Chapter Seventeen: Returning Home

  That night, the VX squad of Lone Wolf returned to the base smoothly. Although everyone completed their tasks smoothly, they didn't seem to be in a good mood. After several people roughly kicked the captive out of the cabin and said goodbye to Lone Wolf, they went back to their own rooms.

  "Zanlang, come here for a moment." Wolf Head waved his hand to let his assistant drag the captive back to the interrogation room before calling out to him.

  "Follow me for a moment, I have something to tell you." Wolf Head said and turned around to walk towards his own office.

  "Are you going to massacre again?" In the office, Lang Tou'er asked without waiting for him to sit down.

  "I have my own bottom line, and I'm just a mercenary who gets things done for money, not the Liberation Army. That's it, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and rest first."

  Lang Wolf finished speaking and slammed the door shut, causing Lang Wolf's head to tremble. This little brat is too young, but his killing intent is too heavy. After some thought, Lang Wolf still locked a file bag with "Top Secret" printed on it into the safe...

  The captured prisoners had a lot of intelligence, and the experienced Wolf Head quickly interrogated what was needed. Patting a thick stack of materials in his hand, Can Lang thought for a moment and still called Can Lang to give him the interrogation materials.

  "You have a month to complete this task, after that you can go home. The old man wants to talk to you about something, here's your passport and gun license. Why don't you spend the New Year at home and come back afterwards?" Wolf Head handed over the mission briefing along with the passport and a blue gun license to Can Lang, then turned around and went back into his own office.

  Zan Lang didn't pay much attention, throwing his documents onto the bed and heading towards the conference room with a briefcase.

  In the conference room, everyone looked at the briefing in their hands with a difficult expression. Not because of anything else, but this time's task was too tough, and the target was a leader of a force backed by the United States. It wasn't just that, but the mission required completion within one month. Coincidentally, it was during this month that the US Navy SEALs and Green Berets were conducting joint training exercises. Although the total number of personnel in the two teams was less than 50 people, this was already three times the strength of Team VX!

  Everyone was silently thinking of a solution, after all, mercenaries and special forces have the same level of combat power, but in essence they are vastly different, every action must consider cost and casualty rate.

  After a long time, the large screen of the tactical simulation system played an animation. More than a dozen blue dots scattered and attacked the red dot's surroundings, leaving behind a trail of red every time. Slowly but surely, all forces began to unite and attack the red force. At this moment, a group of green dots suddenly appeared and eliminated most of the forces. It was also at this moment that the brightest red dot suddenly went out.

  The animation ended here, and everyone bowed their heads in contemplation of the feasibility. "Half a month later, a force in the East District will conduct a large-scale drug transaction, you see...?" The words of Can Lang stunned everyone...

  Apart from the VX squad, no one knows what decisions were made by the remnants of the wolf in the conference room. However, the forces surrounding the Golden Triangle are all on high alert. Within a week, at least five families' drug transactions have been robbed, with both money and goods taken. When the buyers' representatives arrived at the scene, they only found footprints of military boots and a few NATO bullet casings left behind. In this jungle of Southeast Asia, where forces are complex and intertwined, the weapons equipment is surprisingly similar. Unless there is a force with backing support for their weapons, everyone would choose to use Soviet or Chinese-made weapon systems, which are the most common types of weapons that have flowed out from the former Soviet Union and China. As for American-style military equipment...the answer seems self-evident.

  Another drug deal was busted, with over a ton of drugs and tens of millions of dollars in cash gone. The enraged seller vowed to take revenge, and after careful investigation at the scene, everyone finally found a bullet-less Beretta M92FS in the bushes, with the serial number on the gun being uniquely owned by the US Special Forces.

  The masters of various forces were enraged, and the three families that suffered the most also vowed to unite and avenge the "real culprit".

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  That night, Hu Hai handed over the intelligence he had gathered to the remaining wolves who were training in the underground shooting range. Others didn't know what was going on, but Hu Hai knew clearly that in less than 20 days, this team of 12 people had seized nearly two tons of drugs. The Golden Triangle is known for producing a lot of drugs, but now the world's police are cracking down hard, and only twenty or thirty tons of drugs can be harvested each year. This little ancestor was good, and he casually put away one-tenth of the Golden Triangle's annual output into his own pocket.

  Helpless shaking his head, Hu Hai sighed that he had grown old and shook his head back to his own villa.

  Looking at the ten black dots surrounding the bullseye on the electronic target paper, Lang Wolf threw away the handgun in his hand with satisfaction and picked up the intelligence file to head towards the conference room.

  That night, "Head, they're on fire. Finished." The monkey held up the binoculars to observe the battlefield a thousand meters away and reported back to the remaining wolves.

  "Received, continue observing, after the seals and berets come out we will take action, pay attention to concealment, over."

  Five minutes later, the sound of knocking finally appeared in everyone's headphones, and the Lone Wolf gave a decisive wave of his hand. The brothers familiarly pressed the double arrow formation and charged out!

  On the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed the arrival of a small team consisting of 12 people.

  In the stockade, a stout man was swaggering and gesticulating to his subordinates, seemingly excited by the chaotic battle scene in front of him. His thick, fleshy hands kept rubbing against the armrests of his throne-like chair, which creaked under his weight, completely unaware that a group of special forces had already climbed over the stockade and were hiding in the shadows, slowly closing in on him.

  Less than 20 meters away, the VX squad in the shadows still hadn't been discovered. Turning back to look at everyone, he saw his brother confidently nodding at him, and Can Lang and Dao Zi each took out a flashbang grenade that was rarely used in the Vietnamese jungle.

  Two flash-bang grenades exploded, producing a high-intensity light that blinded the gloating Fatso and others. The AK brothers, holding handguns, instantly rushed out, taking down anyone who got in their way. Old A pulled out a black hood, put it on the target's head, knocked him unconscious, and carried him back.

  At this time, the American soldiers who had noticed the intense flash of light earlier knew they had been ambushed. Unfortunately, the SEALs and Berets, who were only skilled in special warfare, apparently had no experience with the human wave tactics that had disappeared since World War II.

  A large number of local armed forces who did not know what death was, stormed the US military base, making their commanders anxious but unable to distinguish between pursuing VX special warfare teams. For the first time, the US Special Forces suffered a defeat in the Americas, and for the special soldiers, this war was the most humiliating memory.

  50 special forces, were finally chased by a group of Vietnamese local armed forces without even protective armor, and they had to hide in the mountains! After the event, an American sergeant who returned to the US with the remaining soldiers sighed regretfully upon learning the truth: "The Americans have once again lost to the Chinese people's wisdom in war."

  The remaining wolves led the team members to rush back to their base overnight, and also laid down a few anti-personnel mines on the way. Two days later, disguised as drug traffickers, the crowd pulled a donkey with the target person and returned to the base smoothly.

  After making a deal with Lang Tou Er, Can Lang held in his hand the 2 million Swiss bank note he had exchanged for something else and was momentarily stunned.

  Is this what life will be like in the future? Non-stop slaughter, non-stop exchanging others' lives for the increasing numbers in my bank account? It seems I really need to go back, this life is so tiring...

  After handing over the check, the exhausted wolf returned to his bedroom. The large room only had a bed and scattered weapon parts everywhere, shaking his head as he threw himself onto the bed.

  Can Lang opened the passport he had prepared for himself, and on the first page of the dark brown hardcover book, the black Song font "Ning Wei" appeared. Can Lang almost forgot this name, about eight years ago, haha...

  The lone wolf smiled bitterly and opened the gun license again, scanning the rare green seal at home. The lone wolf seemed to understand something. Then he put down the documents on the bed with a relieved expression. Since it's fate, let's take it one step at a time. Thinking too much can only make oneself more painful...

  The next day, Canine bid farewell to his brothers and boarded a direct flight from Yangon to Nanjing. Although the staff were initially startled by Canine's appearance with at least three handguns on him, they seemed to have an unspoken understanding and ignored the danger after he handed over his passport. He even managed to board the flight without showing his gun license...

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  Starting tomorrow, normal updates will resume. A man's two sacred missions are to protect his family and country, and to pamper his wife, so sorry about that everyone~~~ Hehe