"Sleep, there must be a fierce battle waiting for us later!" Machete lay on the bed, "Take all your time to rest and maintain your physical strength."
For soldiers, there is no better place to sleep than barracks. Although they are mercenaries, most of them are soldiers.
The machete was the first to wake up. This sleep was very comfortable. It was almost dark, and the griffin was nowhere to be found. The ghost was standing from the window and looking out.
The ghost has been awake all the time. He usually sleeps very little. No matter how tired he is, as long as he sleeps for a while, he will be extremely energetic. And even if he is sleeping, he is very sensitive to the changes in the nearby environment. His ear power is very good, and he will maintain seven-point alertness even during deep sleep, so there are other people in his time team. People will feel very safe.
There is also a griffin that has a similar "function" to the ghost. It is intuitive, highly alert, silent, and the strangest thing is its disguise ability. If you don't turn on the light in a room, you can't feel his existence at all.
He walked over and followed the ghost's gaze, only to see Captain Allen and Deputy Captain Mountain Wolf standing downstairs and saying something.
The captain I haven't seen for a long time, Alan the Orc, wore a decent suit, but the tie was still casually tied around his neck like a straw rope as usual. Chongquan once used a name from his hometown to describe the captain's tie as "dog rope", with his messy hair and pale face, typical The image of a depressed businessman.
The deputy captain, the mountain wolf, was still full of military uniforms, but this time he wore the A-class uniform of the U.S. military and had the rank of captain. The clothes fit well and looked very powerful.
"Can't the captain change his clothes?" The machete said in a low voice.
"I bet he doesn't like to wear suits." The gambler sat up from the bed. In fact, he had already woken up, but he didn't get up, and so did most of the others.
No one cared about the gambler. The bunk of fear was by the window. He sat up and looked out of the window: "It seems that it has been agreed."
"How do you know?" The giant closed his eyes and asked.
"Looking at the clothes of the mountain wolf, he must have participated in the combat meeting here. Not everyone can wear this kind of clothes." At this time, the griffin appeared at the door. Except for the ghost, everyone looked at the door in unanimously. He continued, "The reason why he was able to wear it was mostly because of the shame of the old beauty. They felt that the appearance of mercenaries was not recognized as combat effectiveness, but they did not dare to risk failure, so they wore it for the mountain wolf. Wearing their clothes, we were the U.S. soldiers before departure, and after departure, we were a group of abandoned hungry wolves. We went out to succeed for them desperately. They sat and enjoyed their success. They publicized the strength of the U.S. military. Failure would also be counted as their casualties. The aftercare work was better handled, without the pressure of domestic public opinion. Shi did not give the enemy any excuse, so our success and failure will not have too much impact on them and even the whole war. Anyway, it's already a mess. Let's try it. The only difference is that the amount of commission we get will be different depending on success or failure. In addition, the deceased can't hold a lot of banknotes. Go to the beach to pick up girls!"
"Hi, buddy, it seems that you are very pessimistic." The gentleman said.
"It's not pessimism, but facts." The griffin went back to his bunk and lay down and stopped talking. When others were sleeping, he didn't know where he was. When everyone woke up, he lay still. When he came out, he would never be in the same tone as everyone except for the battle.
"Listening to your tone means that we know what our mission is this time." The ghost said without returning.
"It's very simple. If you go out and have a look, you will know what makes the generals anxious." Griffin closed his eyes and said, "Do you remember the TV report just now?"
"Sadiman, hostages, ultimatum." The ghost said several keywords.
"Yes, after the failure of the rescue operation, the Americans no longer have the confidence to organize another rescue operation, that's why we appeared." It was the captain who came in with the voice, and behind him was the mountain wolf.
There was only a rumbling sound. The people in the room stood up at the same time, moving neatly. A group of seemingly lazy people resumed their military behavior at this time, well-trained and did not procrastinate.
Alan, the orc, swept over the crowd with his seemingly sleepy eyes: "Relax, boys." He sat down on his own and took out an exquisite small jug from his arms and took a sip, and a strong whiskey smell quickly spread in the air.
The wolf patted the document in his hands and said, "The task this time is to rescue the six United Nations officials detained by Sadiman. They are detained in the Luscani government building. A nearly 10,000 troops and countless guerrillas are guarded outside. The city is full of armed mobles and armed men."
At this moment, a dense gunfire came from afar. The mountain wolf looked at the table: "In order to cooperate with our operation, the opposition and the government army have begun to launch an attack on Luscany from two directions to attract troops to the maximum extent to hold Sadiman's army. The attack will last until dawn tomorrow, so we don't care about completing the task and No, we have to withdraw before dawn, otherwise we can only fight alone until death.
"So this is a very dangerous task." Alan, the orc, took another sip of wine and said, "Everyone should be prepared. I don't want to send a death notice to anyone's family."
The mountain wolf continued: "After two hours of operation, in order not to give Sadiman the excuse to execute hostages, the U.S. military will not provide us with any help in the process of entering Luscani. Everything can only be done by ourselves. If the operation is successful, the U.S. military will send helicopters to respond to us. If it fails, we can only figure it out by ourselves. Come out."
"That is to say, we are experimental victims." Gambler's way.
The mountain wolf nodded: "Yes, we will not be recognized by any party without support, supplies and transportation."
"So what do we have?" Fear asked loudly.
"Reward." The mountain wolf looked at everyone's faces and said, "The reward for this mission is that we will get a million dollars for each hostage rescued. If all six hostages are rescued safely, we will get another four million dollars in bonus. The additional task is to kill Sadiman, and the reward is to get Sadiman's half-year mining rights in the largest diamond mine in the north. "
"The reward is indeed generous, but the difficulty is also surprisingly high." The griffin said, "I want to know why I took on such an almost impossible task!" Griffin's question and others also want to know the answer.
"Good question." Alan the Orc stood up and said, "In fact, we can completely refuse this task, but in order to consolidate the fragile relationship between us and the U.S. military, I still accepted this task. Although I have a lot of connections in the U.S. military, it does not help us to get more tasks. You know that I was fired because of a mistake. Except for military status, the connections in the U.S. military are not good, which is also the main reason why the tasks we got from the U.S. military before were very hard, but the remuneration was not high!"