Chapter 22 Mercenary Paradise
There is a fundamental difference between defenders and lurkers. Their numbers are much greater than those of lurkers. The death or injury of a dozen people will not cause any damage, but for the lurkers, losing any one of them will be a huge loss. They are the elite among the elites.
The reason is that the defenders mainly serve powerful countries, and various tasks require more manpower, so they recruit retired special forces from all over the world with generous salaries. But the real core force is not much, and it is basically the same as the lurkers.
Simply put, the Defenders are a high-speed war money-making machine, while the Lurkers are a streamlined mercenary team built for excellence.
The mercenaries who stayed behind in the base took Flashpoint back for treatment, and Black Hawk and other personnel immediately rushed to Afghanistan to continue the mission.
The biggest guarantee for mercenaries to survive is reputation. Mercenaries with good reputation will be hired by others, and they can make money if they are hired, and they can grow and develop if they make money. Therefore, mercenaries will never trample on the reputation on which they survive. It can be said that they are the most honest businessmen in the world.
Collect money and fight a war, no one owes anyone anything.
"Who is the Fox Hunter?" On the plane to Dubai, Zhao Ziyang took the opportunity to ask Angel.
He felt that the person who could escape from Angel must be a powerful character. Knowing more about the fox hunter would only do good and no harm, as he never knew when he would run into him.
"You can ask your lover who she is." Angel said this coldly to Zhao Ziyang.
"What little lover?" Zhao Ziyang was a little confused by this sentence.
"Spirit Fox." Blade at the side began to gossip with Zhao Ziyang with great interest, spitting: "I knew that Spirit Fox must have had selfish motives when she rescued you. Tsk tsk, it's only after Deputy Captain Yemeigui said that that I realized that you two were having an affair. Where's your little lover, hahahaha..."
With a "pa" sound, Zhao Ziyang slapped Dao Feng on the head and scolded him with a smile: "Get lost, if you keep talking nonsense I will tell Linghu and you will be in trouble."
“Ouch…” Blade stretched his neck and let out a strange cry, pinching his nose and yelling at Omo and Scytheman: “Hmph, if you say that again, I’ll tell Spirit Fox, and you’ll be in trouble. Hmph… You’re really my little lover, hahahaha…”
Zhao Ziyang was too lazy to pay attention to them. Just when he was about to continue asking Angel questions about the fox hunter, he found that Angel walked away from him with a cold face and sat down with Swart.
"Don't worry, special forces soldier. I won't compete with you. I only like Russian girls with big butts and big breasts!" Omo patted his chest and assured Zhao Ziyang like a good brother.
"I won't compete with you for it." The sickle-wielder said with certainty: "The fox likes mice, and I like cats."
"Depend on!"
Zhao Ziyang fiercely raised his middle finger to the two guys, stood up and walked towards Angel, but as soon as he walked over, he met Swart's unfriendly gaze.
After the battle, Zhao Ziyang was instantly integrated into the team, especially Omo, who seemed to have forgotten how Zhao Ziyang had hit his balls, and became very close to him. The team leader, the sickleman, and Pandora all seemed to look at this guy differently.
He just used the minefield to shoot down a helicopter, that's all. It was Swart's credit that determined the victory of the battle.
So Swart was very unconvinced, and because he was unconvinced, he hated Zhao Ziyang very much. But he didn't express it in words now, because Zhao Ziyang was different from before. Killing a Tiger helicopter single-handedly was one thing, but the most important thing was that he seemed harmless but killed prisoners without blinking an eye.
It is harmless to humans and animals, but it has too much murderous aura and is extremely dangerous.
However, Zhao Ziyang, who had walked over, walked back again. Angel ignored him, and Swart gave him a very unfriendly look, making him feel like he was asking for trouble.
The group got off the plane in Dubai, crossed the Gulf of Oman, and entered Grisham, Afghanistan from Iran. However, after entering Grisham, they could clearly feel that the atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense.
There were few pedestrians on the street, no business was seen, and the streets were filled with fully armed American soldiers. These American soldiers set up checkpoints one after another, and imposed a curfew, exercising strict military control over the entire Grishk.
Zhao Ziyang and others sat in two convertible Hummers, parked behind the long line of people being inspected.
"Can you get away with it?" Zhao Ziyang, who was driving, turned his head and asked Daofeng.
However, as soon as he asked this question, Zhao Ziyang knew that he was an idiot, because Dao Feng looked at him with an idiotic look.
"Oh, actually I just wanted to say that this Hummer is really nice."
"Special Forces, you are lying with your eyes open. This car is too inferior." The sickle man curled his lips and pointed at Pandora and said, "Pandora's modified car is in short supply."
Zhao Ziyang looked at Pandora with half belief and half doubt, just in time Pandora turned around and gave him a sunny smile.
"Special Forces, if you pay me back, I can modify a car for you for free." Pandora was very generous, so generous that Zhao Ziyang swallowed hard.
He dared not use any other things from Pandora anymore. Just using the gun he modified was destined to be exploited by her layer by layer in the future.
Two American soldiers saw Zhao Ziyang and his two Hummers and waved to let them come over first.
The faces of all the people around were local Afghans, except for Zhao Ziyang and his group, who were made up of people of different skin types. They were all wearing desert combat uniforms, and they were all burly and strong, driving expensive Hummers, and they looked like international mercenaries.
Black Hawk jumped out of the car, waved to the team members behind him to follow, and strode towards the checkpoint.
"Hey, the weather is great today." Black Hawk greeted the American soldiers with a smile on his face, took out two Cuban cigars and handed them to the soldiers, saying, "Want one? Authentic Cuban handmade cigars."
The American soldier refused Black Hawk's cigar and asked with a smile, "Which mercenary group are you from?"
Mercenaries were also divided into different levels, and the US soldiers were very polite to the well-equipped mercenary organizations. They often dealt with these international mercenaries, not to mention that many of the mercenaries were their comrades.
After retiring, many of these American soldiers will choose to join mercenaries to make money, because the treatment after retirement is not very good and too many people do not get what they want.
"Foreign Legion." Black Hawk took out his officer ID from his pocket, pointed at the team members behind him and said, "They are all my people. You have to clear out the Taliban forces in the south. My old buddy Colonel William asked me to bring people here to make money, hahahaha..."
The American soldier took a look at Black Hawk's officer ID, glanced at Zhao Ziyang and the others, nodded and said jokingly: "Colonel William? Hahaha, that's the pride of our Marine Corps. By the way, your base is in the northwest corner. I envy you for making so much money."
"Man, it's mainly because our American government is rich." Blade came up and said, "When I make enough money, I'll go back to Mississippi and open a small bar and play rock music."
"Mississippi? The hometown of Elvis." The American soldier smiled even more brightly, patted Blade on the shoulder and said, "Elvis is the best. I am his most loyal fan."
"Shh—" Blade blew a long whistle, danced, and sang: "Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go..."
"You have made my life complete, And I love you so…"
"Hahaha, guys, good luck to you!" The American soldier patted Blade on the shoulder, wishing them well, and returned the officer's ID to Black Hawk and said, "Colonel Phillips, you may have to wait a while."
"Okay, no problem." Black Hawk nodded.
The American soldier immediately made a phone call and contacted Colonel William at Black Hawk's mouth to confirm Black Hawk's identity.
Black Hawk lit up his cigar, looking relaxed and at ease.
After waiting for a while, the soldier handed the satellite phone to Black Hawk and signaled Black Hawk to answer the call.
Black Hawk took the phone with a smile on his face, and reminisced about the past with Colonel William on the other end of the phone, which made the two American soldiers believe it without a doubt.
"Angel, the captain is very powerful ." Zhao Ziyang whispered to Angel.
"The leader used to be a member of the OP action team. He has a wide range of friends and his abilities are far greater than you see." Angel explained to Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.
Zhao Ziyang nodded, and he understood. Black Hawk, who was able to form such a mercenary group, must have his own strengths, which were definitely not comparable to other members.
"Colonel Phillips, welcome." After , the American soldier waved his hand to signal to make way for Black Hawk, Zhao Ziyang and others to pass.
"Thank you." Black Hawk nodded, smiled, threw the cigar to the two soldiers and said, "Authentic ancient goods."
The two soldiers then gladly accepted the small gift and waved goodbye to the two Humvees that entered Grisham.
After successfully passing the US military checkpoint, the two Hummers drove straight west.
Afghanistan, a country with a lot of trouble, has no shortage of mercenaries, and the inspection of mercenaries is the most lax. They are not subject to weapons control restrictions because these mercenaries usually help the US military fight. As long as you show the sign of a big mercenary, usually no one will stop you.
The local residents are subject to the strictest checks, as no one knows whether Taliban terrorists will sneak in among them.
"This is a paradise for mercenaries!" Zhao Ziyang exclaimed when he saw that there were more mercenaries on the street than American soldiers.
"Yes, this is a mercenary paradise." Blade shrugged and added: "This is also a mercenary hell."
It is quite good that one third of the 10,000 mercenaries who entered Afghanistan survived. Most of them became cannon fodder on the front lines of the US coalition forces with high commissions. This is the most chaotic place in the world, where the most people died. Those who survived here are heroes.
