"Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang cursed heavily, stretched out his fist and hit the ground hard.

Angel doesn’t need to explain the outcome of this matter. The two Taliban members will inevitably edit the footage, take it to the radio station, upload it online, and use the facts to accuse the US military of its crimes.

The civilian survivors who were massacred will be absorbed by the Taliban, and the power of hatred will be used to shape them into personal bombs to carry out various sabotage operations. Driven by this hatred, the surviving civilians will definitely accept the mercy of the Taliban, because

They have been blinded by hatred, and they are also unable to discern what is really going on.

"This is the Taliban's strategy. They accuse the United States internationally through a series of similar incidents, and at the same time recruit more members. Under the cohesion of common beliefs and common hatred, they develop and grow step by step and re-establish the Taliban regime.

"An Qier said to Zhao Ziyang in a calm tone.

But these words were particularly harsh in Zhao Ziyang's ears. He didn't think this was a good method. To exchange the lives of compatriots for the support of compatriots was a betrayal in itself, and it would definitely not last long. It was hard to accept such a thing.

While it was difficult to accept it, he was also very dissatisfied with Angel's attitude towards this kind of thing.

"An Qier, are you indifferent?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel. He wanted to see what he wanted in Angel's eyes.

Angel has always been the kind of person who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. He doesn't want to imagine Angel's heart of stone. But now that he is a mercenary, he understands very well that Angel is definitely heart of stone, otherwise a woman would never be able to do so.

Establish 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 Angel's eyes full of indifference and ridicule.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang roared, his whole mood inexplicably out of control.

Angel means angel. How could an angel be so indifferent?

"You are a person with rich emotions." An Qier ignored Zhao Ziyang's anger, thought for a moment and then said: "Maybe I can say that you are a good person?"

Good guys? Bad guys? Are there still good guys and bad guys in this world?

Taking a long breath, Zhao Ziyang moved his eyes away from Angel's perfect cheeks, and said to himself with complicated eyes: "Okay, don't laugh at me anymore, maybe I'm not suitable to be a mercenary. But I'm definitely not a mercenary.

Good man, all I can do is make flesh and blood."

When he said this, Zhao Ziyang didn't see the bright and strange color flashing in Angel's eyes at all. Maybe even if he saw it, he didn't know what the strange color in Angel's eyes meant.

"Yang, you are very good." Angel smiled at Zhao Ziyang with a rare smile.

However, Zhao Ziyang did not have time to appreciate this smile. He knew the purpose of Angel bringing him here. The upcoming mission must also be in this form: sneaking into Norway to hunt Norwegian soldiers, filming it with a camera and posting it on the Internet, so that Norway can

A wave of popular opposition forced the Norwegian government to withdraw its troops.

But compared to what he saw in front of him, sniping the Norwegian soldiers didn't seem to have much impact on him, because the other party was a soldier, but why did Angel let himself see such a scene? Did he need to further strengthen his psychological quality?

No, Zhao Ziyang knows that he does not need to strengthen his psychological quality in this area. He understands what he is doing and the purpose of holding the gun. If necessary, he can also shoot civilians, because hatred has long since

He was wrapped up tightly. In a sense, he could be considered a terrorist.

The two returned to their base in Grishk. Zhao Ziyang fell asleep with his head covered after returning. He now had to adjust his emotions 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 room alone, and raised his head to ask An Qier.

"Oh, the special forces need to adjust." Angel said to Blade with a relaxed look.

Blade shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head and continued to play his playing cards. He knew that the special forces needed to adjust, and sleeping was a good choice.

"Recruit!" Swart spat out two words coldly, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Hehehehe, Swart, aren't you from the new army?" Daofeng was unhappy after hearing this and opened his mouth to speak for Zhao Ziyang.

"Do you want to fight?" Swart dropped the gun in his hand and stared at the blade.

With a "chi" sound, a playing card flew out of Blade's hand and slashed towards Swart's face.

"Duh", he told the rotating playing cards to be nailed to the door panel behind Swart, and the paper cards trembled violently.

A shallow wound appeared on Swart's face, with blood oozing out.

"Swart, we are teammates now. Even if you have big opinions about the special forces, you'd better keep it to yourself. I'm not helping the special forces, but I can't stand your bullying of the newcomers." Dao Feng held another one.

The playing cards speak to Swart.

There was a hint of amusement on his face, as well as a hint of revenge.

He had been bullied by Swart when Lurker was a new recruit, so he couldn't stand Swart bullying newcomers the most.

Swart stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on his cheek, stretched out his tongue and took a lick, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The situation between the two suddenly became tense and tense!

Pandora, Mandala, Flashpoint, Omo, and Scytheman in the house did not dissuade them. Instead, they happily moved a small stool and sat aside to watch. They were originally a group of heartless lunatics. If there was a fight, they would not watch.

It's simply a waste of life.

If Black Eagle was there, the two of them would definitely not fight, and if Angel said a word, the two of them would not fight. But Angel did not speak at all, and seemed to acquiesce in the fight between the two before the battle.

The sharp saber was held in Swart's hand, and he looked cautiously at Blade, who randomly separated the playing cards and placed them on various positions on his body. He knew that Blade's close combat ability may not be very strong, but the opponent was more skilled than anyone else.

People who are good at calculation and can become gambling gods have brains like geniuses.

With a "squeak" sound, the shabby wooden door was opened, and Zhao Ziyang, who was not asleep at all, walked out and walked slowly between Blade and Swart.

"Disappointing!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang coming out, Mandala, who was in high spirits, knew that there was no good show to watch and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang and continued to walk to the corner to play with her gun.

Flashpoint and Scythe continued to watch with interest, wanting to see what happened to Tusheng. As for Omo, he folded his arms and said nothing, looking at Zhao Ziyang expectantly, wanting to see Zhao Ziyang also suck Swart's balls.

Explode.

"Daofeng, it's time for you to practice your horse steps." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Daofeng and pointed to an open space in the house.

"..." Dao Feng rolled his eyes, walked over obediently, and began to squat on horseback, practicing Chinese Kung Fu.

"Angel, this is my business." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Angel and said, without waiting for Angel's response, he turned to face Swart.

The moment he faced Swart, his face became extremely cold, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Swart, people's patience is limited. It's true that I am a newcomer, but we are comrades in arms now." Zhao Ziyang paused, pointed at Swart and said loudly: "I was once the most elite special forces soldier in China.

I am very ignorant. I have never heard of the Los Angeles Anti-Terrorism Task Force. I only remember that I single-handedly fought three deltas on the China-Myanmar border."

Swart was stunned for a moment, looked at the sarcastic smile on Zhao Ziyang's lips, and slowly walked away from him.

"Victory." Zhao Ziyang walked into his bedroom and stopped, uttered two words from his mouth, and then slammed the door shut.

No one knows about the battles Zhao Ziyang has experienced in the past, and he has never said anything. Although this is the qualification to enter the mercenary world, the confidentiality policy is still firmly engraved in his heart. The most important point is that as long as he thinks of the battles, he will

I will think of my comrades-in-arms. At that time, they shared life and death and enjoyed hardships, but now he is the only one left alive.

Swart was obviously irritated by Zhao Ziyang's words. Is he ignorant? No, it's definitely not ignorant. It's just that the other party didn't care about the army he came from. There is no need to compare who is better between Delta and the Los Angeles anti-terrorist special forces.

With a "crash", Swart smashed the table next to him with his kick and walked straight towards his room.

"Brother, actually you shouldn't be like this..." Omo tried to persuade Swart, but it obviously had no effect.

The mercenaries did not laugh and looked as if nothing had happened, but they looked high on Zhao Ziyang in their hearts.

Small mercenary groups don't care about their members. Whether you are a gangster, a drug dealer, or a civilian, as long as your physical condition is acceptable, you can receive a series of simple training and go to the battlefield to make money. But mercenary groups like the Lurkers are different.

, it only absorbs the elite of the elite, not special forces. Not only lurkers, but the members of all powerful mercenary groups are selected from special forces from various countries. They have experience and foundation, shorten the integration process, and can go on missions at any time.

and successfully completed.

In this case, mercenaries need their own proof, including the battles they have experienced, and this is their capital. Mercenaries who are from the world's top special forces receive higher treatment. No one is stupid enough to start from a new recruit.

Start.

But Zhao Ziyang started out as a new recruit and kept silent about his former troops and battles. He doesn't need capital. He always thinks that he is the strongest, no matter where he goes.

"Okay, let's take a rest and wait for the leader to formulate a detailed plan." Angel clapped his hands and said to the mercenaries, and then winked at Mandala Road.

Mandala understood with a smile on her face, opened the door of Swart's room and walked in.

What everyone needs before the war is sufficient rest and relaxation. This is not a pointless quarrel here. Swart needs to bring down the fire, and the special forces also need it. But the special forces have chosen the best way: sleep. And Angel knows that she does not need it.
Chapter completed!