The mercenaries fired for a while, and all the bullets in their weapons were thrown out. They were suddenly attacked in the middle of the night, so they were definitely not going to be polite!
With the sound of magazines being replaced and bullets being loaded, the mercenary regiment quieted down in vigilance.
Everyone's eyes fell on their boss. Some were at a loss, some were shocked, some were full of excitement, and some looked very manic.
Those who could deal with the sneak attack calmly were often the truly capable people. Those who looked a little flustered were the good-for-nothings.
This was not a secret. Many mercenary regiments in the Golden Triangle had such good-for-nothings. They did not have much ability, but they wanted to make money by fighting and killing.
When things were going well, such people were useful and could help to do a lot of things. When they encountered big trouble, such people could also be used as cannon fodder.
Mercenary regiments also needed such people. These people were often the hooligans who came to the Golden Triangle to do things through some channels. To be honest, these people were very weak. Mercenary regiments often brought them in when they could not even recruit people from the underworld.
At present, there were a few hooligans in this mercenary regiment. They were already confused when they encountered such a situation.
"You two come here!" The mercenary regiment commander suddenly ordered the two hooligans, "Go and see what the situation is now!"
The two "good-for-nothings" guys really wanted to cry. Although they did not have the courage to go, the regiment commander had given the order. They had to go. If they did not go, they would definitely not have a good ending.
It was not that they had not seen the mercenary regiment commander kill his own people!
When this kind of killing one to warn the others, the target of choice was also this kind of good-for-nothings. They did not care about killing a few hooligans at all. In the eyes of the more "professional" mercenaries, the lives of these people were no different from cats and dogs.
The mercenary regiment commander was a typical person who was born in the special forces. His skills were not simple, and he was also ruthless.
No one in the regiment dared to disobey his orders. The last person who disobeyed his orders died directly in his hands, so he was very dangerous in the mercenary regiment.
These two fellows, who only knew how to take advantage of the situation, carefully walked to the place where the sound came from. Their hearts were in their throats.
This was something that they had to do when they joined the mercenary group. Otherwise, why would the mercenary group give them food to eat?
In their line of work, this was called crossing a mine.
As the name implied, this kind of thing was a gamble. If they walked over and found a corpse with its head blown off, they would win. They could happily announce this matter, and then everyone would be happy.
However, if they were ambushed by the other party, they wouldn't be able to resist at all.
It wasn't that they were useless and didn't even know how to fight. But think about it, a person who could survive a hail of bullets would definitely be able to kill two gangster-level mercenaries in an instant.
Even if the other party couldn't kill them instantly, their own brothers in the mercenary group wouldn't be merciful to them. Their bullets would definitely be emptied out! Regardless of whether he would kill them or not, he would not stop his finger from pulling the trigger.
Since they were in this line of work, they had to bear the dangers of this line of work.
If they didn't have the ability to attack a city, they had to have the courage to cross a mine. Money didn't fall from the sky, but any mercenary knew this simple truth. The money in their pockets was exchanged with their lives.
Regardless of whether it was a big or small matter, what they did in this line of work was something that put their lives on the line. No one was an exception.
The two guys who were crossing a mine tiptoed to the place where the sound came from, which was their shooting spot. Beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads like rain.
This was because they didn't find the corpse. Before they found the corpse, they had to be mentally prepared to be "killed" at any time.
This kind of process was quite painful.
The two of them held a torch and searched in the darkness for more than ten minutes. Their minds were completely blank. There was no one! There was no corpse!
If the other party wasn't dead, the two of them wouldn't have been here for more than ten minutes without taking action.
"Boss! There's nothing! Can we go back now? "
The moment he spoke, it was obvious that he didn't gain the mercenary group leader's trust. The mercenary group leader directly rejected him. "Continue looking! Continue looking! If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse! It's impossible for there to be nothing! "
"Boss, he may have run away! It's meaningless for us to continue looking. Let's hurry up and get ready. Don't let them attack again. "
The mercenary group leader thought about it again and again and finally agreed to let the two guys who were crossing a mine come back first. He still hadn't figured out what happened tonight.
Since they were here to attack them, why did they yell and expose their target?!
What was the other party's mentality? Did water get into their brains? Did they get kicked by a donkey? Or was he purposely trying to make them nervous?
They had so many guns and such intensive firepower, but they didn't leave the other party's corpse. This was also suspicious.
Although the Golden Triangle was said to be a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, the people who could escape unscathed under this kind of rain of bullets could be counted with one hand! It was impossible for ordinary people to survive in this situation.
But those who had this kind of strength were big shots in big mercenary groups. It was impossible for them to come out and do this kind of thing.
What's more, it was impossible for an unknown mercenary group like them to get the "care" of such a big shot. Therefore, the mercenary group leader was very puzzled. He couldn't understand why things turned out like this.
The two men who were crossing a mine ran back. Their faces were full of sweat. "Boss, there's really no one. There's no blood at all. We looked very seriously!"
Could it be that they saw a ghost? The mercenary group leader's mind was blank.
"Boss, we didn't really see a ghost, did we?" Suddenly, someone said. After all, too many people died in the Golden Triangle, so there were many supernatural stories in this place.
Although the mercenary group leader thought of this problem himself, when he heard his mercenaries say so, he still took out his gun and pointed it at the guy who spoke. "I'll tell you! I don't believe in ghosts or gods! What ghosts or not! There's no such thing at all! "
To be a mercenary in the Golden Triangle, one must not have such thoughts. If one believed in ghosts and gods, then the Golden Triangle would become a gathering place for ghosts with so many people dying unjustly!
Once the thoughts of ghosts were transmitted to the consciousness of the subordinates, the team would be unable to lead.
Therefore, this topic was a taboo in the mercenary group, especially the leader of the mercenary group. He hated to hear his subordinates talk about ghosts and monsters the most.
"No, no, no! Boss! Listen to my explanation. I'm just talking nonsense! " Anyone would be afraid when a gun was pointed at their head, not to mention that the mercenary group leader was not a good-tempered person.
"Everyone, stay alert tonight! I don't care who it was and what their purpose was! As long as they dare to appear again, we must take them down! "The mercenary group leader said. Everyone quickly stood up straight.
"Yes!"
Their voices were so neat and bright. This was their method to show off to the people who "sneak attacked" them. They told the other party how many people they had and how far their voices could penetrate. This showed how powerful their combat power was.
At this moment, Xu Yun, who had run for nearly two kilometers in the mud, heard it.
At this time, the stinging ant also gave up running. He suddenly stopped running and fell to the ground. He couldn't run anymore.
Running in the mud was really too tiring.
Lin Ge went up and used a grappling technique to pin down the Sting Ant. He shouted, "I'm going to f * cking kill you right now! How dare you play tricks on us! "
"If you want to kill me, then kill me!" The stinging ant said, "I admit what I did!"
Lin Ge pulled him up and threw him in front of Xu Yun. "Brother! If we don't teach this bastard a lesson, he really thinks that we won't dare to do anything to him! "
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