Chapter 12 Section 3

Inside the bar, his team members were all waiting.Seeing him come in, they all stood up.Ruan Wenxiong waved his hands and sat down.They sat in the corner, and the tall black and white people surrounded their short yellow captain, all uneasy.These eleven subordinates come from different countries and have different military and combat experiences. They can be said to be the elite among the elite.And Ruan Wenxiong can occupy a leading position among them, and get everyone's obedience and respect, that is quite capable, and it has gone through a long process. Ruan Wenxiong was sitting there, a bottle of vodka was ready for him.He picked it up, but didn't drink it:

"What are you looking at me for?" "Are we going to be fired?" his observer, Alex, a former US Marine Reconnaissance and Search Group veteran, asks cautiously. "Scorpion, I can't be fired!" Brown, a black machine gunner and former commando of the US 101st Air Assault Division, said anxiously, "My house loan has not been paid for two months, and I will be kicked out!" "I need money too..." Simon, who was always humorous, became particularly low today, looking worried.He is from the SAS in the UK, was a second lieutenant in the SAS, and came from an aristocratic British family.The young man was handsome and noble, but he went to become a SAS for his own dream, and later became a mercenary, and was completely kicked out by his noble family.Legend has it that he had an illegitimate daughter with an ex-girlfriend in France, but he never admitted it.Everyone didn't ask, because doing this business requires risks, and it's best to protect your family...

"My wife just saw a new car..." Wairado from the special forces of the former Yugoslav People's Army sighed, "This time it's over..." Ruan Wenxiong looked at them: "Don't worry, I will bear all the responsibilities alone!" He held up the vodka: "Come on, drink! After we withdrew from the mission area, we haven't celebrated yet—in order to come back alive!" "To come back alive!" Everyone clinked glasses and drank in one gulp. Ruan Wenxiong felt that today's vodka was very spicy. When Colonel Litvinenko walked into the bar, Ruan Wenxiong was already a little high.The rest of the fighters were dancing with women, or seducing women, or having wild sex with women in the bathroom.Ruan Wenxiong sat at the table by himself, looking at the feasting men and women in front of him, drinking vodka with vodka.He never looked for women, lived a Puritan life like an Asian monk, and didn't know what to do with his money.

Colonel Litvinenko went over and sat down beside him. Ruan Wenxiong looked into the bar and said in Russian: "I'm thinking, is it worth it for me to do this." "It's worth it, you saved the lives of these soldiers." Colonel Litvinenko put his hands on his shoulders, "You can't ask the directors of the company, they are just investors, not soldiers." "I was thinking, why did I leave my army!" Ruan Wenxiong's voice was very bitter, "Although I had no money at that time, I was dying of poverty, but I had faith! Although this faith is a lie, it is always better than No good! I fight for the country, for the flag, and for the glorious People's Army!"

"It will pass, you are still young," said Colonel Litvinenko. Ruan Wenxiong smiled strangely: "You want to tell me - tell me to get out?" "No." Colonel Litvinenko said, "I persuaded the board of directors, and they agreed to keep you, but you are no longer in charge. Your salary is also reduced by half, Scorpion, and the rest are not dealt with." Ruan Wenxiong smiled: "It's meaningless, I plan to leave." "leave?" "Yes, leave, leave this bloody mercenary industry." Ruan Wenxiong said, "Although I don't earn much money, I can live a stable life in our hometown. I leave, go back, go back to Vietnam... ..."

"You have nowhere to go, Scorpion." Colonel Litvinenko said, "Your name is already on the blacklist of the Vietnamese intelligence unit." Ruan Wenxiong smiled strangely: "Then I will go to Thailand, Myanmar, or Cambodia..." "It's useless, Scorpion." Colonel Litvinenko smiled wryly. "It's the same everywhere. They won't think of you quitting, they will only think that you are pretending to be preparing for the operation. You will be monitored, and then you will find that you have not At any value, I will catch you." "Can they catch me?" Ruan Wenxiong asked proudly.

"Isn't the result the same? You were hunted down by Southeast Asian intelligence units, and you had to come back." Ruan Wenxiong was questioned. "Scorpion, I trust my judgment - you won't adapt to a stable life, you are a fighter! A born fighter, the best sniper!" Colonel Litvinenko said emotionally, "This is the best weapon for a fighter. life because you're constantly fighting! You can't survive when there's literally no guns, no explosions, no helicopters roaring around you." Ruan Wenxiong was thinking. "Fighting for worthless beliefs or fighting for one's own warrior ideals - which of these two actions is more worthwhile? Which one is not worth it?" Colonel Litvinenko said.

"Didn't you say you like Gorky? When did you change to Shakespeare?" Colonel Litvinenko picked up a new bottle of vodka: "It's all the same, they are all fucking literati, but they wrote the philosophy of life. I won't talk nonsense with you, Scorpion, you know you can't go It's open." The music in the bar changed, it was blues and the band was playing. A blond girl in white is swinging on stage, holding a microphone, ready to sing. Tears flickered in Ruan Wenxiong's eyes.