Battlefield Contractor

In the farm, Foreman, the leader of Lucifer's team, walked over and knocked on the door of the villa. The one who likes to come out to answer the door is a woman, white and tall, with black hair that is rare among whites. This woman is surprisingly good in figure and looks good. But Foreman still couldn't hide his contempt for her. He knew that this woman was nothing more than the plaything of the shadow agent, which was found in the red light district of Amsterdam last week.

Foreman even suspected that the shadow broker wanted this woman just to reduce direct contact with herself and others, and let her act as a message.

This beauty leaned on the door and gave Foreman a provocative wink, "Mr. Foreman, is there anything you want, or did you come here to find me?"

Foreman didn't want to talk nonsense with her, just pushed her aside. "Sir, you must come out to see me, we are in big trouble."

"Foreman, it's not good for you to treat a lady like this. Besides, Ruby is such a lovely lady." The shadow broker stood up from his computer desk. "What the **** is going on?" His voice still came out through the voice changer under the mask.

"Someone plans to be against you. I don't know how this information was leaked, but the farm is no longer safe. Sir, you'd better prepare. If the situation is not good, we must leave everything behind. Throwing things away. My task is to protect you. I won’t care about your chick and the messy computer equipment here." Foreman looked at the shadow broker.

"I understand." The shadow broker was silent for a while, then smiled in a low voice. "But I still hope that you better respect what I mean. After all, I am paying you for this mission. Moreover, I really need Miss Ruby's service. She knows how to make men happy and not so boring. No matter where I go, I will take her with me."

This **** bastard, he was thinking of women when he died. Foreman resisted the discomfort in his heart, waved his hand and said, "It's up to you, but no one will take care of her then." After that, he turned and walked out.

After walking out of the villa, Foreman whispered to the team members who were guarding outside, "Be refreshed, be optimistic about this place, and never leave."

"Yes, Captain." The members of the Lucifer team nodded. They are all experienced mercenaries, not only loyal and reliable, but also calm and composed. Foreman still didn't feel relieved, and he called several other team members over and asked them separately before returning to the next room.

As the captain of Lucifer's team, Foreman had only one belief in his mind, and that was to make a name for an old mercenary company like Morningstar. He should belong to the battlefield, a more intense place, and a place that better reflects his value. But the dilemma of the protection task at the moment made him dissatisfied.

Although Foreman was delighted to be the new captain of the Lucifer team and to establish a mercenary team under his own leadership, on the other hand, he increasingly wanted to make a difference. This task and the difficult employers, He was beginning to gradually lose his little patience. On the other hand, Foreman also understands that as long as this mission fails, the company's board of directors will punish him severely, and he is likely to lose trust because of this. This is the path they chose. Once they lose the trust of Joe and the company, the company will hunt and destroy him without hesitation.

The Gibbs brothers watched Foreman secretly and exchanged glances. Foreman knows very well that although these two guys' heads are sometimes not bright, they are indeed the best fighters in the entire team. The upcoming battle touched the deepest desire in their hearts. Foreman could almost smell their excitement and agitation from the smell of their bodies.

"In any case, this mission is to protect the goal as the first consideration." Foreman added.

His vigorous advice came to the hearts of the Gibbs brothers.

"Captain, do you think someone will come to carry out a sneak attack this time? I mean, does someone really want to kill the guy who wears a mask and doesn't know the so-called?" the boss of the Gibbs brothers asked suspiciously Tao.

Little Gibbs, his younger brother, patted his brother on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter who it is, if they choose to go their own way, then I will ensure everyone's safety here, brother."

Foreman nodded solemnly, and an imperceptible smug smile appeared on his face.

The news that there will be an attack at night has put the entire farm in an atmosphere of inexplicable tension. The first ray of moonlight in the night has not come, and the night is darker than expected. Foreman has ordered all lighting fixtures to be turned on. Even a row of large night operation lights was lifted out of the warehouse, illuminating the entire farm as bright as day.

The attack happened as expected, and everything happened at this flashing moment.

Hearing the sudden sound of gunshots and alarms, the Gibbs brothers and the mercenaries screamed frantically. "Enemy attack!" A Lucifer squad's mercenary was hit by a bullet in the chest, splashing with bright red blood on the combat clothing.

"Sniper!"

The remaining Lucifer squad members quickly dispersed, each looking for favorable terrain for cover. Just after they stooped to hide behind a huge boulder, another mercenary was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

After a nervous mercenary rushed to the house where the other people were hiding, he held his breath and carefully pointed out his head to check where the sniper was hiding, but the hapless guy just showed his head and shot a bullet. Just hitting his shoulder, the mercenary's body fell heavily, and he couldn't help cursing, "Damn hell."

In just a few minutes, two mercenaries were killed by fire from outside the farm. Foreman was truly surprised this time. He could even vaguely hear the moving footsteps of the attackers hiding in the dark.

Damn, the opponent is a master. Foreman pushed the dead mercenary aside, and if they remained here, they would be wiped out in a few minutes. "There are only a few attackers on the side!" Foreman shouted, "They are forcing us to move to the flank, but our only option is to rush up. Although their marksmanship is good, they are not familiar with the terrain, and we The number is superior, this is the only hope for reducing casualties!"

He heard the Spanish mercenary hound replied loudly on the other side of the farm, "The captain is right, everyone is counting down three seconds!"