Life and death sniper [crossing]

Chapter 10 Modern Mercenaries

Hao Xin frowned: "You mean the computer that is so thin that it can be rolled up?"

"Yes." Shadow nodded.

"It's just in the preliminary stage. Even if the finished product function is released, it's still far behind. Don't worry about it. Or do you want to prepare a set for everyone?"

"Of course it would be better if the load can be lightened."

"Its practical use is not great, and there must be many restrictions. The most important point is that it is not difficult to make a computer like this. The difficulty is where to get such special nanomaterials. If you can get them, I should be able to do so." Try to do it." Hao Xin was thinking, he had also paid attention to this topic before, but now some strange numbers and lines seem to emerge in his brain, as if he could assemble more complex objects because of this.It seems that ghosts are really powerful, and he is amazed by the brains of smart people.

"Yeah." Shadow nodded thoughtfully, looking deeply at Hao Xin, "What are you going to do this time when you go back?"

Hao Xin's train of thought was interrupted, and he replied cautiously: "We'll talk about it later."

At this time, the angel came over and said with a handsome smile: "Surely you are hiding in the workshop again, right? I heard that you are making something that shocks the world, why don't you tell me?"

Hao Xin shook his head inscrutablely.

The angel didn't care, he supported Hao Xin's back and looked at Shadow: "Boss, I'm afraid you will be investigated again when you go back."

"Hmm." Shadow frowned slightly, and complained displeasedly, "The mercenary group often receives missions where the employer is the opposing party. Life and death are a matter of life and death on the battlefield. Keeping hands with the enemy is pushing yourself to hell. Why do I always Called to drink tea by those old guys?"

"Because you struck too hard." Hao Xin couldn't help but said indifferently.

Just like the World Trade Organization and the International Olympic Organization, the mercenary world also has a supreme organization—the International Mercenary Organization.

This organization is above all mercenaries, creating discipline, maintaining discipline, and maintaining the most basic balance and stability of the mercenary world. At the same time, it will also gather mercenaries scattered all over the world to form a large market, conduct packaging sales, and ensure the source of missions At the same time, it also makes it easier for the mercenaries to move.

Just like leaving Cameroon this time, as long as they have legal documents, they can carry weapons to and from most countries on the planes of international mercenary organizations.It can be said that as long as they are mercenaries, they must join the international mercenary organization, and pay [-]% of the contract amount for each task in exchange for the convenience of action and the legality of the contract.

However, generally speaking, international mercenary organizations will not interfere too much with mercenary missions, unless two larger mercenary regiments take on opposing missions and the final battle results are extremely tragic. In order to protect the mercenary as a whole If it is stable, it will intervene in the investigation and carry out appropriate punishment according to the situation.

After hearing this, Shadow paused slightly with his hand holding the wine glass, and looked at Hao Xin deeply, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded away.

The angel said above his head: "But to be honest, solving the 'sword' is easier than imagined. This century-old mercenary group is obviously folded in Aron's hands. It seems that the information I heard before is not wrong. The 'Sword' has been corrupted from the inside. The old system and the success rate of the mission have made them go downhill. This time it was even worse. They followed the clues I set up all the way to the Magic Valley. This mistake was too fatal. "

Hao Xin's hand on his side suddenly tightened.

Shadow smiled and said: "Okay, let's not talk about it. When I first entered this industry, I heard the legend of Brother Aaron. He participated in the Holy War in Russia when he was young, and he also guarded Iraq. He killed people. It's done." He has completed several times more missions than any of us, but he is too old to let go and retire, and death in battle must be his final outcome."

At this time, the silent ghost suddenly called out: "Ghost?"

Hao Xin endured the violent rush of blood in his veins, and looked at him as usual.

The ghost looked at him deeply, with a solemn tone, and even said pleadingly: "Silence is a good fighter. I have fought against him twice and had a drink with him once. He is a very sincere and serious person. I decided to sneak attack because of him. The mercenary group and comrades are gone, I can understand this kind of anger, if he wakes up, you still can't forgive, please, let him go easy."

"Okay." Hao Xin smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, the boiling blood turned into liquid, and flowed coldly all over his body.Yes, it's all gone, his mercenary group, his brothers, those who used to laugh and cry are gone.

After a night of nothing, the next morning, the plane stopped at the mercenary airport in Marseille, France.As soon as you get off the plane, you can hear the sound of waves. When you turn your head and look to the left, you can see the sea one kilometer away. There are private yachts moored on the sea. Many small planes are parked on the airport covering an area of ​​300 hectares. "type warehouse, many mercenary organizations have rented warehouses here to park various types of aircraft, and the warehouse of "Sharp Sword" is located in No. 3-11 warehouse, where a small transport helicopter is parked.

Thinking of this, Hao Xin's heart shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized that almost all the main personnel of "Sword" were killed in this battle, and none of the remaining people knew the password of the warehouse and the bank of the mercenary group. password, so what about the rest of you?

"Duddu——" A silver-gray commercial vehicle came from a distance, and the door stopped right in front of Hao Xin. Hao Xin hesitated for a moment, and then stepped onto it.The driver was an old man, with a wrinkled face, and the top of his head was shiny, with only some sparse white hair around the edges. He looked at him at least 70 years old, looked at him with dim yellow eyes, and said, "Ghost, the car doesn't work well." Now, go back and help me take a look?"

"Okay." Hao Xin raised his brows, and suddenly realized that "ghost" is not a master of weapon improvement, but a handyman at all!

Then the magazine who came up shouted: "Papa Tim, did you drink today?"

Papa Tim stared: "How can I drive without drinking?"

The angel who was following behind smiled and said, "I'll treat you to a drink later."

Papa Tim laughed happily: "Okay, okay." After he said a few words to everyone kindly, when he saw Shadow who got on the bus last, he respectfully shouted: "Hao, congratulations!" The task has been completed again.”

"Thank you." Shadow hugged Papa Tim, then sat in the passenger seat, "Let's go."

France is the base camp of mercenaries, and it is also a paradise. They recognize the legal status of mercenaries and allow various foreign mercenaries to operate in the country, and mercenaries who join mercenary organizations even have the opportunity to join French nationality and enjoy various enviable social security benefits.

Therefore, Marseille is the base camp of mercenaries, and France has a super-S-level "French Foreign Mercenary Corps" here with [-] soldiers. They have appeared in Iraq, overthrowing the regimes of small countries such as Africa, and they have been well paid.

The "War of Silver" is affiliated with this "Foreign Mercenary Legion", and some missions exposed from their hands are also rich enough. As long as they don't get wiped out on the battlefield, the future prospects of "War of Silver" are absolutely excellent .

Different from "War of Silver", "Sword" works alone, so there are a lot of restrictions. Most of the business is in a situation with little advantage, resulting in extremely low profits. This is why angels say that the "Sword" system is rotten reason.

But in contrast, being affiliated with the "French Foreign Mercenary Group" will have a great impact on morale. The gap is like the gap between citizens and smugglers. Many mercenary groups are panicked because of this, and they have no confidence in their own mercenary groups. The sense of belonging, wanting to join the "French foreign mercenary group", eventually led to the decline of his own mercenary group.

Among these mercenary regiments, the "War of Silver" is a special case. They took on many high-intensity missions and successfully completed them. They will contact them directly, and it can be said that they have faintly become the targets of various small and medium-sized mercenary groups to emulate.

Papa Tim drove into a large military management area, with shiny asphalt roads, large lawns, neatly planted pine trees that look like guards, and there are no checkpoints along the road. At first glance, the management is loose, but the actual road Almost all the people coming and going are mercenaries. The asphalt-paved flat avenue reaches the end of the barracks of French foreign mercenaries. It occupies a very large area and has the best geographical advantage. You can see the white building from a distance. Standing in the most conspicuous place like a tiger.

Father Tim turned the steering wheel at the third fork and drove towards the distribution center of small and medium-sized mercenary regiments, which was far behind the large military camps not far away.Messy blue board houses can be seen everywhere. The private mercenary group divides the region with power. In order to compete for a basketball court-sized site, a battle may occur. It feels like a Gu kept in a cup. The "giant" at the place watched them fight comfortably, and then leisurely offered olive branches to recruit the most outstanding mercenaries.

But it was precisely because of this that the veterans who still insisted on being in the private mercenary regiment were terrifyingly strong. The battlefield situation and harsh living environment made them live like wild beasts, with a wild smell all the time.

The territory of "Sharp Sword" is on the east side of the sea, which is the foundation laid by the predecessors, while "War of Silver" is on the west side, the geographical location is average, and the area is also small.Hao Xin got out of the car and squinted his eyes at the two-story building in front of him. It was very small, no more than the size of a basketball court. Except for the asphalt road, this area was just buildings, and there was not even a flower bed in sight.

The reaction of the players to this place seems to be very subtle. They don't shout "Go home!", and they don't hug each other excitedly to celebrate another victory. They just walk in the door and talk as usual.

Entering the building, there was a man of Middle Eastern descent standing at the top of the stairs. His curly brown hair was well-groomed. He had a high nose and deep eyes. He had a well-shaped beard on his chin. He was wearing a white robe. Like Jesus, he spread his hands and said with a smile, "Brothers, welcome back! It seems that my prayers are useful, and God is with you!"

"Hey, magic stick, is your leg healed?" the angel hugged him warmly.

"Okay, but you look very bad." The magic stick looked around, his eyes stopped on the iron tower's body covered with bandages, he let out a long sigh, then looked at Hao Xin, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Hao Xin Above the head, Hao Xin dodged to the side subconsciously, followed the hand that stayed in the air and silently looked at the magic stick, the magic stick grinned and said, "I dreamed that you died."

"..." Hao Xin raised his eyebrows.

The magic stick said: "In the jungle, a gunshot fired, and you fell down, bleeding from your belly, and you never opened your eyes again."

Hao Xin suppressed the strange feeling, and said with a smile: "Stop pretending to be a ghost, you know, I was indeed hurt."

"No one told me that it was my dream. You know my dreams are always accurate."

Hao Xin raised his eyebrows and looked around. Basically everyone shrugged and said that they hadn't said anything, and they didn't object to what the magic stick said. Hao Xin suddenly felt his hairs stand on end.

The magic stick stretched out his hand again, touched his head, fiddled with his hair gently, and said with a smile: "Since you are still alive, you must cherish your new life."

Hao Xin turned his head and narrowed his eyes dangerously.