Chapter 24 Helper
Going up to the second floor where the Earl was, everyone took their seats.
The second floor is still a hall, but this hall is much better than the first floor hall, at least it is a luxury in Afghanistan. It has air conditioning, TV, computer, flowers, murals, and the floor is covered with local pure wool handmade carpets.
"This is Earl, my good friend in the OP Special Team." Black Hawk introduced him to the team members.
The Earl put his hands together and saluted Zhao Ziyang and others in the Nepalese etiquette. This is the most basic etiquette for Nepalese people. In their country, even if they meet a stranger, they will habitually greet him with this Buddhist etiquette.
Zhao Ziyang and others followed the Earl's example and put their hands together in greeting.
"Count, this is the deputy leader Night Rose, and this is Pandora, Blade, Swart, Mandragora, Scytheman, Omo, and the special forces."
When Zhao Ziyang was introduced, the earl's eyes lit up and he asked Zhao Ziyang, "Are you Chinese?"
"Yes, I am Chinese." Zhao Ziyang nodded.
"Good, good!" The count nodded repeatedly, pointed at his own yellow skin, then pointed at Zhao Ziyang's yellow skin, and winked at Zhao Ziyang mischievously.
This wink was noticed by others, who couldn't help but feel a little amused, because the mischievous look on the Earl's face didn't match his fierce face at all, and it was indescribably funny.
“Hahaha…” Black Hawk laughed loudly and pointed at the Earl and said, “You are still the same as before. Stop talking nonsense. I have something to discuss with you this time.”
Before they had even exchanged a few pleasantries, Black Hawk went straight to the point and explained his future plans to the Earl.
"Damn it, I knew you were up to no good. You're still so impatient after not seeing me for more than ten years." The Earl cursed with a smile, then said with a serious face, "If you need weapons, I'll provide you with weapons. If you need money, I'll provide you with money. I'll provide you with as much as you need. I'm afraid not many of our team survived. We were once the closest brothers in life and death."
This sentence was said clearly and concisely, but Zhao Ziyang felt something different when he heard it: once the closest brothers in life and death... it seemed, it seemed that this help was to fill the gap in the friendship between the former comrades, and then...
"No, I want Gurkha mercenaries!" Black Hawk stared into the earl's eyes and said slowly: "Gurkha mercenaries are the best mercenaries in the world. I need your mercenaries to help me complete a mission. Of course, the commission will not be reduced by a penny."
After hearing what Black Hawk said, the Earl was silent for a moment, but still agreed readily.
"No problem!" The count turned his eyes away from Black Hawk's face, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After thinking for a while, he said to Black Hawk: "Old friend, I can accept your employment to complete any task, but I must remind you of one thing."
"Speak." Black Hawk smiled slightly, took out a lighter to light a cigarette for the count, and sat there quietly listening.
"Your mercenary group should change the way it operates, otherwise it will disappear from the mercenary world sooner or later. And you will be the first to die." The count took a big puff of his cigarette, his face full of sincerity.
Anyone could see that the Earl was trying to persuade Black Hawk.
"No!" Black Hawk said firmly, "We lurkers have our own beliefs and will never serve a powerful country!"
Not only Black Hawk had a determined look on his face, but Angel and the others all had determined looks on their faces, except Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang has always been very confused and puzzled by the belief of the Lurkers. They are mercenaries, not saviors. Mercenaries should do what mercenaries do, and serve whoever pays them. If they only serve third world countries, they will sooner or later suffer a devastating blow.
Every game has its own rules. The rules of the mercenary world are to serve for money. Once you have your own fighting belief, you will become a fixed camp. This fixed camp of pure military force will be hit first.
Every member of the Lurkers is outstanding in the mercenary world, but they can never fight against a country. It is a good thing for a mercenary group to gather spiritual beliefs, but some beliefs are a double-edged sword.
"Black Hawk, you have to understand that the powerful countries always have the final say in this world. I think you can change your mindset and try to get along with European and American countries. Maybe you can..."
"Shut up!" Black Hawk stood up from the sofa, pointed at the earl and shouted, "Have you forgotten the sixteen comrades who died? Have you forgotten how the government treated us? Where is your former military pride? No matter what, I will not bow to a powerful country, even if I die."
"Hahaha, boss, have a glass of water. Don't say you won't bow your head. I, the young gambling god of Las Vegas, will be the first one who won't bow my head. Sit, sit, don't get angry, hahaha..." Daofeng swiftly handed Black Hawk a glass of water to calm his anger.
The count's eyes showed mixed emotions. He pinched the cigarette butt into the ashtray and rubbed his cheeks hard.
"Let's talk about the mission." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Black Hawk, the count chose to avoid the topic.
From his eyes, it can be seen that the Earl is advising Black Hawk from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the life-and-death comradeship between the two of them, he would never have said such a thing.
"Huh..." Black Hawk took a deep breath, patted the Earl on the shoulder and said, "You and I have different pursuits. Your responsibility is to bring money to the Gurkhas and return to Nepal alive. I understand."
"Hehehe..." The Earl laughed dryly, nodded to ease his emotions and said, "Put the mission aside for now, let's have a good chat?"
"Talk about your sister?" Black Hawk blurted out.
"Hahahaha..." The two men looked at each other and laughed, then walked out arm in arm like young people.
The two men had time to reminisce about the past, and the other members of the mercenary group also relaxed temporarily. In order to conceal their presence, the Norwegian army needed some time to bypass Africa and enter Afghanistan, which gave the lurkers a chance to prepare.
Since Norway hired a large number of defender mercenaries, the Lurkers had to find a relatively reliable ally to help with the mission. Although they were all elites, they were too few in number, and the rest of the mercenary group was also on missions around the world, so they couldn't spare more manpower.
The purpose of finding the Earl this time was to let them directly contain the defender mercenaries, and then the lurkers would successfully complete the sniping of the Norwegian army.
In short, the Lurkers are in an awkward situation. The lack of personnel forces them to seek help from other mercenary groups in such missions. However, their threshold will not be lowered, which is the only criterion to ensure combat effectiveness.
However, in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, it seems a bit pedantic. Sometimes, there is still strength in numbers. This is what Chairman Mao said, which has strong tactical and truthful meaning. The essence of special operations is to defeat the enemy's superior forces with a small number of elite troops. However, when all the special forces come out, it becomes a confrontation between elite troops, and the number of people naturally has an absolute advantage.
A group of people were drinking and chatting with each other in the lobby on the first floor.
When the other mercenary groups of all sizes in the hall saw Zhao Ziyang and his group arrive, they chose to make room for them.
The strong in the mercenary world are respected, and those who do not respect them will not live long. There are no legal constraints between them, only some general rules that mercenaries need to abide by.
For example, when a group of mercenaries gather in a mercenary assembly area, if the two sides have hatred or grudges, they can resolve it on the spot. The prerequisite is that guns are not allowed to be used. As for using intercontinental missiles to leave this area, no one will care.
Besides encountering and fighting on the battlefield, mercenaries usually avoid each other in private and try not to have friction with each other.
Hatred is important, but money and life are more important.
In addition, mercenaries can use any conventional or unconventional weapons, but they will never touch weapons of mass destruction. Although these weapons can greatly increase their strength, when they get these weapons, it will be the day of their demise: various countries will not allow them to possess weapons of mass destruction.
"Angel." Zhao Ziyang squeezed next to Angel.
But when Angel saw him coming, she stood up and walked away to another place without giving him any face.
Zhao Ziyang, who had no idea how he had offended Angel, touched his head and followed her, looking like he was trying to pester her.
"Shh—" A loud whistle sounded, and no one knew which mercenary blew it at Angel.
There was no other way. Angel was too beautiful. She was the center of attention wherever she went. Many mercenaries had fought for Angel. Those who lost were very depressed, while those who won were bruised and battered by Angel.
This girl has very high standards, and most people simply look down on her.
"Go teach that uneducated guy a lesson!" Angel said to Zhao Ziyang, pointing in the direction where the whistle came from.
"Understood." Zhao Ziyang immediately walked towards the group of mercenaries like a thug, with a fierce look on his face.
Normally, he wouldn't be Angel's thug, but now he had another problem to discuss with Angel. When asking for help, one has to be more humble, because Angel is a woman who responds to soft words but not hard ones.
"Hey, come out here!" Zhao Ziyang pointed at a mercenary and shouted.
Someone is causing trouble again!
The mercenaries who were afraid of chaos in the world immediately started howling. Their favorite program was to watch fighting, which was a program that could relax them. Of course, if there were women, they would rather find relaxation after the explosion in women.
"I bet the special forces will win." Blade took out a handful of US dollars and said to Omo and the others.
"Tsk..." A group of mercenaries simultaneously raised .
Maybe they didn't trust Zhao Ziyang so much in the past, but now they can be sure that Zhao Ziyang will win without a doubt, even if another polar bear like Omo appears.
"Hey, guys, do you want to play a couple of rounds?" Blade stood up and raised the US dollars in his hand and shouted, "Let the skinny Chinese boy fight this guy who is as strong as an African lion. The Chinese boy will give 10 to 1, and the African lion will give 1 to 2. Anyone want to come?"
Apart from women, the mercenaries spent their time drinking and gambling. When they saw someone suddenly start a gambling game, their interest was immediately aroused.
Someone immediately threw money to place bets on a small wine table brought by Blade. Judging from the amount of the bets, Zhao Ziyang was obviously not favored. There were only a few scattered US dollars, and most of them were on the sturdy mercenaries who stood up after being provoked by Zhao Ziyang.
The mercenary was a black man, nearly two meters tall, a head taller than Zhao Ziyang, with explosive muscles all over his body, and he was obviously a mercenary known for his strength. In contrast, Zhao Ziyang looked extremely thin, of course this was relative.
Angel glanced at Zhao Ziyang, then walked out of the hall with a cold face, not knowing what she was angry about.
"Crack, crack..." The sound of bones popping came from the black mercenary, which once again made the mercenaries pessimistic about the thin Zhao Ziyang.
The cracking of bones proves that they have experienced various kinds of fighting, and both muscles and joints have been expanded to the maximum extent. In simple terms, such people are good at close combat.
"Daofeng, leave my share of the money for me!" Zhao Ziyang shouted to Daofeng when he saw Angel walking out, then ran out to chase after her.
"Hey, hey, hey, the gambling has begun!" Daofeng shouted anxiously at Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang didn't care about the gambling. He had to find out why Angel was angry. This German girl was a little abnormal. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
