"That's right, Robert Miller, a one-man mercenary group."
"Damn it, isn't this guy dead?"
"..."
Facing the voices of discussion, the wight didn't show any emotion, but stared at the mercenary in front of him with fierce eyes.
"OK, OK, you are Robert, there is no way I won't give you face, like this..."
"call!"
The sudden sound of breaking wind struck fiercely, and Yan Fenghuo took action without any warning, punching the mercenary on the cheek.
"ah!"
Screams were heard, and the mercenary's strong body flew backwards, hitting the ground heavily, and then covered his face and rolled crazily, in extreme pain.
Staring at Yan Fenghuo who took action, some of the mercenaries just took a deep look, but more of the mercenaries showed angry looks.
"Damn it!" A mercenary who was as strong as a bear cursed loudly, pushed the girl in his arms away, stood up and was about to step forward.
"Do you want to die?" A mercenary next to him grabbed the guy and whispered: "He is Yan Fenghuo, the guy wanted by the Jewish consortium who issued a global arrest warrant!"
The mercenary was stunned for a moment and immediately chose to sit down.
"Hey, man, don't be impulsive, this guy is the guy who got rid of the wanted order of the Jewish syndicate on the banks of the Don River."
"Shit! It's him?!"
"..."
The discussion became louder, and everyone stared at Yan Fenghuo with strange eyes, and unanimously chose to stay where they were.
The wight shrugged and said helplessly: "I thought I was more famous, but I didn't expect you to be more famous."
Faced with the wight's ridicule, Yan Fenghuo just smiled, walked slowly to the bar, picked up a bottle of beer, opened it, took a big sip, and looked around at the mercenaries in the bar.
These mercenaries are very mixed and chaotic, with varying sizes and residuals. But they have one thing in common: they are all small mercenary organizations.
A truly large mercenary organization has its own strict discipline and its own station, and will never gather in a small bar like them. To some extent, these small mercenary groups must adopt a kind of cooperation.
way to confront large mercenary groups.
They also want the Jewish treasure. Since they are not strong enough to fight for it, joining forces is undoubtedly the best choice. But no one knows how long this alliance can last. For those who see wealth, they are like a vicious dog.
For soldiers, alliance is just an early step.
This is a gap in strength, and the gap in strength is made up by the number of people.
"Although their strength is very average, they are also a group of professional armed forces." The dog's head was pressed against Yan Fenghuo's ear, and he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Vampires, no one can guarantee what the fight will be like.
In a battle, more people always have many advantages."
Indeed, no one knows what this chaos will turn into in the end. But in the end, there will inevitably be a crazy battle, maybe a one-sided battle, maybe an unprecedented melee.
Relatively speaking, a one-sided battle is much better than a melee. Because no one can predict the changes caused by a melee, there are only two outcomes in a one-sided battle: victory or defeat.
"Hire them." Dog Head continued: "Maybe you don't know that those large-scale mercenary legions have been hired by David, so..."
Yan Fenghuo instantly understood the purpose of the dog head and the wight in bringing him here. It turned out that in addition to the team of twenty-four people, David had already hired mercenaries. The team of twenty-four people had more experts in various professional skills.
Naturally, it is not a strong fighting force, and David's arrangements are very cautious.
Similarly, Yan Fenghuo also made arrangements, and both parties made their plans extremely shrewdly.
"I am Yan Fenghuo, Yan Fenghuo who once escaped from the Jewish syndicate's global wanted order and has been living until now. In addition, I also have a nickname, and I am called the Flame of Vengeance." Yan Fenghuo said in a rather plain voice.
In a tone of voice, he leaned on the bar, holding a beer bottle in his right hand and said to everyone: "These are not the point. The point is that I know where the Jewish treasure is, because this is a mission I initiated."
As soon as the words fell, the bar immediately fell into chaos. Almost all of them came to make money after hearing about it, but they did not know that Yan Fenghuo was the real initiator. They did not question it, because the name Yan Fenghuo alone was enough.
Make them convinced.
Because no one can survive the Jewish consortium's global wanted order, and no one dares to launch revenge killings against the United States. In the mercenary world, the strong are always respected, at least while they are alive.
Yan Fenghuo smiled and took a sip of beer, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. He looked at the different expressions and different eyes with interest. He found that although these eyes were different, they had one thing in common.
:obsession with money.
The voice gradually became quieter, and the mercenaries knew that Yan Fenghuo, who was leaning against the bar, was the center and the protagonist.
"Revenge Flame, are what you said true or false?" A mercenary suddenly questioned.
Faced with doubts, Yan Fenghuo smiled lightly and said: "If you think what I say is true, then what I say is true. I am very busy, and I have no time to chat with you here. In the same way, you are also very
If you are busy, you naturally don’t want to talk useless nonsense to me, right?”
The questioning mercenaries shrugged and sat down. This kind of question didn't require a direct answer at all. They came with the news, so it would be great if there was someone who could lead the way.
"To be honest, your strength is too weak. It is basically impossible to compete for the next piece of fat." Yan Fenghuo said bluntly to everyone: "You should carefully consider how much weight you have, and don't die needlessly."
This sentence undoubtedly made him the target of the anger of the mercenaries in an instant. These mercenaries were all self-respecting masters. They all survived the knife edge and their hands were stained with blood. Do you think they are weak?
"Hahaha..." Yan Fenghuo put the anger of these people in his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't deny it, when the Jewish consortium issued a wanted order for me, there seemed to be many mercenaries who wanted to kill me and get the reward.
Jin, but what? No one who succeeds will either be killed by me or trampled to death by the iron hoofs of the Cossacks. You are weak. This is an indisputable fact. If you can defeat the Cossacks, if you can defeat the French Foreign Legion, if
If you can defeat EO..."
All the mercenaries shut their mouths and retracted their angry expressions. They were no match for the ace mercenaries, and they were not even qualified to carry their opponents' shoes. Because they were mercenaries who lived in the cracks, and they did not want the meat that others had eaten.
Only then will it be their turn to drink the broth.
Just like when all the products are now occupied by brands, there are still many no-name brands flooding the market. The reason is the same. You cannot become a brand, but you can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing.
"I don't know how much wealth the Jewish treasures store, but I know that even the tip of the iceberg is enough to make each of you a real rich man. You can drink the fine wine of Raphael Manor without any scruples.
Tasting different beauties will also allow you to enjoy the delicious taste of cannabis without worrying about anything." Yan Fenghuo paused, then threw out a pie that made everyone excited: "If you own one percent, Forbes
Your name will be on it; if you own ten percent, the Rockefeller Foundation will also be stepped on by you; if you own fifty percent, you are the real king!"
No one knows how much wealth is hidden in the treasures of the Jewish consortium. When Yan Fenghuo threw the big cake, everyone's eyes turned red.
In the mercenary industry where you have your head tied to your belt and you don't know if you will survive tomorrow, everyone is doing it to make more money.
If they have money, they will not work hard; if they have money, they will not enter this industry; if they can get a small piece of Jewish treasure, it will be enough for them to quit mercenaries completely and live a life that is the envy of everyone...
…
"Accept my employment!" Yan Fenghuo raised the beer bottle forward and said with squinted eyes: "I have the key to enter the treasure. My opponents are the Jewish American patriarchs, the French Foreign Legion, the Spanish Foreign Legion, EO and other veteran brands.
Mercenary organization. Defeat them, and the Jewish treasures will be ours; as long as you win, you can have whatever you want."
The mercenaries' eyes became redder, but they kept their mouths closed and stared at Yan Fenghuo.
"Is there any hesitation?" Yan Fenghuo smiled brightly and said, "Perhaps you can choose to join the head of the Jewish American family. I believe he is also willing to hire you. But they have not come to you for a long time, and there are some
The important point is that the commission they give you is real money. As for me... I'm sorry, I don't have money. The commission I can give you is one percent of the Jewish treasure's wealth, and one percent for each mercenary team.
.Remember, I only give you one chance!"
Silence, deathly silence.
No one is a fool. They know that what Yan Fenghuo drew is an unattainable pie. Maybe this pie is real, maybe they can eat it, but before eating this pie, they have no guarantee.
Another point is, can they eat this pie? Does the pie really exist? If this pie exists, working with Yan Fenghuo is definitely more attractive than working with the Jewish family. Wealth can only be gained by risk, and there is no risk.
There is no maximum benefit.
"Actually..." Yan Fenghuo showed a mysterious smile: "I am not fighting alone, at least there is a mercenary team that has reached cooperation with me. There is no doubt about the strength of this mercenary team, and it once completely defeated EO. Haha, that's it.
Well, if you want to choose me, then accept my employment; if you don’t choose, then turn back immediately. When mercenaries gather in Cairo, there are still many missions with low risks and huge rewards waiting for you."
After saying these words, Yan Fenghuo drank all the beer in the bottle, threw a few bills at the bar, and strode out.
What needs to be said has been said, and the rest depends on the choices of these people.
The wights and dog heads who followed Yan Fenghuo all looked at Yan Fenghuo with strange eyes. For the first time, they discovered that Yan Fenghuo knew how to use people's psychological effects. He did not spend a penny to kill these guys.
The greed is fully mobilized.
Once people's greed is mobilized, they will take desperate risks and risk their lives. Ordinary people are like this, let alone the bloody butchers on the battlefield?