Walking up to the second floor where the count was, everyone sat down one after another.

The second floor is still a hall, but the conditions of this hall are much better than the hall on the first floor. At least it is a luxury in Afghanistan. Air conditioning, TV, computer, flowers, murals are all available, and the floor is also covered with local pure wool.

Handmade rugs.

"This is Earl, my life and death brother who used to be in the OP special team." Black Hawk introduced the team members.

The earl clasped his hands together and saluted Zhao Ziyang and others using Nepalese etiquette. This is the most basic etiquette for Nepalese people. In their country, even if they meet a stranger, they will habitually use this Buddhist etiquette to greet them.

Zhao Ziyang and others followed the count's example and clasped their hands in return.

"Earl, this is the deputy captain Night Rose, and these are Pandora, Blade, Swart, Mandala, Sickle Hand, 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.

"Not bad, not bad!" The count nodded repeatedly, pointed to his own yellow skin, then pointed to Zhao Ziyang's yellow skin, and winked mischievously at Zhao Ziyang.

This blinking action was caught in people's eyes, and they couldn't help but feel a little funny. Because the count's naughty look didn't match his fierce cheeks at all, and there was an unspeakable sense of humor.

"Hahaha..." Black Eagle laughed loudly, pointed at the earl and said: "You boy, you are still the same as before. Stop talking nonsense, I have something to discuss with you this time."

Before even a few words of greetings were exchanged, Black Hawk got straight to the point and explained his future intentions to the count.

"Damn it, I knew you had no good intentions for me. I haven't seen you for more than ten years and you still have a hot temper." The count laughed and cursed, then straightened his face and said: "If you need weapons, I will provide you with weapons. If you need money, I will provide them."

I'll provide you with as much money as you need. I'm afraid not many of our team will survive back then. We were once the closest brothers in life and death."

This sentence was said simply and neatly, but Zhao Ziyang had a different taste when he heard this sentence: the closest brothers in life and death... It seems that this time's help is to fill up the former comrades-in-arms friendship, 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 won’t be a dime less.”

The Earl was slightly silent after hearing what Black Hawk said, but he still happily agreed.

"No problem!" The count moved his eyes away from Black Hawk's face, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He thought for a moment and said to Black Hawk: "Old man, I can be hired by you to complete any task.

But I have to remind you."

"Say." Black Eagle smiled slightly, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the count, and sat there quietly listening.

"Your mercenary group should operate in a different way, otherwise it will disappear from the mercenary world sooner or later. And you will be the first to die." The Earl took a big sip of a cigarette, his face full of sincerity.

Anyone could see that the earl was admonishing Black Hawk.

"No!" Black Eagle said firmly: "We lurkers have our own beliefs and will never serve a powerful country!"

Not only Black Eagle looked determined, but also An Qier and the others, except Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang has always been very confused and confused about the belief of lurkers. They are mercenaries, they are not saviors. Mercenaries should do what mercenaries do. Whoever pays them serves whoever they pay, and they only serve the third party.

The countries of the world will suffer a devastating blow sooner or later.

Any game has its own rules. The rules of the mercenary world are to serve money. Once you have your own belief in fighting, it will become a fixed camp. This fixed camp of pure military power will be attacked immediately.

Every member of the Lurker is outstanding in the mercenary world, but it can never compete with a country. It is a good thing for a mercenary group to condense spiritual beliefs, but some beliefs are a double-edged sword.

"Black Hawk, you have to understand that in this world, strong countries will always speak. I think you can change your thinking and try to get along with European and American countries. Maybe you can..."

"Shut up!" Black Eagle suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointed at the earl and yelled: "Have you forgotten the sixteen comrades who died? Have you forgotten how the government treated us? You were a former soldier.

Where has my pride gone? No matter what, I will not bow to a strong country, even if I die."

"Hahaha, boss, drink a glass of water. Don't tell me that you won't bow your head. I, the young gambling god in Las Vegas, am the first one not to bow his head. Sit down, sit down, don't get angry, hahaha..." The sharp blade

Hand Black Hawk a glass of water to calm Black Hawk's outburst of anger.

There were complicated emotions in the count's eyes. He put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and rubbed his cheek vigorously.

"Let's talk about the mission." The count looked at Black Hawk and chose to avoid the topic.

It could be seen from his eyes that the count was admonishing Black Hawk from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the life-and-death comrades-in-arms relationship between the two, he would never have said such words.

"Huh..." Black Eagle took a deep breath, patted the earl on the shoulder and said: "You and I have different pursuits. Your responsibility is to make money with the Gurkhas and return to Nepal alive. I understand."

"Hahaha..." The Earl smiled dryly, nodded to soothe his emotions and said, "Put the mission aside for now, let's have a good chat?"

"Talk about your sister?" Black Eagle burst out from his mouth.

"Hahahaha..." The two looked at each other and laughed, then walked out arm-in-arm like young people.

The two people were left with time to reminisce, and the other members of the mercenary group also relaxed temporarily. It would take some time for the Norwegian army to bypass Africa and enter Afghanistan in order to deceive others. This period of time just gave the lurkers a chance to prepare.

In view of the fact that Norway hired a large number of defender mercenaries this time, the lurkers had to find a relatively reliable ally to help implement this mission. Although they are all elites, they have too few manpower, and other mercenary groups are also all over the world.

There is simply no way to spare more manpower for a task.

The purpose of finding the count this time was to let them restrain the defender mercenaries head-on, and then the lurkers successfully completed the sniper attack on the Norwegian army.

In short, the lurkers are very embarrassed. The lack of personnel forces them to find other mercenary groups for help in such tasks. However, their threshold will not be lowered. This is the only criterion to ensure combat effectiveness.

However, in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, he felt that it was a bit pedantic. Sometimes, there is strength in numbers. This is what Mao Zedong said, and it has strong tactical significance and truth. The advantage of defeating the enemy with a small number of elite troops is a special force.

The essence of combat lies in the fact that all special forces come out, and this becomes a confrontation between elites. The greater number of people will naturally give them an absolute advantage.

A group of people were drinking wine and chatting with each other in the lobby on the first floor.

After seeing Zhao Ziyang and the others arriving, other mercenary groups in the hall chose to make room for them.

Strong men in the mercenary world are respected, and those who are disrespected will not live long. There are no legal restrictions between them, there are only some general rules that mercenaries need to abide by.

For example, when a group of mercenaries gather at a mercenary assembly area, if the two sides have any grudges, they can resolve them on the spot. The prerequisite is that guns are not allowed. No one will care if you use intercontinental missiles out of this place.

In addition to encountering and fighting each other on the battlefield, mercenaries and mercenaries usually avoid each other in private and try not to cause friction with each other.

Hatred is important, 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 obtain these weapons, they will

Day of destruction: Countries will not allow them to possess weapons of mass destruction.

"Angel." Zhao Ziyang squeezed to Angel's side.

But when Angel saw him coming, she got up and walked to another place without leaving any face for him.

Zhao Ziyang, who had no idea where he had offended An Qier, patted his head and followed her, feeling a bit like a stalker.

"Hush -" a loud whistle sounded, and I don't know which mercenary blew it at Angel.

There is no way, Angel is too beautiful, and she is the center of attention no matter where she goes. There used to be many mercenaries dueling for Angel. They lost with depressed faces, and won with bruises and bruises, and were beaten by Angel.

This little girl's vision is very high, and most people can't even look down on her.

"Go educate that uneducated guy!" Angel pointed at the direction where the whistle came from and said to Zhao Ziyang.

"Understood." Zhao Ziyang immediately walked towards the group of mercenaries like a thug, with a fierce look on his face.

Normally, he would not act as a thug for Angel, but now he has another problem to talk to Angel. When asking for help, he has to lower his attitude a little. Who knows that Angel is a woman who takes softness but not hardness.

"Hey, come out!" Zhao Ziyang pointed at a mercenary and shouted loudly.

Someone is causing trouble again!

The mercenaries who feared that the world would be in chaos immediately started to scream. Their favorite program was watching fights. This was a project that could relax them. Of course, if there were women, they would be more willing to look for them after the explosion.

relaxation.

"I bet the special forces will win." Daofeng took out a handful of dollars and said to the others in Omo.

"Tch..." A group of mercenaries charged at the blade at the same time and extended their middle fingers.

Maybe they didn't believe in Zhao Ziyang so much before, but now they are sure that Zhao Ziyang will win, even if another polar bear like Omo appears.

"Hey guys, do you want to play two games?" Dao Feng stood up and raised the U.S. dollars in his hands and shouted loudly: "Let the thin Chinese guy fight with this guy who is as strong as an African lion. The Chinese guy will pay ten for one.

, the African Lion pays two for one, is there anyone coming?"

In addition to women, the mercenaries also drank and gambled. When they saw someone suddenly starting a gambling game, their interest was immediately aroused.

Someone immediately dropped money on a small wine table brought by Blade to place bets. Judging from the amount of bets, Zhao Ziyang was obviously not favored. There were only a few scattered U.S. bills, and most of them were standing under Zhao Ziyang's provocation.

On the sturdy mercenary who got up.

This mercenary is a black man, nearly two meters tall, a head taller than Zhao Ziyang, with explosive muscles all over his body. At first glance, he is a mercenary known for his strength. In comparison, Zhao Ziyang looks extremely thin, of course.

This is relatively speaking.

An Qier glanced at Zhao Ziyang, then walked out of the hall with a cold face, not knowing why she was angry again.

"Gahba, gahba..." A burst of bone crackling sounded from the black mercenaries, once again making the mercenaries look down on the thin Zhao Ziyang.

The crackling bones prove that they have experienced various kinds of fighting, and their muscles and joints have been expanded to the greatest extent. To put it simply, such people are good at physical close combat.

"Daofeng, keep my share of the money!" Zhao Ziyang, who saw An Qier walking out, told Daofeng and chased after her.

"Hey, hey, hey, the gambling has begun!" Daofeng shouted to Zhao Ziyang anxiously.

Zhao Ziyang didn't care about the gambling. He had to figure out why this little girl Angel was angry. There was something abnormal about this German girl, something was wrong, something very wrong. When he walked up to the second floor where the count was, everyone sat down one after another.

The second floor is still a hall, but the conditions of this hall are much better than the hall on the first floor. At least it is a luxury in Afghanistan. Air conditioning, TV, computer, flowers, murals are all available, and the floor is also covered with local pure wool.

Handmade rugs.

"This is Earl, my life and death brother who used to be in the OP special team." Black Hawk introduced the team members.

The earl clasped his hands together and saluted Zhao Ziyang and others using Nepalese etiquette. This is the most basic etiquette for Nepalese people. In their country, even if they meet a stranger, they will habitually use this Buddhist etiquette to greet them.

Zhao Ziyang and others followed the count's example and clasped their hands in return.

"Earl, this is the deputy commander Night Rose, and these are Pandora, Blade, Swart, Mandala, Sickle Hand, 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.

"Not bad, not bad!" The count nodded repeatedly, pointed to his own yellow skin, then pointed to Zhao Ziyang's yellow skin, and winked mischievously at Zhao Ziyang.

This blinking action was caught in people's eyes, and they couldn't help but feel a little funny. Because the count's naughty look didn't match his fierce cheeks at all, and there was an unspeakable sense of humor.

"Hahaha..." Black Eagle laughed loudly, pointed at the earl and said: "You boy, you are still the same as before. Stop talking nonsense, I have something to discuss with you this time."

Before even a few words of greetings were exchanged, Black Hawk got straight to the point and explained his future intentions to the count.

"Damn it, I knew your kid had no good intentions with me. I haven't seen you for more than ten years and you still have a hot temper." The count laughed and cursed, then straightened his face and said: "If you need weapons, I will provide you with weapons. If you need money, I will provide them."

I'll provide you with as much money as you need. I'm afraid not many of our team will survive back then. We were once the closest brothers in life and death."

This sentence was said simply and neatly, but Zhao Ziyang had a different taste when he heard this sentence: the closest brothers in life and death... It seems that this time's help is to fill up the former comrades-in-arms friendship, 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 won’t be a dime less.”

The Earl was slightly silent after hearing what Black Hawk said, but he still happily agreed.

"No problem!" The count moved his eyes away from Black Hawk's face, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He thought for a moment and said to Black Hawk: "Old man, I can be hired by you to complete any task.

But I have to remind you."

"Say." Black Eagle smiled slightly, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the count, and sat there quietly listening.

"Your mercenary group should operate in a different way, otherwise it will disappear from the mercenary world sooner or later. And you will be the first to die." The Earl took a big sip of a cigarette, his face full of sincerity.

Anyone could see that the earl was admonishing Black Hawk.

"No!" Black Eagle said firmly: "We lurkers have our own beliefs and will never serve a powerful country!"

Not only Black Eagle looked determined, but also An Qier and the others, except Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang has always been very confused and puzzled by the belief of lurkers. They are mercenaries, they are not saviors. Mercenaries should do what mercenaries do. They serve whoever pays them and only serve the third party.

The countries of the world will suffer a devastating blow sooner or later.

Any game has its own rules. The rules of the mercenary world are to serve money. Once you have your own belief in fighting, it will become a fixed camp. This fixed camp of pure military power will be attacked immediately.

Every member of the Lurker is outstanding in the mercenary world, but it can never compete with a country. It is a good thing for a mercenary group to condense spiritual beliefs, but some beliefs are a double-edged sword.

"Black Hawk, you have to understand that in this world, strong countries will always speak. I think you can change your thinking and try to get along with European and American countries. Maybe you can..."

"Shut up!" Black Eagle suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointed at the earl and yelled: "Have you forgotten the sixteen comrades who died? Have you forgotten how the government treated us? You were a former soldier.

Where has my pride gone? No matter what, I will not bow to a strong country, even if I die."

"Hahaha, boss, drink a glass of water. Don't tell me that you won't bow your head. I, the young gambling god in Las Vegas, am the first one not to bow his head. Sit down, sit down, don't get angry, hahaha..." The sharp blade

Hand Black Hawk a glass of water to calm Black Hawk's outburst of anger.

There were complicated emotions in the count's eyes. He put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and rubbed his cheek vigorously.

"Let's talk about the mission." The count looked at Black Hawk and chose to avoid the topic.

It could be seen from his eyes that the count was admonishing Black Hawk from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the life-and-death comrades-in-arms relationship between the two, he would never have said such words.

"Huh..." Black Eagle took a deep breath, patted the earl on the shoulder and said: "You and I have different pursuits. Your responsibility is to make money with the Gurkhas and return to Nepal alive. I understand."

"Hehehe..." The earl smiled dryly, nodded to soothe his emotions and said, "Put the mission aside for now, let's have a good chat?"

"Talk about your sister?" Black Eagle burst out from his mouth.

"Hahahaha..." The two looked at each other and laughed, then walked out arm-in-arm like young people.

The two people were left with time to reminisce, and the other members of the mercenary group also relaxed temporarily. It would take some time for the Norwegian army to bypass Africa and enter Afghanistan in order to deceive others. This period of time just gave the lurkers a chance to prepare.

In view of the fact that Norway hired a large number of defender mercenaries this time, the lurkers had to find a relatively reliable ally to help implement this mission. Although they are all elites, they have too few manpower, and other mercenary groups are also all over the world.

There is simply no way to spare more manpower for a task.

The purpose of finding the count this time was to let them restrain the defender mercenaries head-on, and then the lurkers successfully completed the sniper attack on the Norwegian army.

In short, the lurkers are very embarrassed. The lack of personnel forces them to find other mercenary groups for help in such tasks. However, their threshold will not be lowered. This is the only criterion to ensure combat effectiveness.

However, in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, he felt that it was a bit pedantic. Sometimes, there is strength in numbers. This is what Mao Zedong said, and it has strong tactical significance and truth. The advantage of defeating the enemy with a small number of elite troops is a special force.

The essence of combat lies in the fact that all special forces come out, and this becomes a confrontation between elites. The greater number of people will naturally give them an absolute advantage.

A group of people were drinking wine and chatting with each other in the lobby on the first floor.

After seeing Zhao Ziyang and the others arriving, other mercenary groups in the hall chose to make room for them.

Strong men in the mercenary world are respected, and those who are disrespected will not live long. There are no legal restrictions between them, there are only some general rules that mercenaries need to abide by.

For example, when a group of mercenaries gather at a mercenary assembly area, if the two sides have any grudges, they can resolve them on the spot. The prerequisite is that guns are not allowed. No one will care if you use intercontinental missiles out of this place.

In addition to encountering and fighting each other on the battlefield, mercenaries and mercenaries usually avoid each other in private and try not to cause friction with each other.

Hatred is important, 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 obtain these weapons, they will

Day of destruction: Countries will not allow them to possess weapons of mass destruction.

"Angel." Zhao Ziyang squeezed to Angel's side.

But when Angel saw him coming, she got up and walked to another place without leaving any face for him.

Zhao Ziyang, who had no idea where he had offended An Qier, patted his head and followed her, feeling a bit like a stalker.

"Hush -" a loud whistle sounded, and I don't know which mercenary blew it at Angel.

There is no way, Angel is too beautiful, and she is the center of attention no matter where she goes. There used to be many mercenaries dueling for Angel. They lost with depressed faces, and won with bruises and bruises, and were beaten by Angel.

This little girl's vision is very high, and most people can't even look down on her.

"Go educate that uneducated guy!" Angel pointed at the direction where the whistle came from and said to Zhao Ziyang.

"Understood." Zhao Ziyang immediately walked towards the group of mercenaries like a thug, with a fierce look on his face.

Normally, he would not act as a thug for Angel, but now he has another problem to talk to Angel. When asking for help, he has to lower his attitude a little. Who knows that Angel is a woman who takes softness but not hardness.

"Hey, come out!" Zhao Ziyang pointed at a mercenary and shouted loudly.

Someone is causing trouble again!

The mercenaries who feared that the world would be in chaos immediately started to scream. Their favorite program was watching fights. This was a project that could relax them. Of course, if there were women, they would be more willing to look for them after the explosion.

relaxation.

"I bet the special forces will win." Daofeng took out a handful of dollars and said to the others in Omo.

"Tch..." A group of mercenaries charged at the blade at the same time and extended their middle fingers.

Maybe they didn't believe in Zhao Ziyang so much before, but now they are sure that Zhao Ziyang will win, even if another polar bear like Omo appears.

"Hey guys, do you want to play two games?" Dao Feng stood up and raised the U.S. dollars in his hands and shouted loudly: "Let the thin Chinese guy fight with this guy who is as strong as an African lion. The Chinese guy will pay ten for one.

, the African Lion pays two for one, is there anyone coming?"

In addition to women, the mercenaries also drank and gambled. When they saw someone suddenly starting a gambling game, their interest was immediately aroused.

Someone immediately placed money on a small wine table brought by Blade to place bets. Judging from the amount of bets, Zhao Ziyang was obviously not favored. There were only a few scattered US dollars, and most of them were standing under Zhao Ziyang's provocation.

On the sturdy mercenary who got up.

This mercenary is a black man, nearly two meters tall, a head taller than Zhao Ziyang, with explosive muscles all over his body. At first glance, he is a mercenary known for his strength. In comparison, Zhao Ziyang looks extremely thin, of course.

This is relatively speaking.

An Qier glanced at Zhao Ziyang, then walked out of the hall with a cold face, not knowing why she was angry again.

"Gahba, gahba..." A burst of bones sounded from the black mercenaries, once again making the mercenaries look down on the thin Zhao Ziyang.

The crackling bones prove that they have experienced various kinds of fighting, and their muscles and joints have been expanded to the greatest extent. Simply put, such people are good at physical close combat.

"Daofeng, keep my share of the money!" Zhao Ziyang, who saw An Qier walking out, told Daofeng and chased after her.

"Hey, hey, hey, the gambling has begun!" Daofeng shouted to Zhao Ziyang anxiously.
Chapter completed!