Chapter 10 009, Peacekeeping Barracks (01)

The tasks accepted by mercenaries do not care about justice, but we should understand that we are not butchers.

——Griffin

If the ghost wants to get rid of the enemy, he can always find a way to make the enemy helpless. He can even imitate the traces of wild animals to cover himself. In jungle combat, as long as he is almost not worried about being attacked by others, the enemy can be found by him if he is far away.

Everything was safe all the way. When they returned to the village, the others were ready to evacuate. They had to follow the team to the assembly place.

"Guerrilla boy, I know you must be fine." The giant stretched out his big hand and patted the ghost on the shoulder.

"Of course." The ghost nodded arrogantly and then pointed to half of his face that had been bandaged and said, "How are your ears?"

"What else can I do?" The giant shook his head with some displeass, "There is only one-third left."

"I went to France to have a repair. Although it is not as pleasing to the eye, it is better than not to look good.

"Let's talk about it again." The giant shook his head. In fact, he didn't care how ugly he had become, but just felt that he was unlucky.

The assembly point arrived soon. The machete looked at the time. They were half an hour ahead of time. After assigning a warning post, the others rested in place. Although this is a control area of the rebels, it is not safe. After all, the country is in the **** period, with factions and friction between all parties, so it's better to be careful. Good.

"Machete, where are we going?" The gentleman asked.

"Monibia, the mountain wolf didn't say the specific task, but it seems to be a big deal." The machete said while wiping his Kur machete. I don't know how many people have been killed by this knife after him for many years.

"Monibia? I remember that there are peacekeeping troops over there. The gentleman leaned against the tree and looked at the crown. "There is also a civil war there. I don't know who the employer will be."

"No matter who he is, the price is enough for me to serve Satan." The ripper Sergei patted his black crocodile sword and said.

"The task we accept is not justice, but we should understand that we are not butchers." The griffin looked at the sky in the distance and whispered, "We are just chasing money, not killing."

"We are mercenaries, not peacekeepers. Killing is our job." The ripper glanced at the griffin with disdain.

"Here we go." The ghost stood up and looked at the southern sky, "One Black Hawk and Two Apache."

"Come on, I know you have a good ear." The giant rolled his eyes and said, "You don't have to show your ability."

"Apachi? U.S. military helicopter?" Fear followed the ghost's gaze, but saw nothing.

"Yes, it's the U.S. military. This time we're going to work for the Americans. They'll send helicopters to pick us up." The machete stood up and said, "Everyone, pay attention and get ready to board the plane."

"U.S. military... It seems that this task is not simple and difficult." The gentleman tightened his backpack to get ready.

"Why?" The giant took out half a cigar and sniffed under the nose of the house. "Is it because the U.S. military can't do it that they gave it to us?"

"It must be a task that the U.S. military can't take." The gentleman paused and looked at Yuankong, "Some people are playing."

Soon, three small black dots appeared on the top of the tree, and the roar of the helicopter came from far and near. It was indeed a "Black Hawk" transport helicopter and two Apache armed helicopters.

After Apache circled in the air for a while to eliminate the potential danger, the "Black Hawk" slowly descended. The hatch opened, but the heavy fist stood on the helicopter and waved to everyone.

"Boy, are you the welcome lady?" The giant punched him when he got on the plane.

"No, I'm a servant." Chongquan said with a big smile.

"Where is the captain?" The machete patted him on the shoulder, "Why didn't he come?"

"Negotiate with the bosses in the peacekeeping barracks with the deputy captain. I'm here to pick you up on their behalf." Seeing that everyone had boarded the plane and knocked heavily on the cockpit, "Let's go."

The helicopter took off, and everyone in the airport sat down. The griffin asked, "Is the mission in the Persian Gulf going well?"

"Fortunately, we are all alive." HE PUNCHED OUT A STRIDER-D9 SWORD, "MY TROIT ORIGINALLY BELONGED TO MAL KNO, BUT NOW HE BELONGS TO ME."

"Kono of the Black Knight? Did you get rid of him?" The griffin took the saber and said, "He's a madman. You actually killed him?"

"Yes, I was killed by my grenade. If you like it, I will give it to you."

The griffin smiled and returned the general's sword to him: "Gentlemen don't take away people's love. You can keep it. It's your honor."

"By the way, the family called and said that the results of your daughter's review came out. She has fully recovered without any sequelae." He put away the military sword with a heavy fist. "You are on a mission. I went back early, so I answered the phone. I can't understand the half-hearted dialect of your family. I have to do it." Griffin's home is in Guangdong, and the dialect is not understandable to those foreigners who are already half-speaking Chinese.

Speaking of this, I forgot to explain that Chongquan is a Chinese. His original name is Si Yuanhang. He is a young sergeant who has joined the Black Blood for more than three years. Although he has not been in the industry for a long time, his combat ability in Black Blood is obvious to all. His background is a mystery. Captain Ben Allen knows half of it. All the procedures for joining Black Blood are Griffin and the deputy captain Mountain Wolf are in charge. It is said that he is also a veteran. No one knows what kind of troops he served in, but judging from the types of scars left on his body, he should have often carried out special operations missions before.

"That's good news. I'll go back and have a look after a while. It's been too long. I don't know what's going on with my daughter." The griffin took off his helmet and took a photo of a two- or three-year-old girl in it. He looked at the photo happily and said, "I haven't been back for more than a year."

Chongquan nodded: "I haven't been back to see my parents for a long time. Let's go home for the Spring Festival at the end of the year."