This American with a shaved American pot head, a simple Ranger green tight-fitting vest on his upper body, a strong physique, and several soldier plaques hanging around his neck is the owner of this manor, Hans Wolsen.
Hans Wolsen once served in the 160th Aviation Combat Regiment of the United States. The "Night Stalkers" of the 160th Aviation Combat Regiment of the United States is the only aviation unit of the U.S. Army Special Operations Forces. The unit was formerly the 159th Aviation Regiment established in 1977.
Battalion D Company is a helicopter support unit created to support night special operations. In 1981, it was reorganized into the "160th Aviation Battalion" and deployed to the Fort Campbell Army Base in Kentucky, USA. Later, the size of the unit gradually expanded and developed into
The size of the regiment was changed to the "160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment" in May 1990.
American soldiers have the habit of wearing soldier tags, which are engraved with the soldier's rank, date of birth, place of birth, blood type and other information. Each soldier has a master card and a pair of two soldier cards. The long chain master card is related to the life and death of the owner of the soldier card.
Subsequently, the short-chain deck of cards is taken away by the comrades after the soldier dies.
Among the many soldier cards that Hans hung on his chest, except for his own one and a pair of two soldier cards, the rest belonged to his dead comrades.
Twelve years ago, Hans's unit received instructions from their superiors to perform a night support mission. After they successfully covered the evacuation of special forces trapped in enemy-occupied areas, they were surrounded by enemy soldiers dozens of times their size. And in
At this time, the commander of that operation, considering the international impact, abandoned Hans' troops in enemy-occupied territory.
An entire platoon of soldiers was killed except Hans. Hans could not take away their bodies, but could only take away the deck of their soldier cards.
After escaping from enemy territory, Hans did not return to the United States, but became a mercenary. After a big quarrel with the executives of his original military contracting company five years ago, Hans took a few people with him
He left the company and started his own business as a military contractor. His business scope was mainly in East Africa. Whether it was government troops or anti-government armed forces, as long as they could give Hans a price that made Hans' heart beat, he would take over their business.
Today Hans can behead the leader of the anti-government armed forces for the government forces; tomorrow he can also assassinate important government officials for the anti-government armed forces.
In five years, Hans has grown from an assault team to its current size. Now Hans has more than a hundred armed personnel, and also owns a "Kestrel" armed helicopter, three armored vehicles, and several
An unknown variety of light and heavy weapons.
Hans's original military contracting company also sent people to recruit Hans again, but those company representatives sent to negotiate peace with Hans were all thrown into the crocodile pond behind the manor by Hans; Hans's approach
Undoubtedly, the company's top management was offended, and the company also sent armed forces to annihilate Hans. However, over the years, Hans had built this place as airtight as an iron barrel, and all the armed forces that invaded the manor eventually became
Crocodile food rations in the crocodile pond.
It can be said that in East Africa, Hans can definitely be regarded as a character and a ruthless character.
Cherubian looked at Hans, who was leaning on the chair with his eyes slightly closed and his face a little ferocious, but more of an expression of enjoyment. He pulled out the chair at hand and sat down. He didn't say anything and waited quietly.
Hans let out a low growl in his throat, and then his body trembled slightly. Then he slowly opened his eyes, reached out and patted the woman kneeling under the table, and said: "Go, honey, I will entertain you well tonight."
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Then a girl with a hot figure and sexy clothes came out from under the tablecloth. She stuck out her tongue and rolled a strand of milky white liquid hanging on her lips into her mouth. She then glanced at Cherubeus and Cherub, who were sitting at the other end of the table.
Wu Yun gave Hans a wink, twisted his body and went upstairs, leaving the hall.
"It's boring to wait, so..." Hans spread his hands towards Cherubhi and Wu Yun who were sitting opposite him, not feeling embarrassed at all by what he had just done.
"As a man, I can understand."
The angel of wisdom nodded indifferently, paid back the money with his life, hung his head on his waistband, and mercenaries who lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife need to tighten their nerves all the time, and if they do this for a long time, they will collapse, so
They will use some methods to vent their anger, such as marijuana or women.
Some military contracting companies have specially trained some women to provide special services to the company's mercenaries, so that the company's "money printing machines" can have a chance to rest and relax.
Hans snapped his fingers at an armed man standing behind him, took a cigar from his hand, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath, letting the pungent gas containing nicotine roll in his lungs.
After a lap, I spit it into the air with great enjoyment.
"Authentic Cuban cigars, don't you want one?" Hans said to Cherubeus and Wu Yun.
"First of all, I don't know how to smoke; secondly, I don't want to die in an unknown way." Cherubeus said to Hans very bluntly.
"Bah bang bang!"
Hans chewed a cigar in his mouth, clapped his hands, and said to Cherubim: "I like your straightforwardness. Well, let's have the Cherubim and Dark Angels of Dark Moon come in person and tell us your purpose.
I have to believe that you have come all the way here just to watch a woman do that kind of thing for me."
Cherubian took out a photo from his coat pocket, placed it on the table, tapped the photo with his fingers, and then flicked the photo towards Hans.
Snapped!
Hans reached out and pressed down the photo that bounced towards him, took his palm away, and looked at the photo. When Hans saw the person in the photo, his face suddenly became twisted and ferocious, and fire almost burst out of his eyes.
The man in the photo was burned to ashes.
"Do you remember him?" Cherubim asked Hans.
"Even if he burns to ashes, I can still recognize him." Hans threw the cigar in his hand that he had only smoked a few puffs on the ground, and said through gritted teeth: "Timothy Paulson!! That's why!
Bastard, you made me lose all my things, and my cold body still cannot return to my own country!"
"In a week, he will attend the financial summit in Europe." Cherubeus said to Hans: "If you want to avenge your dead brothers, this is an excellent opportunity for you! I plan
After doing one operation, I think we can cooperate once."
"Are you so sure that I will definitely agree to you?" Hans raised his eyes and looked at Cherubim and asked.