There is an essential difference between defenders and lurkers. Their number is much greater than that of lurkers. More than ten people were killed or injured and unable to move. However, losing any one of the lurkers is a huge loss. They are all elites among the elites.

The reason is that 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 there are not many real core forces, and they are basically the same as lurkers.

Almost the same.

To put it simply, the defender is a high-speed war money-making machine, while the lurkers are a streamlined mercenary team built for excellence.

The mercenaries left behind in the base took Flashpoint back for treatment, and Black Hawk and other personnel immediately rushed to Afghanistan to continue the mission.

The greatest guarantee for a mercenary's survival is credibility. Only mercenaries with a good reputation will be hired. Only when they are hired can they make money. Only when they make money can they develop and grow. Therefore, mercenaries will never trample on the credibility they rely on to survive.

It can be said that they are the most honest businessmen in the world.

Collect money to fight the war, and the two sides owe nothing to each other.

"Who is the Fox Hunter?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel while looking at the sky on the plane to Dubai.

He felt that the person who could escape from Angel must be a powerful character. Knowing more about the fox hunter would only have advantages, not disadvantages. Maybe he would run into him at some point.

"You can ask your little lover who she is." Angel said coldly to Zhao Ziyang.

"What little lover?" Zhao Ziyang was a little confused by this sentence.

"Linghu." Dao Feng on the side started gossiping with Zhao Ziyang with great interest, and said with spitting: "I knew that Linghu must have had selfish motives when he rescued you, tsk tsk, that's what deputy captain Ye Meigui said.

I just woke up, it turns out that you two are having an affair, and where is your little lover, quack quack..."

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang slapped Dao Feng on the head and cursed with a smile: "Get out of here, if you are talking nonsense, I will tell Linghu to go and you will feel better."

"Ouch..." Dao Feng stretched his neck and let out a strange cry. He pinched his nose and yelled at Omo and Sickle Hand: "Hmph, I'll tell Linghu to go and make it easier for you. Huh... it really is.

My little lover, hahaha..."

Zhao Ziyang was too lazy to pay attention to them. Just when he was about to continue asking Angel about the fox hunter, he found Angel walking away from him with a cold face and sitting down with Swart.

"Special Forces, don't worry, I won't compete with you, I only like Russian girls with big breasts!" Omo assured Zhao Ziyang, patting his chest like a good brother.

"I won't compete with you either." The sickleman said with certainty: "The spirit fox likes mice, and I like cats."

"Depend on!"

Zhao Ziyang stretched out his middle finger fiercely at these two idiots, stood up and walked towards Angel, but as soon as he walked over, he encountered a very unfriendly look from Swart.

After a battle, Zhao Ziyang was instantly integrated into the team members, especially Omo, who seemed to have forgotten how Zhao Ziyang hit his balls, and became extremely close. The team leader, Sickle Hand, and Pandora all seemed to be right.

This guy looked at me differently.

He just shot down a helicopter with the help of a minefield, that's all. It was his contribution to Swart that determined the outcome of the battle.

So Swart is very unconvinced, and he hates Zhao Ziyang very much. But he doesn't show it in words now, because Zhao Ziyang is different from before. Killing a Tiger armed helicopter single-handedly is one thing, but the most important thing is that he seems to be inhumane.

It was so bad that he killed the captives without blinking an eye.

Harmless to humans and animals, it is too murderous and extremely dangerous.

However, Zhao Ziyang walked over and came back. Angel ignored him, and Swart gave him a rather unfriendly look, which made him feel like he was asking for trouble.

The group got off the plane from Dubai, crossed the Gulf of Oman, and entered Grishk, Afghanistan from Iran. However, this time after entering Grishk, the atmosphere was obviously tense as never before.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and there are no traces of business people. There are heavily armed US troops everywhere. These US troops have set up checkpoints one after another and implemented a curfew.

Strict military control was implemented over the entire Grishk.

Zhao Ziyang and others were seated in two open-top Hummers, parked behind the long line undergoing inspection.

"Can you get through?" Zhao Ziyang, who was driving, turned his head and asked Daofeng.

But as soon as he asked this question, Zhao Ziyang knew that he was an idiot, because Dao Feng looked at him with an idiot's look.

"Oh, actually I just want to say that this Hummer is really good."

"Special Forces, you are telling lies. This car is too inferior." The sickle curled his lips, pointed at Pandora and said: "Pandora's modified cars are expensive but not marketable."

Zhao Ziyang looked at Pandora dubiously, when 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 so generous that Zhao Ziyang swallowed hard.

He would never dare to use Pandora's other items again. Just using the gun he modified would be doomed to be exploited by her layer by layer in the future.

Two US soldiers saw Zhao Ziyang's two Humvees and waved them over first.

Surrounded by faces of all local Afghans, only Zhao Ziyang and the others were composed of various skin types. Moreover, they were all wearing uniforms of desert combat uniforms. Each of them was burly and tough, and drove a valuable Humvee. At first glance, they were international mercenaries.

Blackhawk jumped out of the car, waved to the team members behind him to follow him, and strode towards the stuck point.

"Hey, the weather is really nice today." Black Hawk greeted the American soldiers with a smile on his face. He took out two Cuban cigars and handed them to the soldiers and said, "Want one? Authentic Cuban handmade cigars."

The American soldier rejected Black Hawk's cigar and asked with a smile: "Which mercenary group are you from?"

Mercenaries are also divided into three, six or nine levels. The US soldiers are also very polite to the mercenary organizations that appear to be well-equipped at first glance. They often deal with these international mercenaries, not to mention that many of the mercenaries are their comrades-in-arms.

After retiring, many of these U.S. 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 military officer ID card from his pocket, pointed to the team members behind him and said, "They are all my people. If you want to wipe out the Taliban armed forces in the south, my old friend Colonel William will let you

I just brought people to make money, hahahaha..."

The American soldier glanced at Black Hawk's officer ID card, then glanced at Zhao Ziyang and others, nodded and said with a smile: "Colonel William? Hahaha, that is the pride of our Marines. By the way, your station is in the northwest corner

, I really envy you for making a lot of money."

"Man, it's mainly because our American government has money." Blade came up and said, "When I make enough money, I will go back to Mississippi, open a small bar, and play rock music."

"Mississippi? Elvis' hometown." The American soldier smiled even brighter, patted Blade on the shoulder and said, "Elvis is the best, and I am his most loyal fan."

"Hush -" Dao Feng blew a long whistle, danced, and sang: "Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go..."

"You have made my plete,And I love you so..."

"Hahaha, guys, I wish you good luck!" The American soldier patted Blade on the shoulder, expressed his blessing to them, and returned the officer's certificate to Black Hawk and said: "Colonel Phillips, you may have to wait a moment."

"Okay, no problem." Black Eagle nodded.

The American soldier immediately answered a phone call and contacted Colonel William in the mouth of the black hawk to confirm the identity of the black hawk.

Black Hawk, on the other hand, lit his cigar with a leisurely look on his face, extremely relaxed.

After waiting for a while, the soldier handed the satellite phone to Black Hawk and motioned for Black Hawk to answer it.

Black Hawk, who took the phone, had a smile on his face and reminisced with Colonel William on the other end of the phone. The two American soldiers were convinced.

"An Qier, the leader is very powerful." Zhao Ziyang whispered to Angel.

"The leader used to belong to the OP action group. He has a wide network of contacts and his abilities are far greater than you see." An Qier explained to Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, knowing it well in his mind. The Black Eagle who can form such a mercenary group must have something special about it, and it is definitely not something that other team members can match.

"Colonel Phillips, welcome to your arrival." After confirming their identity, the American soldier waved to make way for Black Hawk to pass with Zhao Ziyang and others.

"Thank you." Black Eagle nodded, smiled, threw the cigar to the two soldiers and said, "Authentic ancient stuff."

The two soldiers happily accepted the small gift and rushed into the two Humvees in Grishk to wave off.

After successfully passing the US military checkpoint, the two Humvees drove straight to the west.

The troubled Afghanistan has the greatest shortage of mercenaries, and the inspection of mercenaries is the loosest. They are not subject to arms control restrictions, because these mercenaries usually help the US military fight, as long as you show the big mercenaries

The signs are usually not blocked by anyone.

The most stringent checks are on the local residents, and no one knows whether there might be Taliban terrorists inside.

"This is a mercenary paradise!" Zhao Ziyang exclaimed when he saw more mercenaries on the street than American soldiers.

"Yes, this is a mercenary paradise." Dao Feng 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, and most of them became front-line cannon fodder for the US coalition forces with high commissions. This is the most chaotic place in the world, and this is where the most people died.

The ones who survive here are the heroes. There is an essential difference between the defenders and the lurkers. Their number is much greater than that of the lurkers. More than ten people were killed or injured and could not move their muscles. However, the loss of any one of the lurkers is a huge loss. They

They are all the best of the best.

The reason is that 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 there are not many real core forces, and they are basically the same as lurkers.

Almost the same.

To put it simply, the defender is a high-speed war money-making machine, while the lurkers are a streamlined mercenary team built for excellence.

The mercenaries left behind in the base took Flashpoint back for treatment, and Black Hawk and other personnel immediately rushed to Afghanistan to continue the mission.

The greatest guarantee for a mercenary's survival is credibility. Only mercenaries with a good reputation will be hired. Only when they are hired can they make money. Only when they make money can they develop and grow. Therefore, mercenaries will never trample on the credibility they rely on to survive.

It can be said that they are the most honest businessmen in the world.

Collect money to fight the war, and the two sides owe nothing to each other.

"Who is the Fox Hunter?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel while looking at the sky on the plane to Dubai.

He felt that the person who could escape from Angel must be a powerful character. Knowing more about the fox hunter would only have advantages, not disadvantages. Maybe he would run into him at some point.

"You can ask your little lover who she is." Angel said coldly to Zhao Ziyang.

"What little lover?" Zhao Ziyang was a little confused by this sentence.

"Linghu." Dao Feng on the side started gossiping with Zhao Ziyang with great interest, and said with spitting: "I knew that Linghu must have had selfish motives when he rescued you, tsk tsk, that's what deputy captain Ye Meigui said.

I just woke up, it turns out that you two are having an affair, and where is your little lover, quack quack..."

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang slapped Dao Feng on the head and cursed with a smile: "Get out of here, if you are talking nonsense, I will tell Linghu to go and you will feel better."

"Ouch..." Dao Feng stretched his neck and let out a strange cry. He pinched his nose and yelled at Omo and Sickle Hand: "Hmph, I'll tell Linghu to go and make it easier for you. Huh... it really is.

My little lover, hahaha..."

Zhao Ziyang was too lazy to pay attention to them. Just when he was about to continue asking Angel about the fox hunter, he found Angel walking away from him with a cold face and sitting down with Swart.

"Special Forces, don't worry, I won't compete with you, I only like Russian girls with big breasts!" Omo assured Zhao Ziyang, patting his chest like a good brother.

"I won't compete with you either." The sickleman said with certainty: "The spirit fox likes mice, and I like cats."

"Depend on!"

Zhao Ziyang stretched out his middle finger fiercely at these two idiots, stood up and walked towards Angel, but as soon as he walked over, he encountered a very unfriendly look from Swart.

After a battle, Zhao Ziyang was instantly integrated into the team members, especially Omo, who seemed to have forgotten how Zhao Ziyang hit his balls, and became extremely close. The team leader, Sickle Hand, and Pandora all seemed to be right.

This guy looked at me differently.

He just shot down a helicopter with the help of a minefield, that's all. It was his contribution to Swart that determined the outcome of the battle.

So Swart is very unconvinced, and he hates Zhao Ziyang very much. But he doesn't show it in words now, because Zhao Ziyang is different from before. Killing a Tiger armed helicopter single-handedly is one thing, but the most important thing is that he seems to be inhumane.

It was so bad that he killed the captives without blinking an eye.

Harmless to humans and animals, it is too murderous and extremely dangerous.

However, Zhao Ziyang walked over and came back. Angel ignored him, and Swart gave him a rather unfriendly look, which made him feel like he was asking for trouble.

The group got off the plane from Dubai, crossed the Gulf of Oman, and entered Grishk, Afghanistan from Iran. However, this time after entering Grishk, the atmosphere was obviously tense as never before.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and there are no traces of business people. There are heavily armed US troops everywhere. These US troops have set up checkpoints one after another and implemented a curfew.

Strict military control was implemented over the entire Grishk.

Zhao Ziyang and others were seated in two open-top Hummers, parked behind the long line undergoing inspection.

"Can you get through?" Zhao Ziyang, who was driving, turned his head and asked Daofeng.

But as soon as he asked this question, Zhao Ziyang knew that he was an idiot, because Dao Feng looked at him with an idiot's look.

"Oh, actually I just want to say that this Hummer is really good."

"Special Forces, you are telling lies. This car is too inferior." The sickle curled his lips, pointed at Pandora and said: "Pandora's modified cars are expensive but not marketable."

Zhao Ziyang looked at Pandora dubiously, when 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 so generous that Zhao Ziyang swallowed hard.

He would never dare to use Pandora's other items again. Just using the gun he modified would be doomed to be exploited by her layer by layer in the future.

Two US soldiers saw Zhao Ziyang's two Humvees and waved them over first.

Surrounded by faces of all local Afghans, only Zhao Ziyang and the others were composed of various skin types. Moreover, they were all wearing uniforms of desert combat uniforms. Each of them was burly and tough, and drove a valuable Humvee. At first glance, they were international mercenaries.

Blackhawk jumped out of the car, waved to the team members behind him to follow him, and strode towards the stuck point.

"Hey, the weather is really nice today." Black Hawk greeted the American soldiers with a smile on his face. He took out two Cuban cigars and handed them to the soldiers and said, "Want one? Authentic Cuban handmade cigars."

The American soldier rejected Black Hawk's cigar and asked with a smile: "Which mercenary group are you from?"

Mercenaries are also divided into three, six or nine levels. The US soldiers are also very polite to the mercenary organizations that appear to be well-equipped at first glance. They often deal with these international mercenaries, not to mention that many of the mercenaries are their comrades-in-arms.

After retiring, many of these U.S. 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 military officer ID card from his pocket, pointed to the team members behind him and said, "They are all my people. If you want to wipe out the Taliban armed forces in the south, my old friend Colonel William will let you

I just brought people to make money, hahahaha..."

The American soldier glanced at Black Hawk's officer ID card, then glanced at Zhao Ziyang and others, nodded and said with a smile: "Colonel William? Hahaha, that is the pride of our Marines. By the way, your station is in the northwest corner

, I really envy you for making a lot of money."

"Man, it's mainly because our American government has money." Blade came up and said, "When I make enough money, I will go back to Mississippi, open a small bar, and play rock music."

"Mississippi? Elvis' hometown." The American soldier smiled even brighter, patted Blade on the shoulder and said, "Elvis is the best, and I am his most loyal fan."

"Hush -" Dao Feng blew a long whistle, danced, and sang: "Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go..."

"You have made my plete,And I love you so..."

"Hahaha, guys, I wish you good luck!" The American soldier patted Blade on the shoulder, expressed his blessing to them, and returned the officer's certificate to Black Hawk and said: "Colonel Phillips, you may have to wait a moment."

"Okay, no problem." Black Eagle nodded.

The American soldier immediately answered a phone call and contacted Colonel William in the mouth of the black hawk to confirm the identity of the black hawk.

Black Hawk, on the other hand, lit his cigar with a leisurely look on his face, extremely relaxed.

After waiting for a while, the soldier handed the satellite phone to Black Hawk and motioned for Black Hawk to answer it.

Black Hawk, who took the phone, had a smile on his face and reminisced with Colonel William on the other end of the phone. The two American soldiers were convinced.

"An Qier, the leader is very powerful." Zhao Ziyang whispered to Angel.

"The leader used to belong to the OP action group. He has a wide network of contacts and his abilities are far greater than you see." An Qier explained to Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, knowing it well in his mind. The Black Eagle who can form such a mercenary group must have something special about it, and it is definitely not something that other team members can match.

"Colonel Phillips, welcome to your arrival." After confirming their identity, the American soldier waved to make way for Black Hawk to pass with Zhao Ziyang and others.

"Thank you." Black Eagle nodded, smiled, threw the cigar to the two soldiers and said, "Authentic ancient stuff."

The two soldiers happily accepted the small gift and rushed into the two Humvees in Grishk to wave off.

After successfully passing the US military checkpoint, the two Humvees drove straight to the west.

The troubled Afghanistan has the greatest shortage of mercenaries, and the inspection of mercenaries is the loosest. They are not subject to arms control restrictions, because these mercenaries usually help the US military fight, as long as you show the big mercenaries

The signs are usually not blocked by anyone.

The most stringent checks are on the local residents, and no one knows whether there might be Taliban terrorists inside.

"This is a mercenary paradise!" Zhao Ziyang exclaimed when he saw more mercenaries on the street than American soldiers.

"Yes, this is a mercenary paradise." Dao Feng 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, and most of them became front-line cannon fodder for the US coalition forces with high commissions. This is the most chaotic place in the world, and this is where the most people died.
Chapter completed!