Chapter 4 Lurker Mercenary (1)
Ten days later.
Captain...Mengzi...Lao Xu...Datou!
"Roar!..." Zhao Ziyang roared and opened his eyes with all his strength.
His forehead was covered with sweat, and the scene of Lop Nur flashed clearly in his mind again: the top-secret mission, the tragic death of his comrades...
"Huff, huff..." Zhao Ziyang gasped heavily, trying to calm himself down, only to find that he was tied tightly to the bed.
The room was the same one I woke up in last time, full of white and cold instruments. Was it a ward? A laboratory?
"Awake? How do you feel?" A fox spirit with smooth golden hair came over and looked at Zhao Ziyang who had just woken up with a smile.
Zhao Ziyang didn't say anything, but stared at the fox with cold eyes.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and Zhao Ziyang struggled slightly, using body language to remind Linghu.
"Oh, sorry, I'll untie you." The fox playfully stuck out her tongue and untied Zhao Ziyang while saying to him, "Little white mouse, oh no, you can't smash my lab again. I made all these instruments myself, and you can't buy them even if you have money."
Zhao Ziyang, who was freed, jumped off the bed and gently stretched his arms to adapt, to conceal his thoughts at the moment. He didn't know who these people were, but he knew how scary the woman in front of him was. He became more and more alert, breathing carefully, for fear of smelling something strange from this woman again.
However, Linghu didn't seem to care about Zhao Ziyang's actions and expressions. She looked at Zhao Ziyang with a smile on her face and seemed to be very interested in him.
"What's your name?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang.
"My name is..." Zhao Ziyang paused for a moment, alert in his heart, and then stared into the other party's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Special Forces!"
"Special forces soldier?" Linghu pouted and said to Zhao Ziyang in a cute way, "My name is Linghu. I'm not good at fighting. I hold a double doctorate in biochemistry and geology from Oxford University. By the way, I can act as a military doctor."
Zhao Ziyang nodded and looked around carefully. He knew that his life was not in danger for the time being. If the other party wanted to kill him, they would definitely not go to the trouble of waking him up.
"You saved me?" Zhao Ziyang asked, his eyes fixed on Linghu's beautiful face.
"Yes, we saved you." Linghu said to him with a smile: "We were just about to snipe our old rival, and then we saved you."
There was a barely perceptible hint of doubt in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, and he wondered what was behind this incident. He didn't believe that such a coincidence could happen.
"Who ambushed us?" Zhao Ziyang then asked Linghu.
Linghu casually threw him an armband.
Zhao Ziyang took the armband and recognized the symbol on it at a glance. It was the symbol he saw on the enemy: an inverted V inlaid in a diamond.
Zhao Ziyang held the armband and looked at it for a while, then saw the eagle head logo on the spirit fox, and then nodded, and the hostility in his heart dissipated a little. But the dissipation of hostility did not reduce his vigilance, on the contrary, it became greater. He did not think that such a mercenary would be kind enough to save him, and must have his own purpose.
"Hehe." The fox spirit showed a lovely smile, pointed in a direction and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You can take a good bath there, change clothes, and then have a nice meal of caviar and bread, which are specialties of the Gold Coast. Then I will take you to meet our leader."
"Yeah." Zhao Ziyang interrupted his thoughts and strode towards the direction of the fox's finger.
Looking at Zhao Ziyang who was taking a shower, the fox pouted and muttered angrily: "Am I not good-looking? Humph, you actually look at me with such cold eyes! Orientals are really weird, don't they like charming blondes?"
Zhao Ziyang went in to take a shower and let the hot water wash over his body. He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to smile, and said to himself: Zhao Ziyang, you have to live no matter what, you must live ! Only by living can there be hope, the hope of revenge.
After taking a shower, Zhao Ziyang put on a camouflage uniform, followed Linghu out, and came to a spacious hall.
The hall was very spacious, measuring about a thousand square meters. Several large chandeliers were hung nearly twenty meters above the ground, and the walls decorated in European style gave off a soft glow. In addition, there were floor lamps under the floor, which illuminated the hall brilliantly.
In the center was a pond with a rockery, which looked like the lobby of a luxury hotel. However, no one went fishing in the hotel pond, but a big man dressed in cowboy clothes was squatting on the edge of the pond, fishing with a fishing rod.
Looking up and around, Zhao Ziyang saw that several people in the hall were busy with their own things and there was no movement due to his appearance.
"Did you see that woman?" Linghu pointed at a person wearing combat uniform and fiddling with a gun and introduced her to Zhao Ziyang, "Pandora is a killing machine from the American women's special forces. She was once the chief firearms consultant of Remington Corporation and the director of Northrop Grumman's cutting-edge laboratory. But now she is our firearms modification engineer."
Zhao Ziyang's attention was attracted. He walked towards Pandora and watched her quietly pack up the gun barrel in her hand.
"The 7.62X54R carbon-16 titanium steel pulse barrel pursues its excellent lethality to the greatest extent, and the barrel is cut with a pure hand-made single-point hook to increase accuracy. Then the barrel is squeezed with a tungsten carbide tipless bullet-shaped top cone, which slightly increases its inner diameter, increases the metal density on the inner wall surface of the barrel, and increases the hardness, which multiplies the life of the barrel. The rifling is set at a 1:7 twist ratio and a 5.72 twist rate to stabilize the bullet to the greatest extent, but the rate of fire will be reduced. But it doesn't matter, the rate of fire can be increased by modifying the needle and trigger." Pandora squinted her eyes and took a close look at the rifling of the barrel in her hand, and then assembled an M-4A1 deftly.
"This is for you." Pandora raised her head, gave Zhao Ziyang a sunny look, and threw the modified rifle to Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang reached out to take the rifle, his eyes fell on Pandora's neck. He saw a hideous red line on the other's throat, which was caused by the throat being cut by a saber.
"Does it look good?" Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang again, reached out and touched the wound on her neck and said, "I think this is my most beautiful decoration."
Suddenly, a chill rose from the soles of Zhao Ziyang's feet. He felt that this Pandora was not the sunny and bright girl on the surface, but a woman with a cold heart. Although the other person's eyes were smiling, there was an undispellable loneliness deep in the smile.
"Thank you." Zhao Ziyang raised the gun in his hand, gave Pandora a friendly smile, and said to her sincerely: "I think you should stand under the sun. This place is not suitable for you."
"Thank you." Pandora smiled at Zhao Ziyang, stood up and walked out of the hall.
Looking at Pandora's back, Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu, "What is she going to do? Sunbathe?"
"No." Linghu's eyes showed a complicated expression, and she whispered to Zhao Ziyang: "You provoked her, and she wants to kill someone."
Zhao Ziyang was stunned, but before he could figure it out, he was grabbed by the fox spirit and continued to move forward.
"Chinese?" The big man in jeans who was squatting in the pond fishing squinted his eyes and snorted with disdain.
Zhao Ziyang ignored the other party's disdain. He saw the tattoo of the American flag on the other party's arm.
This was an American, and a patriotic American at that, just unfriendly.
"This is Swart, a former member of the Los Angeles Counter-Terrorism Task Force. He was on vacation in the U.S. Federal Prison before coming here." Linghu said to Zhao Ziyang, pulling him forward and reminding him, "Actually, Swart is a good American, but he always likes to spy on people's thoughts and publish them to the world. He is a bit naughty."
Watching the fox spirit pulling Zhao Ziyang away from him as if he was avoiding the plague, Swart turned his disdainful eyes away from Zhao Ziyang and snorted, "Chinese? All kinds of monsters can get in."
A girl with fiery red hair, she did not show the same disdainful look as Swart, but looked at Zhao Ziyang with interest.
"Handsome guy, I'm so glad to see you. I thought we could have a candlelight dinner together, and then sit on the roof and count the stars and chat. What do you think of this idea?" The girl was playing with a knife as thin as a cicada's wing in her hand. The knife turned flexibly between her fingers, emitting bursts of cold light.
"Mandora, this is my man!" The fox glared at the red-haired girl and warned her.
"Linghu, why are you so excited? Don't worry, I won't touch your treasure." Mandala smiled at Linghu, turned his wrist, held the knife with two slender fingers and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Handsome boy, I'll wait for you."
Zhao Ziyang stared at the knife in the other person's hand, and his heart trembled. If he was not mistaken, the knife in the other person's hand should be made according to the ancient punishment of slow slicing, with a blade of three inches and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, which can cut flesh without bleeding.
"Mandora, her hobby is..."
"Punishment." Zhao Ziyang said, looking at Mandragora with eyes full of deep vigilance.
Women who practice lingchi are not only crazy, but also perverted.
"Fuck!" In a far corner, Omo stood up and stretched out his right middle finger towards Zhao Ziyang, making an extremely insulting gesture.
"Hmph!" Zhao Ziyang snorted coldly and looked away.
Insults against oneself must always be retaliated, but not now.
"How is your recovery?" A middle-aged European man came over and asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.
Zhao Ziyang nodded, his eyes falling on the half-weathered face of this European man: his right face was full of pits and bumps, which were left by a shotgun shot.
"This is the regiment commander Black Hawk." Linghu introduced him to Zhao Ziyang, and then pointed at Zhao Ziyang and said to Black Hawk: "Special Forces soldier."
"Hello." Black Hawk extended his right hand towards Zhao Ziyang in a friendly manner.
"Hello." Zhao Ziyang held Black Hawk's hand and felt the calluses on his palm.
Obviously, this is a result of holding a gun frequently, and doing so day after day for decades.
"You guys chat, I have something else to do, hehe..." Linghu smiled at the two of them, turned and walked towards his laboratory.
"What would you like to drink?" Black Hawk pointed at the drinks on the table in front and invited Zhao Ziyang.
"Thank you, but no thanks." Zhao Ziyang refused.
"Hahaha, it's not a good sign for a man not to drink. But your English is pretty good, very American."
"It's a compulsory course in the army." Zhao Ziyang said simply, and walked to the table and sat down with Black Hawk.
He waited for the other party to bring up the topic. In this situation, he should not be too anxious. The more anxious he was, the easier it would be for the other party to control his thoughts. None of these people were good people. They were all bloodthirsty guys.
