The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The two Humvees drove straight towards the westernmost mercenary garrison, but this garrison was not owned by the foreign legion, but a temporary garrison of many small mercenary groups.

The resident is an abandoned large factory building with a spacious courtyard, where the scorched earth traces left by the bomb can be clearly seen.

"This is a place where some small mercenaries are concentrated, most of them are mobs, but there are also powerful presences inside, but they are relatively low-key." Hei Ying led Zhao Ziyang and others into the station while talking.

The garrison is a self-management area, and the U.S. military does not participate in any order-maintaining activities. In fact, they are unable to maintain the order of these desperadoes. It is better to let them use some rules of the mercenary world to maintain order among themselves.

No matter what fights between mercenary groups, they will not intervene, but there is one thing that is forbidden. Guns are absolutely not allowed in mutual fights, otherwise they will be expelled by the army.

Everyone knows what the expulsion of the US military means, so the mercenaries abide by this one, and only this one.

With a sound of "squeak...", the door of the central hall of the station was pushed open by Hei Ying, and a group of people walked in behind Hei Ying.

At this time, there were many mercenaries scattered in the lobby, some were drinking, some were arm-wrestling, some were gambling, and a few mercenaries were flirting with a young lady whom they found somewhere.

Seeing Black Hawk and others walking in, these mercenaries stopped their entertainment, turned their eyes, and stared at the line of powerful strangers.

Hei Ying looked around, but didn't find the person he was looking for, so he went straight to the temporarily remodeled bar in the center of the hall.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..." The brand new combat boots made a crisp sound on the smooth ground, Black Hawk sat in front of the bar as if no one was there, took out a stack of US dollars and said on the table: "Find the Earl. "

The Westerner behind the bar, who didn't know whether it was a mercenary or a bartender, pressed the money, smiled at Black Eagle and said, "Okay, we have a lot of earls here, I'll find them all for you."

With a "click", Black Eagle stretched out his right hand like lightning to clasp the bartender's wrist, and bent the other's wrist back with a little force.

The bartender had a painful expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound, and endured it stubbornly.

"Boy, don't be glib with me. I'm looking for the Earl." Hei Ying continued to the bartender with a smile, "The money is not a tip for you, it's just that I don't feel comfortable putting it in my pocket."

"You, you..." The bartender's face was like pig's blood, and he couldn't exert any strength because of the black eagle's wrist.

Hei Ying picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then slammed it hard at the bartender's head.

With a "bang", the wine bottle exploded on the bartender's head, smashing him down neatly.

All the mercenaries around stood up at once, glaring at the black eagle who shot and hurt people indiscriminately.

"Damn, where did this bastard come from!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Break off his hands and feet and throw him into the pigsty. Damn, don't even look at where this is!"

"..."

The mercenaries cursed, they did not allow outsiders to ignore them at all.For provocation, the best way is to kill him.

"The leader still has this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang stared at the arrogant Black Eagle with wide eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

In his impression, Black Hawk is an extremely stable leader with a strong outlook on the overall situation, and he will definitely not like to cause trouble like others.

"Special soldier, don't you know?" Dao Feng licked his lips, and said with passion in his eyes: "The regiment leader has never been a person who provokes troubles, but he is not a person who provokes troubles."

The other members of Lurker were all gearing up, their eyes showing great excitement.This kind of smashing and fighting is what they like best, especially with less to win more.

"Want to fight? Please accompany me!" Hei Ying raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached out and took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles.

This sentence undoubtedly made everything clear, and they were here to find trouble.

"Come on!" A black mercenary over two meters tall roared, and rushed towards the black eagle.

Behind him were five or six sturdy mercenaries with fierce eyes.They have the same tattoo, from the same mercenary regiment.

The scene became irritable with the battle of this mercenary group, and a thick smell of gunpowder filled the air.The other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and the others, wanting to start a gang fight among the mercenaries.

"Drink!" The black mercenary who was attacking Black Hawk yelled loudly, relying on his tall horse and big legs, he swept towards Black Hawk.

Black Eagle frowned, and rushed towards the body of the black mercenary like lightning, stretched out his right hand to hook the opponent's neck, and slammed heavily towards the solid bar.

With a "boom", the bar counter made a cracking sound, and the head of the black man was smashed into pieces.The black mercenary fell to the ground, lying there motionless.A pool of blood flowed from his face, gradually soaking his whole body in blood.

With a "snap", Black Eagle lightly kicked the black man, turning his body from lying on his stomach to lying on his back.

Two sharp wooden thorns were deeply pierced into the black man's eyes, and the eyeballs were crushed, revealing two black and red blood holes.

"FUCK!" Seeing the tragic death of his companion, another mercenary frantically attacked the Black Hawk.

It's just that before he could reach the black eagle, a big furry hand grabbed his neck from behind.

"Baby, your voice is so sexy, quack quack quack..." Omo laughed, and he squeezed the mercenary's hand and began to exert strength, squeezing the other's neck bit by bit.

"Kaba, Kaba..." There was a chilling sound of throat cracking, and Omo's five fingers were firmly embedded in the mercenary's neck until they were completely inserted.

Blood flowed down Omo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with protruding eyes stretched out his hands and scratched in the air.

"Stretching..." The sound of tendons being pulled and broken by force sounded, and the mercenary's throat was torn off by Omo with his fingers, and a large piece of flesh and blood was suddenly missing in front of his neck.

The mercenary lay on the ground miserably, his hands covering his throat desperately, his legs kicking weakly, staring at his big eyes and dying.

The hall was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, making people want to vomit.

Seeing this scene, the mercenaries who were about to besiege the lurkers immediately retreated and gave up the attack that was about to start.

These two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but failing to survive a move in the hands of these strange mercenaries was enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially among the strange mercenaries. There are three more women.

"Very good." Hei Ying nodded, and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him, "Don't appear in front of my eyes."

A few mercenaries silently carried the two companions on their shoulders, with resentment in their eyes, they walked out without looking back.

The strong in the mercenary world are respected, either you die or I die.

Pandora watched those mercenaries go out, brushed her hair and followed behind.

Not long after, she came back smelling of blood, and smiled at Zhao Ziyang. The smile was very sunny, vivid, and even a little bit shy.

Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had killed all those mercenaries, and this was a must.Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. If you kill it, you will not leave any future troubles.

"Don't worry, everyone." Hei Ying avoided the blood under his feet and raised his head to the surrounding mercenaries and said, "The Swallowing Beast mercenary group once sniped us on the battlefield, this is a private grudge."

The other mercenaries who heard this were relieved, since it was a personal grievance, there was nothing to say.There is no way for mercenaries to settle their grievances in private. It's just that the devouring beast mercenary group seems to have kicked on an iron plate.

The mercenaries returned to their seats and sat down, but they still stared at Black Hawk and his party, guessing which mercenary they belonged to.

"Papa papa..." There was a solitary applause, and then a voice came: "Captain Black Eagle, you made a lot of noise in my place."

A middle-aged mercenary with yellow skin came down, with an unconcealable ferocity on his face.This is a Gurkha mercenary with a height of only about 175 cm. In terms of body shape and appearance, he is similar to a Chinese, but he is more inclined to an Indian.

The most famous ones in Nepal are the Gurkha mercenaries. They are the strongest fighters, good at using Nepalese scimitars. They are not tall and extremely fierce.For two centuries, most of the young men of the Gurkhas would choose to go out to work as mercenaries. They have a lifelong creed: It is better to die than to live cowardly.

Fighting for money all the year round, the Gurkha mercenaries became famous and became a large-scale mercenary organization in the forefront of the world.Their loyal nature, combined with their ability to intimidate their enemies, make them a sought-after choice for employers.

There are only heroes who died in battle, and there are no cowards who survived. Gurkha mercenaries regard death in battle as a kind of greatest glory.It is this kind of glory that makes them the best mercenaries.

Hei Ying held his head high and waited quietly for the Gurkha mercenary to come down, his face full of war baptism showed a flame of battle.

The Gurkha mercenary walked up to Black Eagle, staring at him with fierce eyes, revealing a murderous intent.

Zhao Ziyang and others in the back stared at the mercenary, ready to attack.

With a "snap", Black Eagle and the Gurkha mercenary suddenly hugged each other tightly, with a happy smile on their faces at the same time.

"Hahaha, Black Eagle, why are you so fat now, can it be that Washington's chicks make you unable to move?"

"Hey, Earl, I still like your sister better, but you always hide your sister, hahaha..."

"Hahahaha...old man!"

The two laughed loudly and hugged each other heavily again.

This is a pair of old comrades-in-arms, and there are men's tears in each other's eyes.

The two let go, punched each other's strong chests heavily, and slapped each other heavily with their rough hands.

"Today I'm happy, drinking to my heart's content, and all expenses are on my account." The count waved at the mercenaries in the hall, patted Black Eagle on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go up."

Zhao Ziyang and his group followed behind and walked towards the second floor, while the mercenaries in the lobby gave out cheers and drank happily.

Obviously, the earl has the greatest influence here, controlling the order here.Gurkha mercenaries are honored guests wherever they go, let alone among small mercenary regiments.

In the corner of the hall, a young mercenary wearing a cowboy hat covering his face stared at the disappearing Black Eagle and the others, stood up and walked out.Only he didn't move just now, motionless.The two Humvees drove straight towards the westernmost mercenary garrison, but this garrison was not owned by the foreign legion, but a temporary garrison of many small mercenary groups.

The resident is an abandoned large factory building with a spacious courtyard, where the scorched earth traces left by the bomb can be clearly seen.

"This is a place where some small mercenaries are concentrated, most of them are mobs, but there are also powerful presences inside, but they are relatively low-key." Hei Ying led Zhao Ziyang and others into the station while talking.

The garrison is a self-management area, and the U.S. military does not participate in any order-maintaining activities. In fact, they are unable to maintain the order of these desperadoes. It is better to let them use some rules of the mercenary world to maintain order among themselves.

No matter what fights between mercenary groups, they will not intervene, but there is one thing that is forbidden. Guns are absolutely not allowed in mutual fights, otherwise they will be expelled by the army.

Everyone knows what the expulsion of the US military means, so the mercenaries abide by this one, and only this one.

With a sound of "squeak...", the door of the central hall of the station was pushed open by Hei Ying, and a group of people walked in behind Hei Ying.

At this time, there were many mercenaries scattered in the lobby, some were drinking, some were arm-wrestling, some were gambling, and a few mercenaries were flirting with a young lady whom they found somewhere.

Seeing Black Hawk and others walking in, these mercenaries stopped their entertainment, turned their eyes, and stared at the line of powerful strangers.

Hei Ying looked around, but didn't find the person he was looking for, so he went straight to the temporarily remodeled bar in the center of the hall.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..." The brand new combat boots made a crisp sound on the smooth ground, Black Hawk sat in front of the bar as if no one was there, took out a stack of US dollars and said on the table: "Find the Earl. "

The Westerner behind the bar, who didn't know whether it was a mercenary or a bartender, pressed the money, smiled at Black Eagle and said, "Okay, we have a lot of earls here, I'll find them all for you."

With a "click", Black Eagle stretched out his right hand like lightning to clasp the bartender's wrist, and bent the other's wrist back with a little force.

The bartender had a painful expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound, and endured it stubbornly.

"Boy, don't be glib with me. I'm looking for the Earl." Hei Ying continued to the bartender with a smile, "The money is not a tip for you, it's just that I don't feel comfortable putting it in my pocket."

"You, you..." The bartender's face was like pig's blood, and he couldn't exert any strength because of the black eagle's wrist.

Hei Ying picked up a bottle of red wine, looked at it in his hand, and then slammed it hard at the bartender's head.

With a "bang", the wine bottle exploded on the bartender's head, smashing him down neatly.

All the mercenaries around stood up at once, glaring at the black eagle who shot and hurt people indiscriminately.

"Damn, where did this bastard come from!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Break off his hands and feet and throw him into the pigsty. Damn, don't even look at where this is!"

"..."

The mercenaries cursed, they did not allow outsiders to ignore them at all.For provocation, the best way is to kill him.

"The leader still has this hobby?" Zhao Ziyang stared at the arrogant Black Eagle with wide eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

In his impression, Black Hawk is an extremely stable leader with a strong outlook on the overall situation, and he will definitely not like to cause trouble like others.

"Special soldier, don't you know?" Dao Feng licked his lips, and said with passion in his eyes: "The regiment leader has never been a person who provokes troubles, but he is not a person who provokes troubles."

The other members of Lurker were all gearing up, their eyes showing great excitement.This kind of smashing and fighting is what they like best, especially with less to win more.

"Want to fight? Please accompany me!" Hei Ying raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached out and took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles.

This sentence undoubtedly made everything clear, and they were here to find trouble.

"Come on!" A black mercenary over two meters tall roared, and rushed towards the black eagle.

Behind him were five or six sturdy mercenaries with fierce eyes.They have the same tattoo, from the same mercenary regiment.

The scene became irritable with the battle of this mercenary group, and a thick smell of gunpowder filled the air.The other mercenaries in the hall began to surround Zhao Ziyang and the others, wanting to start a gang fight among the mercenaries.

"Drink!" The black mercenary who was attacking Black Hawk yelled loudly, relying on his tall horse and big legs, he swept towards Black Hawk.

Black Eagle frowned, and rushed towards the body of the black mercenary like lightning, stretched out his right hand to hook the opponent's neck, and slammed heavily towards the solid bar.

With a "boom", the bar counter made a cracking sound, and the head of the black man was smashed into pieces.The black mercenary fell to the ground, lying there motionless.A pool of blood flowed from his face, gradually soaking his whole body in blood.

With a "snap", Black Eagle lightly kicked the black man, turning his body from lying on his stomach to lying on his back.

Two sharp wooden thorns were deeply pierced into the black man's eyes, and the eyeballs were crushed, revealing two black and red blood holes.

"FUCK!" Seeing the tragic death of his companion, another mercenary frantically attacked the Black Hawk.

It's just that before he could reach the black eagle, a big furry hand grabbed his neck from behind.

"Baby, your voice is so sexy, quack quack quack..." Omo laughed, and he squeezed the mercenary's hand and began to exert strength, squeezing the other's neck bit by bit.

"Kaba, Kaba..." There was a chilling sound of throat cracking, and Omo's five fingers were firmly embedded in the mercenary's neck until they were completely inserted.

Blood flowed down Omo's steel-like fingers, and the mercenary with protruding eyes stretched out his hands and scratched in the air.

"Stretching..." The sound of tendons being pulled and broken by force sounded, and the mercenary's throat was torn off by Omo with his fingers, and a large piece of flesh and blood was suddenly missing in front of his neck.

The mercenary lay on the ground miserably, his hands covering his throat desperately, his legs kicking weakly, staring at his big eyes and dying.

The hall was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, making people want to vomit.

Seeing this scene, the mercenaries who were about to besiege the lurkers immediately retreated and gave up the attack that was about to start.

These two dead mercenaries were relatively strong among them, but failing to survive a move in the hands of these strange mercenaries was enough to make them feel a sense of crisis, especially among the strange mercenaries. There are three more women.

"Very good." Hei Ying nodded, and said to the remaining mercenaries in front of him, "Don't appear in front of my eyes."

A few mercenaries silently carried the two companions on their shoulders, with resentment in their eyes, they walked out without looking back.

The strong in the mercenary world are respected, either you die or I die.

Pandora watched those mercenaries go out, brushed her hair and followed behind.

Not long after, she came back smelling of blood, and smiled at Zhao Ziyang. The smile was very sunny, vivid, and even a little bit shy.

Zhao Ziyang knew that Pandora had killed all those mercenaries, and this was a must.Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. If you kill it, you will not leave any future troubles.

"Don't worry, everyone." Hei Ying avoided the blood under his feet and raised his head to the surrounding mercenaries and said, "The Swallowing Beast mercenary group once sniped us on the battlefield, this is a private grudge."

The other mercenaries who heard this were relieved, since it was a personal grievance, there was nothing to say.There is no way for mercenaries to settle their grievances in private. It's just that the devouring beast mercenary group seems to have kicked on an iron plate.

The mercenaries returned to their seats and sat down, but they still stared at Black Hawk and his party, guessing which mercenary they belonged to.

"Papa papa..." There was a solitary applause, and then a voice came: "Captain Black Eagle, you made a lot of noise in my place."

A middle-aged mercenary with yellow skin came down, with an unconcealable ferocity on his face.This is a Gurkha mercenary with a height of only about 175 cm. In terms of body shape and appearance, he is similar to a Chinese, but he is more inclined to an Indian.

The most famous ones in Nepal are the Gurkha mercenaries. They are the strongest fighters, good at using Nepalese scimitars. They are not tall and extremely fierce.For two centuries, most of the young men of the Gurkhas would choose to go out to work as mercenaries. They have a lifelong creed: It is better to die than to live cowardly.

Fighting for money all the year round, the Gurkha mercenaries became famous and became a large-scale mercenary organization in the forefront of the world.Their loyal nature, combined with their ability to intimidate their enemies, make them a sought-after choice for employers.

There are only heroes who died in battle, and there are no cowards who survived. Gurkha mercenaries regard death in battle as a kind of greatest glory.It is this kind of glory that makes them the best mercenaries.

Hei Ying held his head high and waited quietly for the Gurkha mercenary to come down, his face full of war baptism showed a flame of battle.

The Gurkha mercenary walked up to Black Eagle, staring at him with fierce eyes, revealing a murderous intent.

Zhao Ziyang and others in the back stared at the mercenary, ready to attack.

With a "snap", Black Eagle and the Gurkha mercenary suddenly hugged each other tightly, with a happy smile on their faces at the same time.

"Hahaha, Black Eagle, why are you so fat now, can it be that Washington's chicks make you unable to move?"

"Hey, Earl, I still like your sister better, but you always hide your sister, hahaha..."

"Hahahaha...old man!"

The two laughed loudly and hugged each other heavily again.

This is a pair of old comrades-in-arms, and there are men's tears in each other's eyes.

The two let go, punched each other's strong chests heavily, and slapped each other heavily with their rough hands.

"Today I'm happy, drinking to my heart's content, and all expenses are on my account." The count waved at the mercenaries in the hall, patted Black Eagle on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go up."

Zhao Ziyang and his group followed behind and walked towards the second floor, while the mercenaries in the lobby gave out cheers and drank happily.

Obviously, the earl has the greatest influence here, controlling the order here.Gurkha mercenaries are honored guests wherever they go, let alone among small mercenary regiments.

In the corner of the hall, a young mercenary wearing a cowboy hat covering his face stared at the disappearing Black Eagle and the others, stood up and walked out.Only he didn't move just now, motionless.