Chapter 15 12. Big Boss

Nine hours ago, Port Paget. It is less than five minutes before the Chinese marines land on the island. Major Nada put down the military binoculars in his hand, turned his head and glanced behind him quietly. The weirdo who hired him flicked the cigarette ash, and he still looked leisurely, without any intention of giving any "orders". The major couldn't help but start to worry—has this guy really figured out the current situation?A company of marines, but also Chinese marines, is preparing to dock at the port. They are not only well-trained, but also determined and have a clear goal.There is no doubt that as soon as they land on the island, they will occupy the port, control all the ships that can go to sea from here, and then escort the stranded Chinese tourists back home.This was an ordinary humanitarian rescue mission, but now, for Major Nada, this is an imminent threat.

Sooner or later, his mercenary group will definitely come into contact with these Chinese soldiers, and the battle will be inevitable. Regardless of the outcome at that time, the pension itself is a huge expense, even more than what this mission can do The amount earned-although that is already astronomical. From the moment he accepted the entrustment, Major Nada has always wondered what kind of lunatic would gather almost 200 mercenaries at one go, spend money, effort and equipment, and send them all to Paget—this An obscure island. Now the major understood at last—he was indeed a madman.

Nada had never seen this "employer" before, only heard his voice—that thick, vicissitudes, cold and calm voice like winter, which he never forgot.He called himself "Knight". Nada thought it was just a "person's name" at first, but after learning his true identity, he immediately understood the meaning behind the word—— Unimaginable wealth, incredible strength, and an unshakable determination of iron. Neither Nada himself nor his mercenary group could refuse such a "big boss". It was not just about money—although this was indeed the most important issue, it was also about his status and future.To be honest, with the background of this employer, it would not take much effort to completely wipe his little mercenary group from the earth.

In Marseille, Nada's hometown, there is an old proverb - "If you don't know how to flatter, you can accomplish nothing", he has kept it in his heart since he was a child and regarded it as the truth. "Tell me, Major," the "boss" sitting at the table seemed to see the entanglement in Nada's heart, and asked first, "What did you see?" In fact, Nada has always disliked the title "Major". He finds this word in French particularly harsh.In the twenty years he served in the Foreign Legion, he was called that by others almost one-fifth of the time, but he was never promoted until he retired.

It can be regarded as some kind of fate, now that he has long lost his military status, he led mercenaries to flee the world, but he is still called "Major" by others. "It's the Chinese Marine Corps." Nada turned around and looked straight at his "boss" for the first time. "It was a few hours later than expected, but it's still here." Yes, unmistakably, the fellow is a "crazy"— He was wearing a silver-white fringed gown, the huge hood covered half of his face, only his bearded chin was exposed, a beautiful and neat pure white shawl was stretched across his chest, and the delicate carved inlaid buttons were shining Yin Guang, looking at the style, seems to be a rare item that can only be found in some kind of antique shop. He doesn't look like a "knight" at all, but is somewhat similar to an actor in a repertory theater troupe.Temperament, movements, and even the way of speaking are all insane and noble, only the cigarette between the fingers - the "Seven Star" cigarette that looks very cheap and ordinary, makes people feel that he is at least a Ordinary people with "normal hobbies".

Nada seldom, or basically never saw an "employer" who went to the front line in person.Of course, the "knight" always brings his personal guards, two quiet girls who are dressed similarly to him and still hold the pipa half-hidden—at least from Nada's experience, those slender arms, slim silhouette and The body line should belong to young women. These two silent "personal guards" were lined up on the left and right of the "knight", standing upright.Since she couldn't see the eyes, Nada couldn't tell if they were staring at her. "I want to hear your opinion," the employer slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Major."

"Frankly speaking, I don't want to have contact with them." Nada shook his head and said truthfully: "These people are the elite of the elite, and there is a powerful country behind them. Although my men have experienced many battles, it is impossible A head-on confrontation with the war machine of a great power." The major understands that the Chinese army is fully capable of erasing the entire island from the map as long as it is willing, and his two hundred mercenaries, like dew evaporated in the morning sun, cannot last for five minutes at all. . "Didn't you kill five Americans last night?" "Knight" said unhurriedly, "I heard it was still a special force?"

"It's from AFSOC," Nada nodded, "belonging to a group called 'CATS'...but they are special operators who come to conduct secret operations, which is different from the Marine Corps with great fanfare in front of us. Now the whole world I am paying attention to these Chinese people, if something happens to them, I am afraid it will take less than half an hour for a video to appear on YouTube..." "Don't worry, Major, I understand the Chinese people's behavior very well," said the other party, with a hint of a smile, "They will never allow any media to report until the task of rescuing tourists is completed."

He stood up slowly, and stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand on the ashtray: "Taking advantage of the typhoon as cover now, Major, you still have a chance... If you catch them off guard, you can buy the necessary time for our work in the mine, and at the same time, it will greatly increase the success rate of your returning home safely... I think you must know what I mean." Of course Nada knew it well.In fact, he had already arranged an ambush line in the port and the nearby jungle. As long as he gave an order, he could massacre the unprepared marines who were approaching.Although these Chinese were tough, they knew nothing about the situation on the island, and it was impossible for them to carry heavy weapons and enough ammunition. This was the best chance—probably the only one.

But this is not the result that Nada wants to see. After all, he is the commander of the mercenary regiment. What the mercenaries need is money. Responsible for your life, responsible for the lives of your subordinates. "Yes, of course, sir, I understand what you mean..." Nada moistened his throat: "But I must also remind you that whether there will be a battle today or not, it is not in the contract we signed before." "Ha ha ha ha ha……" In the knight's laughter, there was a bone-chilling chill: "I know what you're implying, Major..." He paused, and raised three fingers:

"Thirty thousand." Nada frowned slightly: "Thirty thousand?" "Yes, these marines, if you kill one, I'll pay you 30,000 euros, transfer money from the Zurich bank, and transfer it directly to your mercenary group's account, absolutely safe 'clean money'." "Knight" put down his finger : "If you kill them all, I will give you another 20% as an extra reward." Nada didn't seem to be able to believe his ears: "This price... is higher than the Americans yesterday?" "Well..." The other party was silent for a moment: "Believe me, they are worth the price." For mercenaries living a bloody life, taking risks is commonplace, but Nada knows that the risks borne by fighting with a Marine Corps are incomparable to those previous murders and arson—only with Compared with the "bonus" of 3.6 million euros, this risk seems acceptable. "I can't refuse this proposal," Major Nada nodded, "Deal." "Then I'll wait for your good news." After finishing speaking, the knight stood up and left the room with two guards—this is the best way, if there is something wrong with this "knight" in the ensuing fierce battle, then no one will pay. The landing craft in the telescope has gradually approached the beach and port. Whether to fight or flee, whether to live or die, no matter what the consequences will be, it is time to make a decision.Nada thought for a while, picked up the telephone on the table: "Sophia, this is Nada." "Yes, Major, Sophia is online." "In one hour from now, the communication channel will be changed every 15 minutes, and all other channels will be blocked indiscriminately..." Nada paused: "Notify all units, the battle begins." At the same time he put down the talker, the first SMART missile tore apart Paget's peaceful illusion, broke out from the attic window of the Port Authority, whizzed and swirled in mid-air, and directly hit the cockpit of a landing craft, bursting Out of the fire. Then came the sound of gunfire, and the small pier, which was quiet and peaceful a few seconds ago, was immediately surrounded by blood and rain, turning into a real battlefield. "Welcome to Paget Island..." Major Nada smiled coldly, picked up the teacup on the table, and made a "toast" gesture to the gunpowder smoke outside the window: "Have a good time." A sentence of French with a Marseille accent.