Battlefield Contract Worker

After a round of selection, only three of these mercenaries remained.

A black man named Cook, thin but fierce. He was a child soldier, proficient in all kinds of light weapons. He's a Burundian mercenary, one of the poorest countries in the world, a closed African nation known for territorial wars between tribes. A child soldier, who can survive to twenty-one years old in the midst of endless tribal wars, is a miracle in itself.

Another, Saladin, was the youngest gang leader in Afghanistan. It is an open secret that Afghanistan has never lost a war in its history. They may be the poorest people in the world, but they know how to fight a war. They often use small guerrillas to drag the enemy beyond help. This guy nicknamed Saladin is a guerrilla expert.

The last German, Hans, was a silent Demoman who took over from Park Dong-sang. He only has one ear and nine fingers, but he is the best mechanic and explosion expert. Calm, silent and almost innate German finesse and meticulousness.

Lin Rui looked at the three people, nodded and said, "Welcome to o2, but there are still many things you have to do next. Individual ability is very important, but whether you can integrate into the team is the key. Accept some low-level comprehensive tasks in the next few months. To cultivate team tacit understanding and cooperation."

"I just want to know, can we make a lot of money?" Black Cook whispered.

"It depends on how much you are worth." Lin Rui turned around and said, "In your hometown of Burundi, the price of a mercenary is similar to a semi-automatic weapon, or even cheaper. Because as long as they can shoot, they will be unarmed. The civilians who shouted were a good soldier.

The salary of the o2 squad is ten times, maybe even dozens of times, that of this type of mercenary. But it's worth the money, and employers never pay big bucks for simple actions. If you want a high salary, you have to take high risks. In addition, I have to tell you one more thing, if you have money, you have to spend your life. "

The three mercenaries looked at each other and were speechless.

"You guys, start training with the team from tomorrow." Lin Rui waved, "Crazy Horse, you'd better teach these newcomers."

"Understood." Crazy Horse nodded.

"What? We are mercenaries, do we have to train like regular troops?" Saladin frowned.

"No one is forcing you, but if you want to live, it's best to train with the team. Because this is the way to keep you in the best shape, and the fastest way to integrate into the team. You have to learn to be clear about your position in the battle, surrounding Companion position. You have to know where to effectively support your comrades and where to be under cover. Unless you want to go it alone. But trust me, that will kill you quickly. In o2, The speed of making money is very fast, but it must not catch up with the speed of dying." Lin Rui shrugged and turned away.

"This is the end, this yellow race is Captain Rick?" Saladin frowned.

"Welcome to join, man." Crazy Horse patted him on the shoulder. "You'll get used to it later. Of course, you have to live until the day you get used to it. Also, don't use the name yellow, Rick doesn't like it. Try to Follow him, and you'll find that with us, you'll live longer."

Lin Rui did not have too much communication with these mercenaries. They have a good foundation, but as he said, personal ability does not mean everything. His o2 team has always only been suitable, not necessarily the best.

Back at the station, Zhao Jianfei came towards him and threw him a bottle of beer that was frozen just right. "You kid, when did you come back?"

Lin Rui took a sip of the beer and said with a smile, "Just got back. Why, you didn't have a mission?"

Zhao Jianfei shrugged and said, "I just came back. Our mission in Niger has just ended. I thought we could relax, but the silver wolf called us back again."

"Is there a new mission?" Lin Rui frowned, "I don't seem to have heard him mention it."

"Who knows, I also asked him, but he didn't say anything. But I can see that he must be in trouble." Zhao Jianfei shrugged, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and took a cigarette, "I heard Your team is replenishing manpower?"

"No way, there have been a lot of casualties in the last few missions. Group B and Group C are both absent. Group A..." Lin Rui said after a moment of silence, "The Korean guy is dead, so we have to find someone. To replace him, the team can't be without a Demoman."

Zhao Jianfei nodded, "I saw the person you chose, and it's not bad. But that Saladin is a tricky guy. He was born in Afghan bandits and has a famous thorn. If you want to use him, you have to sharpen his spirit. "

"Thorn head? Could a Russian guy Sergey be even more thorny?" Lin Rui smiled and said, "If he dares to mess around, the Russian guy alone will be enough for him to drink a pot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is also true ." Zhao Jianfei smiled. "I'm starting to envy you. It's easy to lead a team. It's like I'm in charge of a big stall? Speaking of which, I'm also your master. How do you feel that you are better than me?"

"You pretend again, you have at least a dozen teams like us." Lin Rui shook his head and said, "Black Panther Gu Lei is even more powerful, and this guy has more than one regiment of troops. Speaking of which, let's put This guy was rescued from prison. Look at what a dog he is now."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Jianfei said with a smile, "That's right, have you seen his military uniform? Every time I see this guy now, I always have the urge to salute him."

"Really? Then I want to see and see. Come and salute me." Black Panther Gu Lei came over from the side. His military uniform is indeed exaggerated. In fact, it is not an ordinary military uniform but a formal dress, embroidered with gold edging patterns, and there is no military rank on his shoulders, but this style seems to catch up with the marshal.

Black Panther Gulei is a royal family of a certain country in Africa, His Royal Highness, a serious prince. Although his family is no longer in power, his prestige remains high. In addition, he is very social, and he often visits the mansions of various African dignitaries.

Lin Rui held back his laughter and shook his head, "But Lao Zhao was right. Gu Lei, you are absolutely amazing. Don't talk about him, I can't help but want to salute when I see him."

"Look, what did I say?" Zhao Jianfei laughed. "I'm not alone with this feeling, am I?"

"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you. Let's go, the silver wolf is looking for you." Black Panther Gu Lei shook his head and said, "When did you arrive, I just came back."

Lin Rui frowned slightly, Silver Wolf called the three of them together at the same time, there must be something to announce. ()