Battlefield Contract Worker

In the farm, Foreman, the captain of the Lucifer team, walked over and knocked on the door of the villa. The person who came out to answer the door was a tall, fair-skinned woman with black hair that was rarely seen among white people. This woman is surprisingly good-looking and looks good. But Foreman still couldn't hide his contempt for her. He knew that this woman was nothing more than a plaything for the Shadow Broker, whom he found in Amsterdam's red-light district last week.

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

The beauty leaned against the door and gave Foreman a very provocative wink, "Mr. Forman, what's the matter with you, or did you make a special trip to find me?"

Foreman had no intention of talking nonsense with her, but just pushed her aside. "Sir, you must come out and 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 charming lady." The shadow agent stood up from his computer desk. "What the **** is going on?" His voice still came through the voice changer under the mask.

"Someone is planning against you. I don't know how the news leaked, but the farm is no longer safe. Sir, you better prepare, if the situation is bad, then we must leave everything we can. The things left behind. My task is to protect you, and I will not care about your little girl and your messy computer equipment." Forman looked at the shadow agent and said.

"I see." The Shadow Broker was silent for a while, then smiled and whispered. "But I still hope that you'd better respect what I mean, after all, I'm paying you for this mission. Besides, I really need Miss Ruby's services. She knows how to make men happy and not so boring. Wherever I go, I will take her with me."

This **** bastard, thinking about women when he's about to die. Foreman resisted the discomfort in his heart, waved his hand and said, "As you wish, but no one will take care of her at that time." After speaking, he turned and walked out.

After walking out of the villa, Forman whispered to the few team members who were guarding outside, "Get up, keep an eye on 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 was still not at ease, and called the other members of his team over to instruct them before returning to the next room.

As the captain of the Lucifer Squad, Foreman had only one belief in his mind, and that was to make a name for himself in an old-fashioned mercenary company like Morningstar. He should belong to the battlefield, a more intense place, a place that can better reflect his value. And the current dilemma of protection tasks makes him dissatisfied.

Although Foreman was very happy to be the new captain of the Lucifer squad and to establish a mercenary team under his leadership, on the other hand, he wanted to achieve something more and more. This task and a difficult employer, It was beginning to make him gradually lose the little patience he had left. On the other hand, Foreman also understands that as long as this mission fails, the board of directors of the company will definitely punish him severely, and he is likely to lose trust because of it. The path they chose was this, once they lost the trust of Joe and the company, the company would not hesitate to hunt and destroy him together.

The Gibbs brothers on the side watched Foreman and exchanged glances secretly. Foreman knew very well that although these two guys were sometimes not smart, they were indeed the best fighters in the entire squad. The upcoming battle touched their deepest desires, and Foreman could almost smell their excitement and agitation from the scent of their bodies.

"In any case, the mission is to protect the target as the first consideration." Forman added.

His powerful counsel came to the heart of the Gibbs brothers.

"Captain, do you think someone will really attack this time? I mean, does someone really want to kill that guy who wears a mask and doesn't know what he's called?" the eldest of the Gibbs brothers asked suspiciously road.

Little Gibbs, the younger brother next to him, patted his brother on the shoulder. "Whoever he is, if they choose to go their own way, then I'll be here to keep everyone safe, brother."

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

The news of a possible attack at night has put the entire farm in an inexplicable tension. The first ray of moonlight of the night has not come, and the night is darker than expected. Foreman had ordered all the lighting to be turned on. Even a large row of night work 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 moment of lightning.

Hearing the sudden sound of gunshots and alarms, the Gibbs brothers and the mercenaries immediately roared wildly. "Enemy attack!" A mercenary of the Lucifer squad was hit in the chest with a bullet, and the battle clothes splattered with bright red blood.

"Sniper!"

The remaining members of the Lucifer team quickly dispersed, each looking for favorable terrain to rely on cover~www.readwn.com~ Just when they bent down to hide behind a boulder, another mercenary was hit by a bullet, Fall to the ground and die.

After a nervous mercenary rushed to the house where the others were hiding, he held his breath and cautiously stuck his head out to see where the sniper was hiding, but the unlucky guy just showed his head and shot a bullet. Right on his shoulder, the mercenary's body fell heavily, and he couldn't stop cursing, "Damn it."

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

Damn, the other party is a master. Foreman pushed the fallen mercenary aside, and if they remained there, they would be wiped out in a few minutes. "There are only a few attackers on the flank!" Foreman shouted, "They are forcing us to move towards the flank, but our only option is to rush forward. Although their marksmanship is good, they are not familiar with the terrain, and we The number of people is dominant, this is the only hope for reducing casualties!"

He heard the Spanish mercenary hound reply loudly from the other side of the farm, "The captain is right, everyone counts down three seconds!"

(End of this chapter)