Mercenaries who successfully completed a month-long NGO escort mission were expected to perform one of the bandit's extermination missions.
"What are you doing!
On the garrison road, a commander who praised the mercenaries yesterday in an upbeat mood was raging and yelling in front of his new home.
"Come on, the leader's eating your sermon. What happened..."
Johnny and True, who happened to come out of the garrison, saw the commander when outraged and the schematic of a new home shriveled by lightning.
"Don't ever imitate me like that again in the future!
Yelling again one last time, the commander went through between Johnny and True into a two-story building in the garrison.
"Mr. Problem Child Leader, what did you do this time?
Johnny asks with a nigga laugh. I'm glad to see that this man, who is always prestigious, was scolded and made smaller.
"It's no big deal. I was just playing with the kids."
"Your leader was playing football with the children using the heads of the bodies of the government forces! There's a lot of carelessness in teaching adults to behave like carcasses!
A commander believed to have entered the garrison building exposed why he was scolding him face-to-face from inside the building.
"With that much play, you won't have to be so angry. Smile and forgive me... I'm really stiff."
A new home free from the Commander's sermon is foolish as he walks shoulder to shoulder with True and Johnny.
"Whenever on the battlefield, from the corpse of an enemy soldier who had just died from being made a beehive, he was out of his body because he had a good heart, so I played cardiac catch ball, and a regular army superior pissed me off."
"Don't you feel like mourning the dead?
True to ask frightened.
"I'm not playing with a corpse because I have one. Why doesn't anyone know that?"
A new home that speaks of disastrous things. Of course I don't really understand it or Johnny, and I don't want to.
"There are too many careless cooks in the world. Yikes. If you were to ask God, the first would be to destroy all the men but me, and the second would be to destroy all the careless cooks. But it's up to the girl to change her mind, add her to the sex slave and let her do it."
True and Johnny were silent in a hundred million robberies when they reacted to a new home that they didn't understand.
"Yes, when I first went to Junko's back in the day, I really didn't need a man other than me - he asked me to destroy them all, and I told him I couldn't do it. I told him to let me do one shot because he didn't, and he refused even if he compromised by letting me rub his tits. I thought I couldn't allow him to experiment with the human body even though he wouldn't let me rub one of his boobs while keeping it with a wishful Mad Scientist, so I stopped being an experimental bench."
A new home that speaks with a true face. Honestly, I was really interested in what relationship Junko and his new home were in, but now I was feeling complicated, like I didn't want to know what I wanted to know.
More the next day. The PLA commander spoke extremely critical information in front of the PLA elite units and mercenaries.
"I know where Bubbaba, the leader of the bandits, is."
The PLA soldiers bother with the Commander's report.
"He looked it up and found it for me"
The commander points to his new home.
"Come on, what are you telling me to be stupid and honest when I say I can make it your handle?
While wearing a nibble, I try to be just modest about the shape of my new home.
"How did you find me?"
Lei Li asks his new home.
"Wow - it's easy, and it's not a big, funny story. You said some of the bandits were spies of the PLA. By their guide, they put me inside the bandit army. Of course, hide your face. Even the soldiers in the bandit army didn't seem to know where the head was, but I didn't even think they knew where the executive class was, so I found a guy in the executive who seemed bored this way and made a deal. That's all."
"For a few days after the escort started, is that why you suddenly skipped"
Simon said convinced.
"The commander told me that the bandits didn't have a single rock. Then I thought maybe I could put it in. Well, in case I fail, I was confident I'd make it through."
A new home with a doya face and a chest up.
"Infiltrate Bubbaba strongholds with a handful of elites and subdue him before he escapes. From what I've heard, you've also done undercover duty, so I'm asking you to take command."
The commander looked at the mercenaries and told them.
"We're good, but in the form of directing deposits with us outside, don't you get dissatisfied over there?
The new home takes a confirmation. Right next to me, they say there's an elite unit of government troops, so I'm worried about my eyes.
"I can't even afford to say that. And the brave name of the eleventh chairman of the mercenary school is also known here, and no one will complain."
"Oh, he was a pretty good talker. I'm sorry. Fool, stubborn, careless cook."
"Huh? When did you say that?
A commander who listens to the dialogue in his new home and rounds his eyes.
"In the shadows..."
"Ha... aren't you the big fool?
The commander exhales loudly. PLA soldiers and mercenaries laugh more and more.
"Normally, mercenaries are not treated with such good treatment, nor are they trusted. There are exceptions. The eleventh chairman of the mercenary school is one of those exceptions. We keep it in the spill."
Alan whispered from behind True and Johnny.
It wasn't true that I wasn't interested in what other mercenaries looked like, but it probably wouldn't be relevant to me. And now, spending time with members of the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School gives a lot to gain. I can feel myself being sharpened day by day.
I became a mercenary in the name of building myself up, but I never train in a safe zone. I am only in action. Death always sticks together.
"Even with a delicious spill, fighting for your life on the battlefield doesn't change."
Johnny said pompous in the face. They were thinking the same thing as true.
"Ma'am. When you die, you die."
Alan smiles and shrugs his shoulder.
(I will not die...)
True to strongly deny Alan's words in your heart.
True accepts that the so-called readiness to die is a sense of vigilance that we are in a situation close to death. I don't feel that way about giving up on the possibility of being killed, or regretting death whenever you die, not being afraid of death, or dying having no choice. Simon is right, it's unnecessary for me to be ready to die like that.
A man named Bubaba, the leader of the bandit army, was a formidable warrior until only six months ago.
But now, his cheeks and neck are luxurious, and his belly is in a swollen obese shape like that of a pregnant woman.
Surrounded by overflowing treats, booze and naked girls, the man himself exposed to ugly nakedness in an unwrapped manner and living his days in the liquor pond flesh grove, once known as a hero, is now corrupt and this body, buying objections from some of his allies.
They continue to pillage in villages all over the country, sexually enslaving or selling off girls they've taken as human traffickers. The men are also being taken and forced to work in diamond and gold mines.
Bubaba had been turned into a golden deceased, even though he was assisted by an organization called Private Oilfield Shop and moved as they said. Just let the bandits do whatever they want, they can get assistance from private oilfielders, and looting and manipulation leads straight to revenue. Violence without vision gives birth to wealth. Nothing could be more laughable.
Bubbaba was an instant and immediate man and another lucky man. But that was it. Therefore, I didn't think about the future. Nor did I predict at all the consequences of my behavior.
"Dear Bubbaba! Government forces are attacking!
"Whew!?
Therefore, to my men's report, my mouth was wide open enough that my jaw was about to come off.
"They found this safe house! You're such an idiot! No way an insider......!?
At this point, it was Bubbaba who finally doubted the existence of insiders.