Super Special Forces King

Chapter 539

539.

"It's not Manfred's government army, and I don't know the mercenary group!" Mayweather quickly reported what had happened to Joseph.

"You are a trash!"

After Joseph cursed mercilessly, and after a moment of silence, he said in a cold voice: "Now you stay where you are, and don't attack no matter what happens! I will be able to rush over in three days! Remember! Live?"

"Remember, remember." Mayweather replied quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Joseph's face was also unsightly. A hundred soldiers, his death sickle mercenary group can bear.

What surprised him the most was who was the attacker? Or which mercenary group is it?

He had already figured out the surrounding situation in Rwanda. Outside of the blood wolf mercenary group, there was no famous mercenary group.

And it's not the government army of Rwanda. Who can it be? Could there be other mercenaries who got news from Beveridge and arrived in front of them, wanting to occupy the gold mine? It is possible.

Do not consider the four major mercenary groups, and exclude them. Because if the four major mercenary groups acted, they would not take such a sneak attack, and they would be able to kill all their vanguard troops with random shots. It would not be a matter of just killing a hundred people.

That is the other three of the four small mercenary groups? Spanish Foreign Legion? No, they have recently topped an oil field in the Middle East and have no extra troops.

Dark Alliance? Thinking of this, Joseph shook his head. The Dark Alliance is especially a mercenary, rather than a killer organization. Assassination is their specialty.

All that is left is the Black Dragon Mercenary Group, most likely it is them.

...

The vanguard of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps had already shrunk. Under Zhang Feng's order, the two special forces of black and white impermanence, together with the blood massacre team, quickly swept the battlefield.

Firearms, ammunition, food, medicine, and water are not to be spared. As for the jewels and cash on the corpse, they were all collected.

Everyone got together again, and Zhang Feng said directly: "All the spoils of this battle belong to you personally, but remember, that's it!"

The fighters of the two special forces, the black and white impermanence, felt nothing, after all, they had no concept of money at all.

The twelve men in the blood slaughter brigade are all overjoyed. Killing a mercenary can get a reward of 10,000 U.S. dollars, and the spoils collected now belong to themselves.

This is also what Zhang Feng did deliberately. These twelve men had just surrendered, and they had to be win over them, otherwise they would lose another third of the forces in their hands.

At this time, he also said, "Tell me about the casualties."

"One person died in the special team of Heiwuchang!" Goshawk said, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. All the fighters of Heiwuchang were personally selected and trained by him, with deep feelings.

"Baiwuchang special team, one minor injury, zero deaths." Hound said.

"Blood Slaughter Brigade, zero casualties." The dancer said solemnly. The Blood Slaughter Brigade had four heavy machine guns in its hands, and the opponent who fired at the same time had no resistance at all, so it did not cause any casualties.

Zhang Feng nodded and let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

There are only 30 people he can use right now, and there is only one casualty. It is necessary to pay the least price to obtain the maximum benefit, otherwise even if it can completely wipe out the target, it will not make any sense.

The dancer said at this time: "Mad, what should we do next? After this blow, the target may be completely retracted."

Goshawk interrupted and said, "Head, or else we will kill them directly?"

Zhang Feng's brows wrinkled slightly, thinking in his heart that he should completely kill the Death Scythe mercenary group that could shrink the tortoise, and he had to pay the minimum price, otherwise the gain would not be worth the loss.

"Let me think about it! Don't worry! Order everyone to rest!" Zhang Feng did not answer immediately.

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the dancing boy and said, "Your blood massacre team, hand it to you."

The choreographer knew what he meant by what he said, nodded, stood up and walked towards the blood slaughter brigade resting in the distance.

Walked over, sat down, glanced over the twelve men, smiled, and said, "Now you have all fulfilled the requirement of annihilating the three enemies. Now you are all members of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps! Starting today, you will Individuals will enjoy an annual salary of 100,000 U.S. dollars and enjoy other benefits of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps!"

The mercenaries are all beaming. What they are most satisfied with is the annual salary of one hundred thousand dollars, and there is a promise of ten thousand dollars for a head!

Someone also noticed the benefits he was talking about and asked: "Report, Captain Gigolo, what do you mean by the benefits you just mentioned?"

"That's a good question! It's not good to say. Now we all put our heads on our waistbands and exchange our lives for money. No one knows what day we will fall. Therefore, the Huangquan Mercenary Corps will provide death Pension! Two-year salary! When you return to the station, you will report the beneficiary to me. In the event of an accident, the money will be sent to the corresponding beneficiary!" The dancer replied.

The expressions of the mercenaries are frozen on their faces, and the death pensions are only enjoyed in the regular army. There is such a saying in the mercenary regiment.

Use your life to exchange money, and you can get money if you live. Without life, there is no money. It's that simple, but also cruel and cold-blooded!

And that mercenary didn't pop out of a crack in the stone. There were parents on it. Many of the mercenaries were even families, some had children!

Once they die on the battlefield, their parents will be left alone and helpless, their wives will become widows, and their children will become orphans.

The death pension will become their support for future life.

The twelve mercenaries were forced to surrender to the Huangquan Mercenary Corps helplessly, and were attracted by a salary of one hundred thousand dollars to stay. Now the death pension allows them to fully integrate into the Huangquan Mercenary Corps from their hearts.

The voice of the dancer was introduced into Zhang Feng's ears through the wireless microphone. He did not discuss with Zhang Feng about the death’s pension, but put it forward on his own initiative.

Hearing his words, Zhang Feng's eyes also lit up, and he didn't think of this.

Only better welfare can attract more veterans to join the Huangquan Mercenary Corps, and can also strengthen the cohesion of the team. The increase in cohesion will directly manifest as the group combat effectiveness of the troops!

"Good job!" I couldn't help but praised the dancer through the wireless microphone.

The dancer snorted twice, and said with a smile: "Crazy man, I think we should need a senior enterprise management talent to manage the mercenary group in the same way as a company!"

"Grass! I think your way will work! We will be on the market by then, hahaha." Zhang Feng smiled.

The two of them didn't realize that a joke would become a reality in the future.