Chapter 15: Ignorance
"Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang cursed loudly and punched the ground hard.
The outcome of this kind of thing is very clear without Angel having to say it. The two Taliban members will definitely edit the footage they filmed, then take it to the radio station and upload it to the Internet, using facts to accuse the U.S. military of crimes.
The civilian survivors of the massacre will be recruited by the Taliban, who will use the power of hatred to shape them into human bombs to carry out various acts of sabotage. Driven by this hatred, the surviving civilians will definitely accept the manipulation of the Taliban, because they have been blinded by hatred and are also unable to discern the real situation behind it.
"This is the Taliban's strategy. They use a series of similar incidents to accuse the United States internationally and at the same time recruit more members. Under the cohesion of common beliefs and common hatred, they grow stronger step by step and re-establish the Taliban regime." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang in a calm tone.
But these words were particularly harsh to Zhao Ziyang's ears. He did not think this was a good method. Using the lives of compatriots in exchange for their support was a betrayal in itself and could not last long. Such a thing was hard to accept.
While he found it hard to accept, he was very dissatisfied with Angel's attitude towards this matter.
"Angel, are you indifferent?" Zhao Ziyang questioned Angel. He wanted to see what he wanted from Angel's eyes.
All along, in his mind, Angel was the kind of person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and he didn't want to imagine Angel's heart of stone heartless, otherwise a woman would never be able to gain a foothold in the mercenary world.
"This is the law of nature." Angel said coldly to Zhao Ziyang, turning her head and staring into his eyes.
Staring at Angel's sapphire eyes, Zhao Ziyang suddenly felt angry, because he saw that Angel's eyes were full of indifference and ridicule.
"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang growled, his emotions inexplicably out of control.
Angel means angel . How could an angel be so cold?
"You are a person with rich emotions." Angel ignored Zhao Ziyang's anger, thought for a moment and then said: "Maybe I can say that you are a good person?"
Good guy? Bad guy? Is there still a concept of good guys and bad guys in this world?
After letting out a long breath, Zhao Ziyang moved his eyes away from Angel's perfect face and said to himself with complicated eyes: "Alright, stop laughing at me. Maybe I'm not suitable to be a mercenary. But I'm definitely not a good person. All I can do is be flesh and blood."
When Zhao Ziyang said this, he didn't see the bright flash of color in Angel's eyes. Maybe even if he saw it, he didn't know what the color in Angel's eyes meant.
"Yang, you're fine." Angel gave Zhao Ziyang a rare smile.
However, Zhao Ziyang had no time to appreciate this smile. He knew why Angel brought him here, and the upcoming mission would definitely be carried out in this form: sneak into Norway to hunt down Norwegian soldiers, film them with a camera and upload them to the Internet, so that the wave of opposition from the Norwegian people would force the Norwegian government to withdraw its troops.
But compared to what he saw, the sniping of the Norwegian soldiers did not seem to have much impact on him, because the other party was a soldier, but why did Angel let him watch such a scene? Did he need to further strengthen his psychological quality?
No, Zhao Ziyang knew that he didn't need to strengthen his psychological quality in this aspect. He knew what he was doing and why he was holding a gun. If necessary, he could also shoot civilians, because hatred had already wrapped him tightly. In a sense, he was also a terrorist.
The two returned to Grishk's base, and Zhao Ziyang fell into a deep sleep as soon as he got back. He now had to adjust his mood and erase the kindness in his heart, otherwise he would not be able to enter the battlefield.
"Hey, what's wrong with the special forces?" Daofeng saw Zhao Ziyang entering the house alone, and looked up and asked Angel.
"Oh, the special forces need adjustments." Angel said to Blade with a relaxed look.
Blade shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to continue playing his poker. He knew that special forces soldiers needed to adjust, and sleeping was a good choice.
"New recruit!" Swart spat out two words coldly, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Hehehe, Swart, didn't you come from a recruit?" Daofeng was unhappy when he heard this and spoke for Zhao Ziyang.
"You want to fight?" Swart dropped the gun and stared at the blade.
With a "swish", a playing card flew out of Blade's hand and slashed towards Swart's face.
"Duh!" The rotating playing cards were nailed to the door panel behind Swart, and the paper surface of the cards shook violently.
A shallow wound appeared on Swart's face, and blood oozed out.
"Swart, we are teammates now. Even if you have a big opinion about the special forces, it's best to keep it to yourself. I'm not helping the special forces, but I can't stand your bullying of the newcomers." Blade said to Swart while holding another poker card.
There was a hint of amusement on his face, as well as a hint of pleasure of revenge.
When he was a rookie in the Lurker, he was often bullied by Swat, so he couldn't stand Swat bullying newcomers.
Swart reached out and wiped the blood off his cheek, then licked it gently with his tongue, murderous intent in his eyes.
The situation between the two of them suddenly became tense and on the verge of a fight!
Pandora, Mandala, Flashpoint, Omo, and Scytheman in the room did not persuade them, but moved a small stool and sat beside them to watch with great interest. They were originally a group of heartless lunatics, and if they did not watch the fight, they would be wasting their lives.
If Black Hawk was there, the two would definitely not fight, and if Angel said a word, the two would not fight. But Angel didn't say anything at all, as if she acquiesced to the fight between the two before the battle.
Swart held the sharp saber in his hand and looked at Blade, who was randomly placing the playing cards on various parts of his body, with a cautious look on his face. He knew that Blade's close combat ability might not be very strong, but the opponent was more skilled in calculation than anyone else. Those who could become the God of Gamblers all had genius brains .
With a creaky sound, the shabby wooden door was opened, and Zhao Ziyang, who was not asleep at all, walked out and slowly stood between the blade and Swart.
"What a spoilsport!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang coming out, the excited Mandragora knew that there was no fun to watch anymore and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang and continued to walk to the corner to fiddle with her gun.
Flashpoint and Scytheman continued to watch with great interest, wanting to see what would happen to Tusheng later; as for Omo, he crossed his arms and said nothing, looking at Zhao Ziyang with anticipation, wanting to see Zhao Ziyang also blow Swart's balls.
"Daofeng, it's time for you to practice horse stance." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Daofeng and pointed to an empty space in the house.
"..." Blade rolled his eyes, walked over obediently and started squatting, practicing Chinese Kung Fu.
"Angel, this is my business." Zhao Ziyang said to Angel with a smile, and without waiting for Angel's response, he turned around and faced Swart.
The moment he faced Swart, his face turned extremely cold and his eyes were filled with unparalleled arrogance.
"Swart, human patience is limited. I am a newcomer, but we are comrades now." Zhao Ziyang paused, pointed at Swart and said loudly: "I used to be the most elite special forces soldier in China. I am very ignorant. I have never heard of the Los Angeles Counter-Terrorism Task Force. I only remember fighting three deltas on the China-Myanmar border alone."
Swart was stunned for a moment, looked at the sarcastic smile on Zhao Ziyang's lips, and slowly walked away from him.
"Complete victory." Zhao Ziyang stopped walking into his bedroom, uttered two words, and then slammed the door shut.
No one knew about the battles Zhao Ziyang had experienced in the past, and he never talked about it. Although this was a qualification for entering the mercenary world, the confidentiality regulations were still firmly engraved in his heart. The most important point was that whenever he thought of the battles in the past, he would think of his comrades. At that time, they shared life and death and found joy in suffering. But now he was the only one left alive.
Swart was obviously irritated by Zhao Ziyang's words. Was he uninformed? No, he was definitely not uninformed. It was just that the other party simply looked down on the unit he came from. There was no need to compare which one was better, the Delta or the Los Angeles Counter-Terrorism Task Force.
With a "crash", Swart smashed the table next to him into pieces and walked straight to his room.
"Brother, you shouldn't be like this..." Omo tried to persuade Swart, but it obviously had no effect.
The mercenaries did not laugh and still looked as if nothing had happened, but in their hearts they looked up to Zhao Ziyang again.
Small mercenary groups don't care about their members. No matter if you are a gangster, a drug dealer, or a civilian, as long as you are in good physical condition, you can receive a series of simple training and go to the battlefield to make money. But the Lurkers are different. They only recruit the elite of the elite and do not accept non-special forces. Not only Lurkers, but all the members of all powerful mercenary groups are special forces from various countries. They have experience and foundation, which shortens the integration process, and can go on missions at any time and complete them successfully.
In this case, mercenaries need their own proof, including the battles they have experienced, and this is their capital. Mercenaries from the world's top special forces receive higher treatment, and no one is stupid enough to start as a rookie.
But Zhao Ziyang started out as a rookie and never mentioned his former unit or battles. He didn't need capital, he always thought he was the best, no matter where he went.
"Okay, everyone, take a break and wait for the captain to make a detailed plan." Angel clapped her hands and said to the mercenaries, then winked at Mandala.
Mandala understood with a smile on his face, pushed open Swart's door and walked in.
Before the war, everyone needed adequate rest and relaxation, not pointless bickering. Swart needed to calm down, and so did the special forces. But the special forces had already chosen the best way: sleep. And Angel knew she didn't need to say anything more to the special forces, as the Chinese knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
