Chapter 33: Freelance Mercenaries

Translated by: kevin1782

Edited by: Isalee

Gao Yang was already prepared to leave. Hare was still bidding farewell to Malik. Bob was calling his old man. As long as the location was confirmed, they could get going.

However, after Bob called, he received some bad news. He gave Gao Yang a doleful look after hanging up, saying, Bro, things have gotten very bad. My dads in trouble this time. Really! He left a bit too late, he and a few Resistance leaders were trapped by the Government troops. The Government troops were again surrounded by another Resistance troop, but those idiots couldnt charge through the surrounding Government troops.

He buried his face in his hands. He rubbed his face a few times irately and gave a long sigh, saying, Say the word, what do you need us to do?

Since when did Bob experience this type of situation? He said resignedly, I dont know, mydadlet me leave on my own and not care about him. But how could I leave alone without him, Gao Yang, I need your help.

Gao Yang nodded and said, "Okay, well go there to look at the situation. Maybe we can help in some way."

After that, Gao Yang hesitated on how to tell Tribe about this matter. Tribo could speak Arabic, but he was not really fluent in English. He could not understand what Gao Yang and Bob had said. But as Gao Yang was hesitating about it, Tribo asked curiously, "What happened Bro Yang, something up?

Gao Yang originally wanted to leave with Hare, but now it was not a good idea. Gao Yang sighed, "Nothing major, I was just gonna do something and I cant take you with me. Be careful. Will call you if it's smooth on my side. "

"Chey, looking at your expression, I know you have to go to war. What, dont trust your bro? Im telling you, Im no longer the kid who played stuffed dogs. Look at my gun, this is what I bought last year. And now Ive used at least a thousand rounds. Do you want to leave me by myself now? Are you stupid? Go on, we brothers work together and well get tis shit done.

Gao Yang shook his head. "Hare, this is real, not Counter-Strike, I cant let you risk your life."

Tribo looked with disdain still: "Bro Yang, others dont know me, but you dont? To be honest with you, I didnt wasnt intending on leaving at all. I wanted to stay and become a mercenary. Sure, you can say Im stupid or retarded, but I finally got the opportunity I longed for after so long. I have to realize my dreams and aspirations man, Ill accept it even if I die trying. I still have a younger brother anyways[1]."

Gao Yang knew that becoming a sniper was his dream, but he didnt think that Tribo would really take his own life to realize it.

Gao Yang didnt hesitate anymore and patted Tribos shoulders hard. He roared, Alright! We buddies will play once more, real this time, and big!

Tribo was so relaxed as if he wasnt going to war. His expression was lax. After waiting for Malik to open the shop, Tribo bade farewell to Malik as well as Fedor before spiritedly exiting the store.

The situation was quite dangerous not suitable for a reluctant parting. Gao Yang and Fedors group didnt say much, but after a mutual Take care, Bob and him went out the door. They then helped Malik pull the shutters down outside.

As soon as Gao Yang went out, he saw a man carrying a gun on his shoulder and limping towards him. The man froze for a moment after seeing the three and then said with heavily accented English, "Who is the one who just fired amongst you three?"

He was Caucasian, tall and muscular, and seemed to be around forty. Its just that he was full of dust, including his beard. The dust fell as he spoke. It seemed very battered and sorry for him as it was ashen with dust.

Gao Yang didnt recognize the man but not the RPD [2] light machine gun on his back. This was exactly the gunner who had cooperated twice with Gao Yang with great chemistry.

Gao Yang strode forward. It was me. Heya, you injured?

The Caucasian nodded. It could be counted as a greeting. He then put the machine gun down, his face furious. "No injuries, only got hit by something. Very happy to work side by side with you by the way, youre amazing. Pardon my presumption or impertinence, are you guys also freelance mercs? If yes, Ill advise you: dont accept the Resistances hires, they're untrustworthy. They talked about the price but refused to pay, these bastards."

Gao Yang and Bob glanced at each other and both of them seemed to understand the meaning through each other's eyes.

Gao Yang lightly coughed, What happened? Your mercenary corp seems to be not doing well because they refused to pay?

The gunner shook his head. Were not a corp but some freelance mercenaries temporarily grouped together. However, my best friend was recently killed. D*mn, I did not expect to be shelled. Ah, my name is Grolev, awfully pleased to meet you. I would like to ask if you have a job now? Do you have any interest in finding a job together? You know, the situation for us freelance mercenaries is inferior to that of the mercenary corps. So, its better for us to find work together."

Bob didnt wait for Gao Yang and asked, What price would you be satisfied with?

Grolev glimpsed at the hotel that was already a heap of rubbles before sighing, If its a long-term job, three hundred dollars a day at the very least. If its solo mission I gotta look at the situation, but my starting price would be five hundred dollars.

Gao Yang could hardly believe his very ears. These people sold their lives off for money, but one battle cost no more than five hundred dollars. Selling ones life for such a price was a bit too much even for a good bargain.

Bob glanced at Gao Yang and solicited his opinion. Gao Yang nodded his head forthwith and profusely. This gunners performance was deeply engraved into his mind. Itd simply be gospel music to the ears if he were successfully hired.

Seeing that they were unanimous in their decision, Bob immediately said, Its like that. We aint mercs, but we wanna hire you.

Grolev was somewhat disappointed at first, but after hearing that, heimmediately andexcitedly roared, What mission? How much?

Bob unhesitantly said, We arent sure what the missions like, but I can pay you a grand and then you offer a price when you see the situation. As long as your prices are reasonable, we wont refuse.

Saying that, Bob reached for his money but awkwardly found out that he only had a few bucks on him. Gao Yang responsively took out money from his pockets and gave it to Bob.

Seeing the money in Bobs hands, Grolev immediately changed his expression. He said strictly, No dinarii or rials, these will soon be scrap paper, only US dollars. Just pay the five hundred dollar deposit first. Well, if I cant take your job, I will refund you.

Bob counted five one hundred dollar bills and passed them to Grolev before returning the rest to Gao Yang. Then he turned his head and said, Can we talk while we walk?

Mr Morgans trapped position was not far from Fedors shop. It was only a half hour walk. Tribo had lived here for a long time so naturally knew the way, but they still had to be aware of the chaotic environment and had to be careful along the way.

Asked to go there, Grolev suddenly said, "I know where. Thats where we come from, the Resistances control site, the road is fairly smooth all the way there."

What Grolev said was good news. Gao Yang narrated Mr Morgans plight.We dont know what were gonna do after reaching there,but you are a veteran and I'd like to hear from you.

Grolev did not hesitate to speak. "The Resistance is full of Cyka Blyats [3], my opinion is to help them as soon as possible because if its too late, the government forces are more than likely to have killed all of your guys."

When they heard this, both Yang and Bob were taken aback and the two accelerated their steps immediately. But after they did, Grolev could not keep up.

"Can you slow down? Very sorry, my leg was hit. Though its not serious, it still affects me."

Grolev was carrying an RPD, which was an old but very reliable gun.Similar to an AK-47, it had thirty-nine 7.62mm intermediate ammunition with a drum with a capacity of one hundred rounds as ammunition feed. The machine gun itself was seven to eight kilograms.Grolev also carried a few drums which added up to at least twenty kilograms.

Gao Yang looked at Grolev: How many bullets do you have? Enough?

"I still have four fully-loaded drums, three empty. Indeed somewhat not enough, but bullets are easy to find."

Gao Yang nodded and said, "We have to speed up. Pass ur gun over and let us carry your gun, so that we can travel faster."

After that, Yang faced Tribo who was at the front and ordered, Hare, come carry his gun, Ill lead.

Tribo ran over and took the Grolev's gun without any sound. Then he gestured to Grolev to also hand over his backpack.

Twenty to kilograms of weight was nothing to Tribo. Although his nickname was Hare, when he was with Yang, he was usually exploited by Yang like a mule. If his great strength was not used for coolies labor[4], itd put his muscular build to waste.

Carrying his own sniper rifle, Tribo shifted the machine gun into a horizontal position and said, How the hell are you gonna take a 98K andreconnoiterthe front? Secondly, do you recognize the way? Same old rules. Ill pioneer, you cover me.

After saying that, Tribo walked out first while Gao Yang resignedly shook his head and pulled out several meters from Bob. The group of four quickly walked to their destination.

Grolevs speed picked up after there was no burden. While walking, Gao Yang still couldnt bear his curiosity. Grolev, are you Russian? Are you a retired veteran?

Grolev nodded and said, "Yes, Russian. A paratrooper. Participated in the Chechen wars twice and entered Grozny both times. Please be assured, I wont let you down."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "I've seen your way of fighting, I know your strength. To be honest, you are terrific."

Bob, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised. His knowledge of hired mercenaries was greater than Gao Yangs. He knew that after fighting the two Chechen wars, Grolevs qualifications were very impressive and brag-worthy. Bob also knew that Grolevs capabilities were really shocking such a man should be highly sought after by the mercenary corps, even to the point of robbing. How did he end up being mixed together with freelance mercenaries who had the highest death rates?

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