Allen is a mercenary, the kind who uses money to open people's heads. Wherever there is money and guns, he can be found. His boss doesn't like the term mercenary, and prefers to call his organization private military.
company, he indeed established such a company, and Allen is one of the old employees.
However, their company has no legal status and is an unregulated military organization. Although it is a bit ridiculous, mercenary companies are indeed legal, and the mercenaries they belong to are protected by international law.
As an illegal company, it's natural to do some illegal things. Whether it's invading other countries or opening fire on civilians, it's all fine. As long as your bid is high enough, the head of state will kill you.
Of course, the company has not received such an order yet. Since the alien invasion, countries around the world have suspended various struggles, and things like assassinating leaders are no longer necessary.
But this time, the boss took on a truly difficult task: raiding a nuclear arsenal. Allen and his companions thought their boss was crazy at first, and actually wanted to directly confront the army of a big country. But after the boss promised ten times the normal
After receiving the reward for the mission, they were shaken.
Although there are still many people who want money rather than money, Allen still chooses money over life. This is not an impulse, but the result of careful consideration. The target of this operation is in a very turbulent area, the guards are weak, and the boss is still
They promised to get them heavy weapons support and the assistance of non-professional mercenaries. From this point of view, they have an absolute advantage. But the problem is that the country that owns the nuclear arsenal cannot be indifferent to their actions.
If a fighter plane drops a cluster bomb, they will just GG.
"How can I make money if you are dead? Don't worry, the reinforcement employer will take care of it. You will have enough time to evacuate and will not let you die."
This is what the boss said. He is really concerned about protecting his property. He and his companions are all carefully selected veterans. Their combat capabilities are not comparable to those of the savages who chant spells and shoot at the same time. If anyone dies in battle,
All are huge losses.
So, Allen appeared in this jeep, which was filled with elites selected by each company participating in the operation. If they did a good job, then this operation would be much smoother.
Allen, who was born in the Mediterranean area, disliked the cold climate here. Looking at the dark woods outside the car window, he shrank subconsciously.
"Tell me, who is so capable that he actually wants to rob a nuclear arsenal?" The bald man driving the car seemed a little bored and took the initiative to talk to everyone.
"I don't know, but it's definitely not a terrorist organization. They shouldn't have such ability." Allen looked back at the mighty motorcade behind him and replied with certainty.
"Perhaps the United States is the boss behind the scenes, stealing the Federation's nuclear bombs, and then framing them. They are the best at this kind of thing." A small mercenary in the back seat with slightly yellow skin and a look similar to the people from the northern border of the Republic said.
"Hey, don't slander my motherland! We deal with others head-on and hard!" The tall blond man in the machine gun position in the middle was unhappy. Because there was no seat to sit on, he was very uncomfortable squatting on the steel plate.
"Return to the motherland. We no longer have a motherland. Whoever gives us money is our motherland!" The crew-cut man in another position spoke up, his voice hoarse, with a thick Rooster Republic accent.
"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he can get the money and go back alive, that's enough. The world is in such a mess now, and the more you can get, the better." Allen lit a cigarette and blew out the window.
"Yes, since those aliens came, we have had no work at all. They are much stronger than the World Alliance. I have never seen the World Alliance's peacekeeping troops successfully maintain peace." The bald driver complained.
, seemed very unhappy.
"But those aliens are so beautiful! I really want to find a few of them and have a good time! But I have never seen them in real life. Didn't they like to hang out in human society? How come I
Didn't you meet him?" The tall blond man licked his lips and said with regret.
"I've seen them in person." The man on the platform spoke in a very low tone.
"Really? Are they all as sexy as they look on TV?" The little man seemed to be interested and asked in a joking tone.
"That's right, what is it like? It must be extremely sweet, right?" The tall blond man asked anxiously, seeming to be very excited about this topic.
"It is indeed as beautiful as what you saw on TV." The crew-cut man looked forward, the focus of his eyes seemed to be far away.
"Mad, you are so lucky! Have you hooked up with them? Have you slept with them?" the blond man asked impatiently, his eyes gleaming.
"You people in the United States have such strong tastes? Do aliens also want to have sex?" The little man mocked the blond mercilessly.
The tall blond man immediately glared at him angrily: "Don't you want to have sex with them too? How can a normal man not want to have sex with them? It's okay to have opinions about my country, don't make fun of them!"
"It's very dangerous, very scary." The flat-headed man maintained his sitting position and said slowly.
"What?" X4, everyone else was puzzled by his words.
"At that time, I was working for a local warlord's army in a small country in West Africa. The goal of that mission was to seize control of a small town. We had more than fifty mercenaries and the local militia had two hundred
With multiple people, more than a dozen anti-aircraft machine gun pickup trucks, and the warlord also found two G54 tanks to support us, it should be very easy to capture that town."
The flat-headed man lowered his head, as if trying to recall the experience at that time.
"Huh? What I want to hear is the alien part. What are you talking about?" The tall blond man was stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.
Ignoring his interruption, the flat-headed man continued to whisper: "It started very smoothly, and we quickly suppressed the opponent's resistance. Although many militiamen died, after we and the tanks entered the field, the situation turned towards us.
Deflected. Those idiots were hiding in the room and firing RPGs. With their level, they couldn't hit us. However, our machine gunners were able to detect and eliminate the opponent immediately. Soon, we reached the open space in the center of the town.
, the final goal is the town government."
"Why you……"
"Don't interrupt, just listen quietly!" Allen interrupted the blond, who looked very interested in the story.
"Give me a cigarette." The flat-headed man stretched out his hand and said to the tall blond man.
"Oh." The blonde quickly took out a cigarette, lit it and handed it over.
The man on the platform took the cigarette, took a deep breath, then lowered his head and slowly exhaled the smoke. The smoke surrounded the car, and combined with the night, gave people a hazy feeling.
The man thought for a moment and continued: "Then, she appeared."