Chapter 23: The Strong are Respected
The two Hummers drove straight to a mercenary base in the west, but this base was not a foreign legion base, but a temporary base for many small mercenary groups.
The base is a large abandoned factory with a spacious courtyard, where the scorched earth traces left by the bomb can be clearly seen.
"This is a gathering place for some small mercenaries. Most of them are a mob, but there are also powerful ones among them, they are just relatively low-key." Black Hawk said as he led Zhao Ziyang and others into the base.
The base is a self-controlled area, and the US military does not participate in any activities to maintain order. In fact, they are incapable of maintaining order among these desperate criminals. It is better to let them maintain order among themselves using some rules of the mercenary world.
They would not interfere in any fights between mercenary groups, but one thing was forbidden: they were not allowed to use guns in fights, otherwise they would be expelled by the army.
Everyone knows what the US military's expulsion means, so the mercenaries abide by this rule and only this rule.
With a "creaky" sound, the door of the hall in the middle of the base was pushed open by Black Hawk, and a group of people followed Black Hawk in.
At this time, there were many mercenaries sitting scattered around the hall. Some were drinking, some were arm wrestling, some were gambling, and a few mercenaries were flirting with ladies they had found from nowhere.
Seeing Black Hawk and others coming in, the mercenaries stopped their entertainment, turned their eyes and stared at this group of powerful-looking strangers.
Black Hawk looked around and didn't find the person he was looking for, so he walked straight to the makeshift bar in the center of the hall.
"Clang, clang, clang..." The brand new combat boots made crisp sounds on the smooth ground. Black Hawk sat at the bar as if no one was around. He took out a stack of US dollars and threw it on the table, saying, "Find the Earl."
The Westerner behind the bar, who was either a mercenary or a bartender, put his hand on the money, smiled at Black Hawk and said, "Okay, we have a lot of earls here, I'll find them all for you."
With a "click", Black Hawk stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed the bartender's wrist, then bent his wrist with a little force.
The bartender showed a painful expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound and held it in.
"Don't be so slick with me, kid. I'm looking for the Earl." Black Hawk smiled and continued to say to the bartender: "This money is not a tip for you. I just feel uncomfortable keeping it in my pocket."
"You, you..." The bartender's face was as red as pig blood . Black Hawk held his wrist and he couldn't exert any strength.
Black Hawk picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then smashed it hard on the bartender's head.
With a "bang", the bottle hit the bartender's head and knocked him to the ground.
All the mercenaries around stood up at once, glaring at Black Hawk who had attacked people indiscriminately.
"Damn it, where did this bastard come from!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Twist his arms and legs off and throw him into the pigsty. Damn it, don't you see where you are?"
“…”
The mercenaries cursed, they would not allow outsiders to ignore them. The best way to deal with provocation is to kill him.
"Captain, do you have this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang stared at the arrogant Black Hawk with eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.
In his impression, Black Hawk is an extremely stable leader with a strong sense of the overall situation, and he definitely would not like to stir up trouble like other people.
"Special Forces, you don't know, do you?" Blade licked his lips, and said passionately, "The commander has never been a troublemaker, but when he does, he's not a human being."
The other members of the Lurkers were all rubbing their hands in anticipation, their eyes showing great excitement. This kind of fight was their favorite, especially when they could defeat the enemy with a small number of people.
"Want to fight? I'm at your service!" Black Hawk raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached out to take off his coat, revealing a body of muscular body.
This sentence undoubtedly made everything clear; they were here to cause trouble.
"Go!" A black mercenary who was over two meters tall roared and rushed straight towards Black Hawk.
Behind him followed five or six sturdy mercenaries with fierce eyes. They had the same tattoos and were from the same mercenary group.
The scene became more violent as the mercenary group fought, and a thick smell of gunpowder filled the air. Other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and his men, ready to start a group fight.
"Hah!" The black mercenary who attacked Black Hawk shouted loudly, and relying on his tall stature and strong steed, he kicked towards Black Hawk.
Black Hawk frowned and rushed towards the black mercenary's body like lightning. He stretched out his right hand to hook the other's neck and slammed heavily onto the sturdy bar counter.
With a loud bang, the bar counter made an exploding sound, and was smashed by the black man's head. The black mercenary fell to the ground with a bang, lying there motionless. A pool of blood flowed from his face, gradually soaking his entire body in blood.
With a "pa" sound, Black Hawk lightly kicked the black man, causing his body to lie on his back from a prone position.
Two sharp wooden spikes pierced deeply into the black man's eyes, crushing his eyeballs and leaving two black and red bloody holes.
"FUCK!" Another mercenary saw the tragic death of his companion and launched a crazy attack on Black Hawk.
But before he could rush to Black Hawk, a big furry hand grabbed his neck from behind.
"Baby, your screams are so sexy, hahahaha..." Omo's laughter was heard. He pinched the mercenary's hand and began to exert force, tightening the other's neck little by little.
"Crack, crack..." The chilling sound of the throat bones breaking was heard, and Omo's five fingers dug into the mercenary's neck until they were completely inserted.
Blood flowed down Omo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with bulging eyes stretched out his hands and grabbed in the air.
"Break..." The sound of tendons being broken by being pulled so hard was heard. The mercenary's throat was torn apart by Omo's fingers, and a large piece of flesh was missing in front of his neck.
The mercenary fell miserably to the ground, his hands covering his throat, his legs kicking weakly, and he died with his eyes wide open.
The hall was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.
The mercenaries who were preparing to besiege the lurker saw this scene and immediately retreated, abandoning the attack that was about to begin.
The two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but they did not survive a single move at the hands of this group of strange mercenaries. This was enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially since there were three women among this group of strange mercenaries.
"Very good." Black Hawk nodded and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him, "Don't show up in front of me."
Several mercenaries silently carried their two companions on their shoulders, with resentment in their eyes, and walked out without looking back.
In the mercenary world, the strong are respected, and it’s either you die or I die.
Pandora watched the mercenaries walk out, smoothed her hair and followed behind them.
Not long after, she came back covered in blood and smiled at Zhao Ziyang. Her smile was particularly bright and lively, and even carried a hint of shyness.
Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had killed all those mercenaries, and this was something that had to be done. If you don't remove the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze. If you want to kill them, you can't leave any troubles behind.
“Don’t worry, everyone.” Black Hawk avoided the blood under his feet and raised his head to say to the mercenaries around him: “The Devouring Beast Mercenary Group once sniped us on the battlefield. This is a private grudge.”
Hearing this, the other mercenaries felt relieved. Since it was a personal grudge, there was nothing to say. When mercenaries settled their grudges privately, some people would die. However, the Devouring Beast Mercenary Group seemed to have hit a wall.
The mercenaries returned to their seats and sat down, but their eyes were still fixed on Black Hawk and his group, trying to guess which mercenary group they belonged to.
“Pa pa pa…” A solitary round of applause sounded, and then a voice came over: “Captain Black Hawk, you’re making quite a commotion in my place.”
A middle-aged mercenary with yellow skin came down, his face showing an undisguised brutality. He was a Gurkha mercenary, only about 175cm tall, and in both body shape and appearance, he looked like a Chinese, but more like an Indian.
The most famous mercenaries in Nepal are the Gurkha mercenaries. They are the strongest warriors, good at using Nepalese knives, short in stature, and extremely fierce. For two centuries, most young Gurkha men have chosen to go out as mercenaries. They have a lifelong creed: it is better to die than to live a cowardly life.
Fighting for money all over the world, the Gurkha mercenaries have become famous and have become one of the largest mercenary organizations in the world. Their loyal nature and bravery that terrifies the enemy make them the choice of employers.
There are only heroes who die in battle, not cowards who live in disgrace. Gurkha mercenaries regard dying on the battlefield as the greatest honor. It is this honor that makes them the best mercenaries.
Black Hawk held his head high and waited quietly for the Gurkha mercenary to come down, a flame of fighting flashing on his face that was full of the baptism of war.
The Gurkha mercenary walked up to Black Hawk, staring at him with a pair of fierce eyes, revealing a murderous intent.
Zhao Ziyang and others behind him stared at the mercenary and prepared to attack.
With a "pop", Black Hawk and the Gurkha mercenary suddenly hugged each other tightly, and happy smiles of meeting each other appeared on their faces at the same time.
"Hahaha, Black Hawk, why are you so fat now? Are the girls in Washington so hot that you can't move?"
"Hey, Count, I still like your sister more, but you always hide your sister, hahahaha..."
“Hahahaha…old buddy!”
The two laughed loudly and hugged each other tightly again.
These are a pair of old comrades-in-arms, and there are tears of manliness in each other's eyes.
The two men let go, punched each other's strong chests hard, and their two rough big hands slapped together heavily.
"I'm happy today, drink as much as you want, all expenses will be on me." The Earl waved to the mercenaries in the hall, patted Black Hawk on the shoulder and said, "Let's go upstairs."
Zhao Ziyang and his group followed behind and walked towards the second floor. The mercenaries in the hall cheered and drank happily.
It was obvious that the Earl had the most power here and controlled the order here. Gurkha mercenaries were honored guests wherever they went, especially among small mercenary groups.
In the corner of the hall, a young mercenary wearing a cowboy hat covering his face stared at the disappearing Black Hawk and others, then stood up and walked out. He was the only one who hadn't moved, motionless.
