Mercenary's War-Chapter 38 - Having to Do Something

38: Chapter 38 Having to Do Something

38 -38 Having to Do Something

Hearing Cui Bo’s words, Gao Yang was stunned on the spot.

After carefully reflecting on the words to confirm he hadn’t misheard, Gao Yang forcefully suppressed his rage and said in a cold voice, “Is your information reliable?”

Cui Bo replied in a muffled voice, “Reliable, even the neighbor who called me is someone I usually get along with fine.

He told me that someone dragged Malik and Fedor out onto the street, hacked at them with a knife dozens of times in front of many people, and now their bodies are still hanging at the storefront.”

Gao Yang nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and said, “Did the government forces strike back again?”

“It’s not the government forces, it’s the opposition, an armed group led by a guy named Hasan, but they are definitely opposition.

That’s all I know, the person who called was very scared, he said a few words and then hung up.”

Gao Yang nodded again and said, “I understand, we’ll discuss this matter later.”

Cui Bo grabbed Gao Yang, his face resolute, and said, “Brother Yang, Malik and I had quite an age gap, but he was my friend, a very good friend, and Old Fedor was a good man too.

I can’t let them die in vain, I’ve decided to stay, I want to get revenge for them, don’t try to persuade me, and there is no need for any words, I’m leaving right now, and if I get killed… well, there’s nothing else to say.”

Gao Yang listened to Cui Bo with a cold face and after Cui Bo finished speaking, said in a cold voice, “Done talking?

Since when is it your turn to make decisions while with me?

I told you to wait and shut your mouth.”

After finishing, Gao Yang slapped down the hand Cui Bo had on him and turned to Morgan, saying, “Mr.

Morgan, I’ve decided not to leave, I want to stay.”

Gao Yang and Cui Bo were speaking in Huaxia, and no one present understood, but they could all tell that the atmosphere between Gao Yang and Cui Bo had become tense ever since the phone call.

After hearing Gao Yang’s words, Morgan furrowed his brow and asked, “What happened?”

Gao Yang lowered his voice and said, “The people who helped us today, they’re dead.

They were killed by the opposition.

I don’t want to leave, I want to get revenge for them.”

Bob exclaimed in shock, “God, what are you talking about?

Fedor and Malik are dead?

Why?

Who would do such a thing?

Did the government forces do it?”

Seeing that Gao Yang and the others were still talking on the runway and not hastening to clear it, two opposition members who came to escort them to the airport muttered something to one another.

Although Gao Yang couldn’t understand everything they were saying, he could guess the gist of it—they were urging them to take off quickly.

Gao Yang shook his head and said, “Bob, don’t ask anymore, you and Mr.

Morgan should leave.”

One of Morgan’s bodyguards took the opposition members aside to negotiate, while Morgan pulled Gao Yang aside a few steps and said in a low voice, “Gao, I really consider you a friend, which is why I didn’t use money to thank you for your help twice.

I’m saying this because I want you to at least consider a friend’s advice.

I understand how you feel, but the dead are already gone, and seeking revenge has no meaning, right?

Besides, doing this is suicide.

Come with me, I know your greatest wish is to go home, something you mentioned more than once.

Think about it, if you die, how heartbroken your parents will be.”

For a moment, Gao Yang really hesitated, as the desire to return home cooled his head, which was heated by hatred.

But Gao Yang shouldn’t have thought of Fedor, because as soon as he remembered Fedor, the raging anger overpowered his yearning to go home.

Sometimes, it’s strange how a few words can turn two people into true friends.

Fedor only taught Gao Yang some sniper skills and then gave his sniper rifle to him.

Besides gratitude, Fedor occupied the position of both a teacher and a friend in Gao Yang’s heart.

Even though they had spent less than half a day together, Fedor meant a great deal to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang took a deep breath, slowly shook his head at Morgan, and said, “Mr.

Morgan, we Huaxia people have an old saying, ‘A blood debt must be paid in blood,’ and another saying goes, ‘Even if there are tens of thousands of people, I shall forge ahead!’ It may be hard to understand with your culture, but I can’t just leave like this.

Since I considered them my friends, I must seek revenge for them.

F**k, even if it means death, I’m prepared!”

Morgan looked very anxious, his voice involuntarily rising.

“Damn Eastern thinking, are you an idiot?

This is suicide!

I appreciate your loyalty to friends, but think of the cost!

The cost!

Damn it, you have to listen to me, now private military contractors, secret forces, and intelligence agents are on their way, do you know who you’ll be facing?

What can you do?”

Seeing Morgan, who had always been calm and composed, now roaring and swearing, Gao Yang felt grateful.

Morgan wouldn’t have lost his composure if he didn’t consider Gao Yang a friend.

Not knowing what to say, Gao Yang shook his head, patted Morgan on the shoulder, thanked him, and turned to leave.

“Stop!

Wait a minute.”

Fire seemed to blaze in Morgan’s eyes as he glowered at Gao Yang and said sternly, “You’re a hero, but unfortunately, heroes often have short lives.

However, I hope to increase your chances of survival.

Keep this phone number; it’s my agent’s.

You can ask him to do anything, assuming you’re still alive.

So I suggest you wait at least until tomorrow to make a move because he will only arrive then.”

Gao Yang took the piece of paper that Morgan handed him, and after saying thanks, Bob walked up in front him, his face full of sorrow, “Hey, brother, I’m really sorry I can’t be of any help to you, but I think you should consider changing your gun.”

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment, as he just remembered that Bob’s M1A was still on the plane, and the guns he had acquired from the Vulture Mercenary Group were also on there.

Although Gao Yang hoped to avenge Fedor with Mauser 98k for poetic justice, he decided it was more important to ensure success in his revenge first.

Gao Yang smiled and patted Bob on the shoulder, “Your gun is very expensive; it’s quite possible that it will no longer be yours.”

Bob made a mournful face, “Come on, brother, I just hope you make it back alive.

I’ve got plenty of good guns at home.

As long as you return alive, I’ll give you whatever gun you want.

But are you really not reconsidering?

Just you and your friend, you’re going to die.”

Just as Gao Yang was about to respond, Glolov, who had been silent till then, suddenly said, “It’s not just two people, it’s three.

I took the money, so I should do the job; I’m sure Mr.

Morgan will agree.”

Gao Yang was silent for a moment then said to Glolov, “Thank you.”

Glolov just shrugged nonchalantly, “No need for thanks, you’ve paid for it.”

Without saying much more, Bob sadly boarded the plane.

At that moment, Gao Yang gestured to Cui Bo, “Do you want a Remington M700?

If you do, come on up, we two brothers are going to do something fierce, and for that, we need good guns.”

Cui Bo was startled at first, then delighted, and scurried after Gao Yang onto the plane.

Morgan, standing inside the cabin with his arms crossed, watched as Gao Yang set down his stuff and said coldly, “You still have time to change your mind.”

Gao Yang smiled but didn’t speak; he picked up a Remington M700, which he had taken from a dead mercenary sniper when he rescued Morgan and Bob, and which he had brought all the way here.

Gao Yang handed the rifle to Cui Bo, “Here, there should still be about a hundred and ten rounds left.”

Dismissing his own shabby rifle, Cui Bo tossed it aside carelessly and wiped his hands on his body before taking the M700 from Gao Yang.

After examining the gun, he immediately beamed, “Remington M700BDL, not bad, I like it.

Hmm, .308 caliber, even better.

NATO rounds will do, easy to find ammo.”

Gao Yang shook his head and picked up Bob’s M1A, an extremely expensive custom-built semi-auto rifle, which from that moment on, was entirely his, because Bob had given it to him.

Bob picked up the revolver he was giving to Gao Yang, “Your Ruger has been with you too long; the magazine’s springs are likely worn out, unreliable.

Use this instead.”

Gao Yang accepted the M686 with a holster, feeling a surge of emotion.

He really, really liked that gun, and once lamented not being able to take it home.

Yet, unexpectedly, the gun had ended up in his possession and was going to accompany him into battle.

Just as Gao Yang was about to hang the western-style leather holster around his waist, Simon suddenly said, “Wait a moment, that gun is good for hunting, but not for shooting people.

You have better options.”

After speaking, Simon turned towards Morgan, who sighed and said, “He’s already made up his mind, so if you can’t stop him, then give him the best of everything.”

Gao Yang didn’t understand what Morgan meant, but upon seeing Simon nod and make a gesture, he said, “Follow me, I think you should pick one yourself.”

Upon reaching the end of the cabin, Simon reached out to open up a refrigerator, pressed a switch, and pulled out a large drawer, then said, “Choose what you like, they’re all military automatic weapons, also spare weapons for Sos and myself, there’s no question about performance and reliability.

Take your pick for you and your friend.”

Gao Yang felt like he’d discovered a treasure trove.

Inside were four M4A1 carbines, two MP5 submachine guns, two shotguns, and in addition, two pistols.

Although the drawer didn’t contain many guns, there were plenty of magazines and rounds.

The two pistols were a M1911A1 and a SIG P226, both excellent and famous models.

Gao Yang was somewhat torn but quickly decided on the 1911 because it had an 11.43mm caliber, while the P226 was 9mm.

Gao Yang had trained with air pistols; his marksmanship was precise.

Though he hadn’t fired a large caliber 1911 before, he was confident in handling the recoil.

The advantage of a large caliber was better stopping power.

Although the 1911’s magazine capacity was only seven rounds, for Gao Yang, making sure each shot counted was more vital than having more rounds available to ensure hitting the enemy.

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