad. We don't belong to this base's soldiers at all. In terms of organization, we are just logistics troops. Of course, we are also mercenaries. The one who hired us is an old man, which means that in the future, we will have to take on many dirty jobs. I'll give you a last chance, just like your grandfather asked you before he sent you here..." Wolf Head was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

  "No need, I've made up my mind. You don't have to test my determination. The old man you mentioned is..." Zan Lang said, pointing upwards with his hand.

  The wolf head didn't answer, he continued to say "This base is just rented by us for three years. You and your little brother need to establish a foothold here, when your abilities are sufficient, there will be tasks assigned to you through this mercenary group. Hope you don't disappoint that old man."

  "Alright, now that you know about this matter, go back and communicate with your teammates properly. In a month's time, you can return home to rest."

  "Go home? Forget it... I'll go back during the New Year. That's it, I'm going back." With a swift and decisive movement, he stood up and returned to the barracks.

  It was still the same large dormitory that housed over eighty people, and no new recruits had moved in since they arrived. As soon as he walked into the dormitory, Can Wolf was surrounded by a group of child soldiers. A circle of people cheered and tossed Can Wolf high into the air.

  It's been almost eight years, isn't this what everyone has been waiting for? With a pass rate of less than 20%, these lucky kids have finally been selected after being sifted through like sand in the ocean. From now on, they won't have to worry about bullets flying around them at all times, and they won't have to worry about their comrades stabbing them in their sleep.

  Laughing and making noise, someone suddenly started crying. From intentional repression to the final wail of pain, everyone had been repressed for too long. After all, they were still a group of half-grown children...

  Finally, the chicken-hearted guy slammed his hand on the table and stunned everyone. "What's wrong with you all? What are you crying about? Look at our captain!"

  Everyone turned their heads and found that the residual wolf was leisurely holding a digital camera, taking fierce shots at a group of brothers who were crying happily... "Brothers! Beat him!" Someone shouted, and a group of people pressed the residual wolf down on the bed again.

  "After all the laughter, Knife poured himself a glass of juice and said to everyone, 'We've been together for seven or eight years now. In the past, we were all on guard against each other. Now, I think it's time for us to formally break free from that. Let's introduce ourselves one by one, and also give ourselves code names. We can't use our real names when we're on a mission later. I'll go first. My specialty is sniping, so just call me Knife.' With that, Knife downed the juice in his glass."

  "You three don't need to introduce yourselves, who doesn't know you guys, the whole three freaks," said a boy with a physique that rivaled Chicken Eye's. "You can call me Wild Boar, I'm also a machine gunner, Chicken Eye, we'll have a competition when we get the chance." After saying this, the big guy initiated a fist bump with Chicken Eye.

  "I'm Hua Tuo, the team's doctor. This is my brother, Response Snake, who specializes in poison concoctions. If anyone gets injured, come find me; if you need antidotes, go to him. Don't get us mixed up!" A sunny-looking young man introduced a boy wearing a white lab coat to everyone.

  "We are AK brothers, assault hands, and a professional with Wolf Brother." Two boys who looked alike introduced themselves to everyone.

  "I'm a monkey and also an attacker." Just as AK Brother finished speaking, a tall and thin boy beside him hastily raised his hand to signal.

  Before the monkey could finish, a brother with a scar on his head squeezed out from behind him, "I'm also a surprise attacker, brothers call me crazy and it's settled, heh heh!" Scarface chuckled stupidly.

  "I'm Mountain Eagle, the personal driver for my brothers who can drive anything that flies in the sky!" said the handsome boy wearing a light blue uniform.

  "I'm a blaster and also a bomb disposal soldier. Everyone calls me Pliers, that's it." A lean boy smiled as he introduced himself.

  The only boy who didn't participate in the commotion just now closed his military notebook, pushed up his glasses and introduced himself, "I'm Touch Hand, electronic countermeasures professional, your information backend, sorry I really can't go on missions with you guys." He pointed to his brother and continued, "This is my bro, codename Ironworker, he does gun modifications, also doesn't go on missions." After hearing their introduction, everyone couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. These two brothers were the legendary existences who didn't go on missions yet directly got a share of the profits.....

  The last one was a kid even younger than Can Lang, "I'm Zhun Xing, hehe. I'm also a sniper like Dāozi Gēgē."

  The last three are all freaks? The crowd was speechless with a confused expression.

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  Why hasn't my collection been rising and there are no recommendations... Is what I wrote really that bad? Can everyone give me some support?