No money? Then get lost!
(Ah! Today's argument just keeps escalating; my mood is a complete mess! I forced myself to calm down a moment ago, and it worked pretty well. Finally managed to write a chapter. Looks like I’ll have to work overtime tomorrow—so many updates owed! Brothers, I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. If all goes well, I’ll write nonstop and keep the quality high. I don’t have much to repay you guys, so the only way is to write like crazy! Just ask the brothers to support the official subscriptions!)
25 million!
Compared to such an enormous sum, what the Russians brazenly slipped to the Tunisian border guards was just a drop in the bucket.
But as long as the Russians weren’t fools, they could guess that this 25 million was not going to be handed over easily. The British would never just obediently fork over the money.
They might even outright refuse.
“Damn you all! Fuck!” Clark, standing on the other side of the barbed wire fence between Tunisia and Libya, was visibly furious, glaring at the Russian with eyes ready to shoot flames.
25 million!
This is truly damned unbelievable!
That was in pounds sterling, pounds! Not some cursed Vietnamese dong! Damn Russians!
The man in front of him had already taken 25 million from his hands and now wanted the other half!
Had his mind been blown to mush by Libyan bombs?
Fuck!
Damn it!
Not only Clark, but several members of the British intelligence station listened to the Russian’s words in stunned silence.
Some even covered their mouths in disbelief.
“Oh my god!”
“What the hell! What are they trying to do? Fuck!”
This money represented more than half of the total funding they could apply for this time. If it weren’t a matter of life and death, Clark wouldn’t have parted with a single shilling.
Damn Russians!
This was outright robbery!
But the expressions on the British faces only made the Russians smirk. They knew full well that once these damned Brits were out of their current predicament, they’d show a completely different face. Mercenaries weren’t in the business of playing the good guy.
“Mr. Clark, don’t forget, you initially promised us 50 million pounds. Are you going to back out now?”
Without the damned Libyans chasing them, the Russians were patient and interested in completing this 25 million pound deal with the British.
After all, a 25 million commission wasn’t easy money. For other missions, they might never earn such a sum in a lifetime.
Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the tanks and assassins. Except for the calm expression on the British man Ryan’s face, everyone else looked visibly excited.
“Fuck!”
25 million pounds!
This was undoubtedly the largest sum they had ever seen in their lives.
“Fuck! Damn mercenaries! Don’t even think about getting that money, damn it!”
The Russian glanced at Clark, then turned away, subtly signaling the Tunisian border officer standing behind him with the corner of his eye. On the other side, Li Changjiang’s consciousness was slowly returning.
A pounding headache!
A brutal, splitting headache. Li Changjiang had lost count how many times he’d passed out. Only when the Russian laid him down moments ago did he manage to catch his breath.
Damn it all!
The skill “Bai Bai Zhong” was indeed formidable—historically unprecedented in its precision.
The aim!
The shooting frequency!
Even breath control was handled with exquisite subtlety.
If it weren’t for the fact that at the exact moment the trigger was squeezed, he could still clearly feel his consciousness controlling every nerve in his body, Li Changjiang would have thought another consciousness had taken over.
Powerful!
Yet terrifying!
But in any case, they survived. The aftereffects, however, were almost unbearable.
He forced his eyes open.
“Hey, boss, you’re awake!”
“Fuck! Money-hungry! Money-hungry, the boss is awake!”
“Come here!”
Tim’s voice came swiftly, and Li Changjiang immediately felt suffocated, surrounded tightly.
“Damn it, spread out! Spread out! Do you want to kill him? Damn it!”
The Russian roughly pushed everyone back, including Elisa, then called loudly to the doctors on the perimeter.
“Doctor! Doctor!”
“Hurry, check on him!”
After a moment, seeing the nervous expressions on everyone’s faces, the British man Ryan methodically examined Li Changjiang from head to toe—no serious injuries.
“Okay! He’s fine!”
Oh!
“Hahaha, boss, you’re amazing! God! My heavens, you’re God, you really are God, you know that?”
“Hey, guys, the boss is fine!”
Though unable to speak, Li Changjiang couldn’t help but smile wryly at their enthusiasm.
“Boss, you’re incredible! 200! You killed 200 enemies; you created a miracle, do you know that?”
The exaggerated voice of Keyboard suddenly startled Li Changjiang.
Fuck!
How many? 200 people?
Li Changjiang was truly shocked by that number.
He had actually slain 200 men? Terrifying! He couldn’t even imagine that in such a short time, he had killed so many Libyans. But this time, Li Changjiang wouldn’t end up vomiting uncontrollably as before.
If forced to choose between survival and killing, he would undoubtedly choose survival. Death was not the fear; the fear was the lack of courage to live.
Still, having over 200 lives on his conscience weighed heavily on him.
“Where are we now?”
“Boss, this is the Tunisian border. We’ve broken out of Libya, but—”
“What?”
Startled by Keyboard’s words, a bad premonition rose in Li Changjiang’s heart. He fixed his gaze on Keyboard.
“Boss, nothing’s happened, but the British are still inside Libya. We’re waiting for your decision—whether to let them leave.”
Though there was no formal ceremony, Li Changjiang was undoubtedly the leader of this temporary mercenary team. No one denied this fact, not even Tim or Bob.
They clearly didn’t think Williams could unite this group of free-spirited mercenaries, but Li Changjiang could.
Li Changjiang fell silent.
Their main task in attacking Misurata with the Russians was to rescue Williams and the others from rebel hands and obtain what Hamis wanted. But the military supplies obviously couldn’t be handed over to Hamis.
As for rescuing the British, this was arguably their first paid mission—and an unexpected one at that. But the British employer’s reputation seemed poor.
Li Changjiang wasn’t stupid.
Just a glance at the Russians told him everything.
Those damned Brits definitely didn’t want to pay the additional 25 million commission.
Looking up toward Misurata, the image of an agent named Will flashed in his mind. This British man had clearly secured their escape from Misurata, but this didn’t change the fact that they were still damned mercenaries.
Since they were mercenaries,
they had to abide by mercenary rules.
“Let them leave that damned place! But we want the other 25 million pounds— not a penny less.”
Having said this, Li Changjiang closed his eyes to conserve strength, no longer speaking. But his meaning was crystal clear.
The Russian exhaled deeply. He was genuinely worried Li might let the British come over directly.
Meanwhile,
understanding the Russian’s hint,
the Tunisian border officer suddenly raised his gun and fired into the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunshots caused a commotion; many refugees and the British dropped to the ground with a thud.
“Damn! What’s he trying to do?”
“Out! Get out of here! Get out of here!”
“This is the Tunisian border! Repeat, this is the Tunisian border! I now order you to leave immediately! You have ten minutes to decide. If you don’t move two kilometers away from the border after ten minutes, we will open fire!”
Boom!
Everyone was stunned!
Good heavens!
What were they trying to do?
Damn Tunisians!
Fuck!
Damn Russians! They were conspiring together.
“Damn it!” (To be continued.)