The two Humvees drove straight towards a mercenary station in the far west. However, this station did not belong to the Foreign Legion, but was a temporary station for many small mercenary groups.

The station is a large abandoned factory with a spacious courtyard. In the courtyard, you can clearly see the traces of scorched earth left by the bomb.

"This is a gathering place for some small-scale mercenaries. Most of them are rabble-rousers, but there are also powerful ones inside, but they are relatively low-key." Black Eagle said as he led Zhao Ziyang and others into the station.

The station is a self-controlled area, and the US military does not participate in any activities to maintain order. In fact, they are unable to maintain order among these desperadoes. It is better to let them maintain order among themselves by using some rules of the mercenary world.

No matter what kind of fight happens between the mercenary groups, they will not interfere, but one thing is forbidden. Guns are absolutely not allowed to be used in mutual fights, otherwise they will be expelled by the army.

Everyone knows what the expulsion of the US military means, so the mercenaries abide by this rule and only this rule.

With a "squeak..." sound, the door of the central hall of the station was pushed open by Black Eagle, and a group of people followed Black Eagle and walked in.

At this time, there were many mercenaries sitting scattered in the hall, some were drinking, some were wrestling with each other, some were gambling, and a few mercenaries were flirting with the young lady they found somewhere.

Seeing Black Hawk and others walking in, these 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 towards the temporarily transformed bar in the center of the hall.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..." The brand new combat boots made a crisp sound on the smooth ground. Black Eagle sat at the bar as if there was no one around, casually took out a stack of U.S. dollars and said on the table: "Find the count.

"

The Westerner behind the bar, who didn't know whether he was a mercenary or a bartender, pressed his money on the money, smiled at Black Eagle and said, "Okay, we have a lot of counts here, I will find them all for you."

With a "click" sound, Black Eagle stretched out his right hand like lightning and clasped the bartender's wrist, and bent the other person's wrist with a little force.

The bartender had a painful expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound and endured it.

"Boy, don't be glib with me, I'm looking for the earl." Black Hawk smiled and continued to the bartender: "This money is not a tip for you, it's just that I don't feel comfortable carrying it in my pocket."

"You, you..." The bartender's face was like pig's blood, and his wrist was held back by Black Eagle, unable to exert any strength.

Black Eagle picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then hit the bartender on the head.

With a "bang" sound, the wine bottle exploded on the bartender's head, knocking him down neatly.

All the mercenaries around him stood up at once, glaring at Black Eagle who was indiscriminately hurting people.

"Damn it, where did this bastard come from!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Twist off his hands and feet and throw him into a pig pen. Damn it, you don't even care where he is!"

"..."

The mercenaries cursed. They did not allow outsiders to take them seriously. For provocation, the best way was to kill him.

"The leader still has this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang looked at the arrogant Black Eagle with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

In his impression, Black Hawk is an extremely stable leader with a strong view of the overall situation. He definitely does not like to cause trouble like others.

"Special Forces, don't you know?" Dao Feng licked his lips and said with passion in his eyes: "The leader is never the one who stirs up trouble, but he is not a person who stirs up trouble."

The other members of the lurkers were gearing up, their eyes showing great excitement. This kind of brawling was their favorite thing, especially when less could win more.

"Want to fight? I'll help you!" Black Eagle raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached out and took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles.

This sentence undoubtedly makes everything clear, they are here to cause trouble.

"Come on!" A black mercenary who was over two meters tall roared and rushed towards Black Hawk.

Behind him were five or six sturdy mercenaries with fierce looks. They had the same tattoos and were from the same mercenary group.

The scene became violent as the mercenary group fought, and a thick smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and the others, intending to start a group fight among the mercenaries.

"Drink!" The black mercenary who was attacking Black Hawk shouted loudly, taking advantage of his height and legs to sweep towards Black Hawk.

Black Eagle frowned, and rushed towards the black mercenary's body like lightning, stretched out his right hand to hook the opponent's neck, and slammed into the solid bar.

With a "boom", the bar made an explosion sound, and the black man's head was smashed from it. The black mercenary fell to the ground, lying motionless. A pool of blood flowed from his face, gradually covering his entire body.

People are soaked in blood.

With a "pop" sound, Black Eagle gently kicked the black man, kicking his body from lying on his stomach to lying on his back.

Two sharp wooden thorns pierced deeply into the black man's eyes, and the eyeballs were shattered, revealing two black and red blood holes.

"FUCK!" Seeing the tragic death of his comrade, another mercenary launched a frantic attack on Black Hawk.

But before he could rush to Black Eagle, a big furry hand grabbed his neck from behind.

"Baby, your screams are so sexy, quack quack..." Omo's laughter came. He squeezed the mercenary's hand and began to exert force, squeezing the mercenary's neck bit by bit.

"Click, click..." A chilling sound of broken throat bones came out, and Omo's five fingers dug into the mercenary's neck until they were completely inserted.

Blood flowed downwards from Omo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with bulging eyes stretched out his hands to grab at the air.

"Stretch..." The sound of tendons being torn apart by strong force was heard. The mercenary's throat was torn off by Omo's fingers, and a large piece of flesh and blood suddenly disappeared from the front of his neck.

The mercenary lay miserably on the ground, covering his throat with his hands, kicking his legs weakly, and died with his eyes wide open.

The hall was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, making people almost want to vomit.

The mercenaries who were preparing to besiege the lurkers saw this scene and immediately retreated, giving up their upcoming attack.

The two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but their failure to survive a single move in the hands of these strange mercenaries was enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially among these strange mercenaries.

There are three other women.

"Very good." Black Eagle nodded and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him: "Don't appear in front of me."

Several mercenaries silently carried their two companions on their shoulders, and walked out without looking back with malicious eyes.

In the mercenary world, the strong are respected. Either you die or I die.

Pandora watched the mercenaries walk out, smoothed her hair and followed them.

Not long after, she came back smelling of blood and smiled gently at Zhao Ziyang. Her smile was very sunny, lively, and even a little shy.

Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had killed all those mercenaries. This was something that had to be done. Cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will bring new growth with the spring breeze. If you want to kill them, you can't leave any consequences.

"Don't worry, everyone." Black Eagle raised his head and said to the surrounding mercenaries while avoiding the blood at his feet: "The Devouring Beast Mercenary Group once sniped at us on the battlefield. This is a private grudge."

The other mercenaries who heard this felt relieved. Since it was a personal grudge, there was nothing to talk about. There would be no death penalty between mercenaries and mercenaries who settled their grudges privately, but the Devouring Beast Mercenary Group seemed to have kicked them together.

On the iron plate.

The mercenaries each returned to their seats and sat down, but they still stared at Black Hawk and his group, trying to guess which mercenary group they belonged to.

"Bah bang bang..." A burst of lonely applause rang out, and then a voice came over: "Captain Black Eagle, you are really making a lot of noise in my place."

A middle-aged mercenary with yellow skin walked down, with a face that could not be concealed. He was a Gurkha mercenary, only about 175cm tall. In terms of body shape and appearance, he was the same as the Chinese.

Similar, but more Indian.

The most famous people in Nepal are the Gurkha mercenaries. They are the strongest warriors and are good at using Nepalese scimitars. They are not tall and extremely fierce. For two centuries, most young men of the Gurkha tribe can use the sword.

Those who choose to go out as mercenaries have a lifelong creed: It is better to die than to live cowardly.

Fighting for money all year round, the Gurkha mercenaries have become famous and have become one of the largest mercenary organizations in the world. Their loyal nature and fearless fighting skills make them the choice of employers.

There are only heroes who die in battle and no cowards who survive. Gurkha mercenaries regard dying in battle as the greatest honor. It is this honor that makes them the most outstanding mercenaries.

Black Eagle held his head high and waited quietly for the Gurkha mercenary to come down. His face, which had been baptized by the flames of war, showed the flames of battle.

The Gurkha mercenary walked up to Black Eagle and stared at him with a pair of fierce eyes, revealing murderous intent.

Zhao Ziyang and others behind him stared at the mercenary and prepared to attack.

With a "pop" sound, Black Eagle and the Gurkha mercenary suddenly hugged each other tightly, with cheerful smiles on their faces at the same time.

"Hahaha, Black Eagle, why are you so fat now? Are the girls in Washington making it impossible for you to move?"

"Hey, Earl, I still like your sister better, but you always hide your sister, hahaha..."

"Hahahaha...old man!"

The two laughed loudly and hugged each other again.

This is a pair of old comrades-in-arms, with men's tears shining in each other's eyes.

The two let go, punched each other's strong chests hard, and slapped their two rough hands together hard.

"I'm happy today, drinking as much as I can, and all the expenses are mine." The count waved to the mercenaries in the hall, patted Black Eagle on the shoulder and said, "Let's go up."

Zhao Ziyang and his group followed behind and walked towards the second floor. The mercenaries in the hall cheered and drank heavily.

Obviously, the earl has the greatest power here and controls the order here. Gurkha mercenaries are honored guests wherever they go, let alone among small mercenary groups.

In the corner of the hall, a young mercenary wearing a cowboy hat covering his cheeks stared at the disappearing Black Hawk and others. He stood up and walked out. He was the only one who didn't move just now. Two Humvees drove straight towards the end.

There is a mercenary station to the west, but this station is not for the Foreign Legion, but a temporary station for many small mercenary groups.

The station is a large abandoned factory with a spacious courtyard. In the courtyard, you can clearly see the traces of scorched earth left by the bomb.

"This is a gathering place for some small-scale mercenaries. Most of them are rabble-rousers, but there are also powerful ones inside, but they are relatively low-key." Black Eagle said as he led Zhao Ziyang and others into the station.

The station is a self-controlled area, and the US military does not participate in any activities to maintain order. In fact, they are unable to maintain order among these desperadoes. It is better to let them maintain order among themselves by using some rules of the mercenary world.

No matter what fights occur between the mercenary groups, they will not interfere, but one thing is prohibited. Guns are absolutely not allowed to be used in mutual fights, otherwise they will be expelled by the army.

Everyone knows what the expulsion of the US military means, so the mercenaries abide by this rule and only this rule.

With a "squeak..." sound, the door of the central hall of the station was pushed open by Black Eagle, and a group of people followed Black Eagle and walked in.

At this time, there were many mercenaries sitting scattered in the hall, some were drinking, some were wrestling, some were gambling, and a few mercenaries were flirting with the young lady they found somewhere.

Seeing Black Hawk and others walking in, these 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 towards the temporarily transformed bar in the center of the hall.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..." The brand new combat boots made a crisp sound on the smooth ground. Black Eagle sat at the bar as if there was no one around, casually took out a stack of U.S. dollars and said on the table: "Find the count.

"

The Westerner behind the bar, who didn't know whether he was a mercenary or a bartender, pressed the money, smiled at Black Eagle and said, "Okay, we have a lot of counts here, I will find them all for you."

With a "click" sound, Black Eagle stretched out his right hand like lightning and clasped the bartender's wrist, and bent the other person's wrist with a little force.

The bartender had a painful expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound and endured it.

"Boy, don't be glib with me, I'm looking for the earl." Blackhawk smiled and continued to the bartender: "This money is not a tip for you, it's just that I don't feel comfortable carrying it in my pocket."

"You, you..." The bartender's face was like pig's blood, and his wrist was held back by Black Eagle, unable to exert any strength.

Black Eagle picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then hit the bartender on the head.

With a "bang" sound, the wine bottle exploded on the bartender's head, knocking him down neatly.

All the mercenaries around him stood up at once, glaring at Black Eagle who was indiscriminately hurting people.

"Damn it, where did this bastard come from!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Twist off his hands and feet and throw him into a pig pen. Damn it, you don't even care where he is!"

"..."

The mercenaries cursed. They did not allow outsiders to take them seriously. For provocation, the best way was to kill him.

"The leader still has this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang looked at the arrogant Black Eagle with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

In his impression, Black Hawk is an extremely stable leader with a strong view of the overall situation. He definitely does not like to cause trouble like others.

"Special Forces, don't you know?" Dao Feng licked his lips and said with passion in his eyes: "The leader is never the one who stirs up trouble, but he is not a person who stirs up trouble."

The other members of the lurkers were gearing up, their eyes showing great excitement. This kind of brawling was their favorite thing, especially when less could win more.

"Want to fight? I'll help you!" Black Eagle raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached out and took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles.

This sentence undoubtedly makes everything clear, they are here to cause trouble.

"Come on!" A black mercenary who was over two meters tall roared and rushed towards Black Hawk.

Behind him were five or six sturdy mercenaries with fierce looks. They had the same tattoos and were from the same mercenary group.

The scene became violent as the mercenary group fought, and a thick smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and the others, intending to start a group fight among the mercenaries.

"Drink!" The black mercenary who was attacking Black Hawk shouted loudly, taking advantage of his height and legs to sweep towards Black Hawk.

Black Eagle frowned, and rushed towards the black mercenary's body like lightning, stretched out his right hand to hook the opponent's neck, and slammed into the solid bar.

With a "boom", the bar made an explosion sound, and the black man's head was smashed from it. The black mercenary fell to the ground, lying motionless. A pool of blood flowed from his face, gradually covering his entire body.

People are soaked in blood.

With a "pop" sound, Black Eagle gently kicked the black man, kicking his body from lying on his stomach to lying on his back.

Two sharp wooden thorns pierced deeply into the black man's eyes, and the eyeballs were shattered, revealing two black and red blood holes.

"FUCK!" Seeing the tragic death of his comrade, another mercenary launched a frantic attack on Black Hawk.

But before he could rush to Black Eagle, a big furry hand grabbed his neck from behind.

"Baby, your screams are so sexy, quack quack..." Omo's laughter came. He squeezed the mercenary's hand and began to exert force, squeezing the mercenary's neck bit by bit.

"Click, click..." A chilling sound of broken throat bones came out, and Omo's five fingers dug into the mercenary's neck until they were completely inserted.

Blood flowed downwards from Omo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with bulging eyes stretched out his hands to grab at the air.

"Stretch..." The sound of tendons being torn apart by strong force was heard. The mercenary's throat was torn off by Omo's fingers, and a large piece of flesh and blood suddenly disappeared from the front of his neck.

The mercenary lay miserably on the ground, covering his throat with his hands, kicking his legs weakly, and died with his eyes wide open.

The hall was immediately filled with the thick smell of blood, making people almost want to vomit.

When the mercenaries who were preparing to attack the lurkers saw this scene, they immediately retreated and gave up their upcoming attack.

The two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but their failure to survive a single move in the hands of these strange mercenaries was enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially among these strange mercenaries.

There are three other women.

"Very good." Black Eagle nodded and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him: "Don't appear in front of me."

Several mercenaries silently carried their two companions on their shoulders, and walked out without looking back with malicious eyes.

In the mercenary world, the strong are respected. Either you die or I die.

Pandora watched the mercenaries walk out, smoothed her hair and followed them.

Not long after, she came back smelling of blood and smiled gently at Zhao Ziyang. Her smile was very sunny, lively, and even a little shy.

Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had killed all those mercenaries. This was something that had to be done. Cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will bring new growth with the spring breeze. If you want to kill them, you can't leave any consequences.

"Don't worry, everyone." Black Eagle raised his head and said to the surrounding mercenaries while avoiding the blood at his feet: "The Devouring Beast Mercenary Group once sniped at us on the battlefield. This is a private grudge."

The other mercenaries who heard this felt relieved. Since it was a personal grudge, there was nothing to talk about. There would be no death penalty between mercenaries and mercenaries who settled their grudges privately, but the Devouring Beast Mercenary Group seemed to have kicked them together.

On the iron plate.

The mercenaries each returned to their seats and sat down, but they still stared at Black Hawk and his group, trying to guess which mercenary group they belonged to.

"Bah bang bang..." A burst of lonely applause rang out, and then a voice came over: "Captain Black Eagle, you are really making a lot of noise in my place."

A middle-aged mercenary with yellow skin walked down, with a face that could not be concealed. He was a Gurkha mercenary, only about 175cm tall. In terms of body shape and appearance, he was the same as the Chinese.

Similar, but more Indian.

The most famous people in Nepal are the Gurkha mercenaries. They are the strongest warriors and are good at using Nepalese machetes. They are not tall and extremely fierce. For two centuries, most young men of the Gurkha ethnic group can use the sword.

Those who choose to go out as mercenaries have a lifelong creed: It is better to die than to live cowardly.

Fighting for money all year round, the Gurkha mercenaries have become famous and have become one of the largest mercenary organizations in the world. Their loyal nature and fearless fighting skills make them the choice of employers.

There are only heroes who die in battle and no cowards who survive. Gurkha mercenaries regard dying in battle as the greatest honor. It is this honor that makes them the most outstanding mercenaries.

Black Eagle held his head high and waited quietly for the Gurkha mercenary to come down, with a battle flame on his face that was baptized by the flames of war.

The Gurkha mercenary walked up to Black Eagle and stared at him with a pair of fierce eyes, revealing murderous intent.

Zhao Ziyang and others behind him stared at the mercenary and prepared to attack.

With a "pop" sound, Black Eagle and the Gurkha mercenary suddenly hugged each other tightly, with cheerful smiles on their faces at the same time.

"Hahaha, Black Eagle, why are you so fat now? Are the girls in Washington making it impossible for you to move?"

"Hey, Earl, I still like your sister better, but you always hide your sister, hahaha..."

"Hahahaha...old man!"

The two laughed loudly and hugged each other again.

This is a pair of old comrades-in-arms, with men's tears shining in each other's eyes.

The two let go, punched each other's strong chests hard, and slapped their two rough hands together hard.

"I'm happy today, drinking as much as I can, and all the expenses are mine." The count waved to the mercenaries in the hall, patted Black Eagle on the shoulder and said, "Let's go up."

Zhao Ziyang and his group followed behind and walked towards the second floor. The mercenaries in the hall cheered and drank heavily.

Obviously, the earl has the greatest power here and controls the order here. Gurkha mercenaries are honored guests wherever they go, let alone among small mercenary groups.
Chapter completed!