The so-called mercenaries are nothing more than war machines fighting for money, so nothing excites these people more than money.
"Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged everything, we have one minute left!"
During their conversation, two minutes passed quietly. Bordeaux glanced at his watch, then signaled to his men outside, instructing them to retreat and clean any traces of their presence.
"What are those guys up to?"
Bordeaux frowned slightly, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.
Usually, at Bordeaux’s first word, someone would respond and come in immediately, but this time ten seconds passed without a sound.
Just as Bordeaux was about to step out and discipline his subordinates, Scorpion stopped him. Bordeaux instinctively looked at Scorpion, seeing that he had already stood up, a pitch-black handgun appeared in his right hand.
Seeing Scorpion like this, Bordeaux immediately understood his meaning and drew his own weapon.
"Do you believe someone silently sneaked in and killed our brothers?"
Although Scorpion’s Sixth Sense had been accurate many times, allowing them to evade many dangers, Bordeaux still found it hard to believe.
After all, this place was one of their core bases, established by them. Silently sneaking in and killing here seemed impossible to Bordeaux.
All the darkroom systems here were arranged by Scorpion himself, whom Bordeaux considered the most skilled soldier he had ever met.
Even Scorpion had said that even with his team, sneaking in silently would not be easy.
"Indeed, even with my team, it’s impossible to sneak in silently!"
Scorpion seemed to read Bordeaux’s mind, lowered his voice, and said calmly. Scorpion’s words always had a soothing effect, as if nothing could disturb his serene heart.
"But there’s one exception!"
At this point, Scorpion’s gaze turned sharp, like a beast spotting its prey.
Even Bordeaux, standing beside Scorpion as a friend, shivered instinctively at Scorpion’s expression and asked.
"What exception?"
"If someone breaks in alone with extraordinary skills, they might go unnoticed!"
Among mercenaries, there is a saying that fewer operatives result in a higher success rate, as no team can operate perfectly in unison. Mercenaries’ goal is to complete their mission, be it assassination or rescue.
Despite this saying, no one dared to act alone. Even when Scorpion rescued Bordeaux, he had two companions.
"If we encounter such a person, we can only blame our luck."
Bordeaux smiled, not taking Scorpion’s words to heart.
It felt like a theoretically possible, but practically unachievable perpetual motion machine.
"Sorry, it seems you are indeed unlucky."
At this moment, a young voice came from outside. Bordeaux followed the voice immediately, shooting twice without hesitation!
With two muffled sounds, Bordeaux’s lips curled into a faint smile, confident he had hit his target.
Unexpectedly, the young voice spoke again with a relaxed and teasing tone, as if untouched by the bullets.
In the next second, a shadow rapidly flew towards Bordeaux, who swiftly reacted, punching the shadow and breaking bones.
When the shadow fell to the ground from Bordeaux’s punch, he was shocked to see it was his own subordinate, with bullet holes in the heart and head.
"You truly are amazing mercenaries, such skills are legendary!"
The young voice came again, and Bordeaux’s face twisted with anger. He had never been so infuriated before.
"If I’m not mistaken, there should be six people left in this tent. Do you think you can kill me instantly?"
The young man’s words made those in the tent fiercely stare at the entrance, ready to shoot anyone entering.
Outside, soft footsteps approached. All five men except Scorpion raised their guns but were stopped by Scorpion.
Though lacking solid evidence, Scorpion felt that shooting first would lead to their deaths.
The young man was none other than Lin Beichen. He appeared at the tent entrance, Scorpion pressing down Bordeaux’s raised hand.
"I never expected to meet someone from Dragon Country here!"
Seeing Scorpion, Lin Beichen was slightly stunned, not expecting infamous drug traffickers to include people from Dragon Country.
Although not directly engaging, Scorpion’s aura made Lin Beichen realize this was no ordinary foe.
"I didn’t expect anyone from Dragon Country to engage in drug trafficking!"
Lin Beichen fixed his gaze on Scorpion, who also scrutinized Lin Beichen, surprised by his youth despite judging from his voice.
At Lin Beichen’s first appearance, Scorpion’s pupils briefly contracted but quickly normalized, a change Lin Beichen keenly noticed.
"Since you’re from Dragon Country, you must know the saying, ’The waves of the Yangtze River surge forward.’"
Though unspoken, Lin Beichen’s words clearly implied none of them would escape today.
"Tell me, are you a member of the Dragon Army or..."
Scorpion smiled faintly, intrigued by Lin Beichen.
Hearing Scorpion’s words, Lin Beichen was visibly surprised, not expecting someone familiar with the enigmatic Dragon Army.
Scorpion’s tone indicated a close familiarity with the Dragon Army.
Seeing Lin Beichen’s surprised expression, Scorpion laughed loudly.
"It seems your superior didn’t tell you my true identity. Do you have a grudge with the Dragon Army’s leadership? Otherwise, they wouldn’t send a young elite like you to die."
Not allowing Lin Beichen to respond, Scorpion continued, shaking his head as if speaking to himself.
"Even Ji Xiandu exists within the Dragon Army, though less common than elsewhere. No denying there’s a ’bad apple’ everywhere!"
Scorpion’s words confirmed Lin Beichen’s suspicion of Scorpion’s close, yet unfriendly relationship with the Dragon Army.
"I’m not familiar with the Dragon Army you mentioned."
Now, it was Scorpion’s turn to be surprised.
"Did you do everything outside alone? Truly heaven-sent reinforcements!"
Scorpion suddenly asked, seemingly confirming something crucial.
Facing Scorpion’s inquiry, Lin Beichen hesitated but then nodded to acknowledge.