Just Like Water

Gao Yang was a military enthusiast, an ordinary one, who loved knives, guns, and adventure.
In an accident, Gao Yang found himself in Africa, where he unfortunately experienced a plane crash. Although he miraculously survived, his life henceforth was one where he could only scrape by under the muzzle of guns, for he had become a mercenary.
What heights could a military enthusiast reach in the international Mercenary World?
Please, wait and see.

Mercenary's War

Seeing that they were about to be caught, Eileen didn't dare to swerve into the alleys. Unfamiliar terrain was one reason, but if she accidentally ended up in a dead end, they'd be done for. Even if it wasn't a dead end, if the alley wasn't wide enough and only allowed them to move forward, the cars behind could just stop and take perfect aim.


The gunner on the car behind them wasn't just some amateur. Shooting while moving was a matter of luck, but shooting while stationary? There was no way they'd miss.


The machine gun couldn't hit its target anymore. Aside from the lucky initial burst, Andy He hadn't managed to hit the pursuers with any of his shots. And even if he did hit them, it wouldn't matter much.


Firing the rocket launcher inside the car was a death wish—doing so would kill everyone inside even faster and save them the hassle of running.


Gao Yang shouted desperately, "Head for the rough roads! Take the rough roads!"


Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Seventy-One Nice Touch