632: Chapter 625 Feeling Awful 632: Chapter 625 Feeling Awful After all the captives had been gathered and guarded, Gao Yang shook his head at Glolov, who then stepped forward and whispered, “State your names and origins, separate by your respective units.
Once the ransom is received, you will be released.
Mercenaries, stand together; if no one pays for you, you will have to pay for your lives yourselves.”
Glolov lied, but his reasoning was sound, and the British silently started moving.
The British were part of an alliance.
Although they belonged to a large organization in Gesale, they were different when it came to specific companies.
They quickly formed crowds, large and small, according to the companies they belonged to, while the mercenaries stood separately.
There were only twenty-six mercenaries, seventeen of whom were snipers.
Four other snipers who had been singled out stood in the rows of the security company’s employees.
Glolov walked up to the mercenaries, looked up and surveyed them, then whispered in a low voice, “Which mercenary group are you from?”
“You don’t need to know that.
Just tell us how much it will cost to let us go, make an offer.”
The speaker looked like a leader.
Although he had surrendered, he still wore a face of pride.
That was no surprise; they couldn’t be blamed for this failure, and besides, the failure didn’t matter much to them.
After staring at the speaker for a moment, Glolov suddenly asked, “Are you King Arthur?”
The speaker looked at Glolov with a haughty expression, as if Glolov was the one who had been captured, and with a faint smile, he said, “It seems you recognize me.
Yes, I am King Arthur.
Since you know who I am, my ransom won’t be low.
Alright, set a price that you think is…”
With a bang, before King Arthur could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground, a hole in his forehead.
Glolov had fired a shot from his machine gun directly into King Arthur’s head.
Although they were mentally prepared, when Glolov’s gun fired, it still startled Gao Yang and the others because they hadn’t expected Glolov to act so quickly.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back.”
Glolov offered a faint explanation, seemingly addressing Gao Yang and the others, or perhaps the person who had lunged at him but was immediately forced back by the muzzle of his machine gun.
After catching his breath, Glolov looked emotionlessly at the people in front of him and said, “King Arthur was the leader of the Holmesny Mercenary Corps.
Now it seems you are all from Holmesny?”
A man in his forties stretched out his hand to calm the restless crowd and angrily said to Glolov, “We have already laid down our weapons.
You can make demands, but why shoot!”
Glolov, holding his machine gun with a freshly loaded hundred-round belt, pointed the dark muzzle at the unarmed captives, enough to deter anyone attempting to attack him, not to mention with Gao Yang and the others present.
Glolov sighed and said, “King Arthur, the leader of the Holmesny Mercenary Corps, a very capable and proud man.
But you need to understand, you are captives now.
So, whatever I ask, you’d better just answer.
Now, tell me, are you all from the Holmesny Mercenary Corps?”
The middle-aged man snapped, “You already know, so why ask!
Just get it over with!”
Glolov nodded and said, “Very well, I just wanted to confirm.
As for what I intend to do, you’ll find out soon enough.
Was it ten years ago, or eight?
I don’t quite recall.
But perhaps you remember.
In Sierra Leone, you fought against the Trident Mercenary Corps, remember that?
Does it ring a bell?”
The middle-aged man shook his head in confusion and then frowned and said, “What are you trying to say?”
Glolov sighed and continued, “Well, perhaps you truly don’t know.
Let me put it this way, there was a sniper team that your men wounded and then captured.
Do you remember what you did to them?”
None of the Holmesny men said a word, while Glolov continued calmly, “I know, being mercenaries, everyone is under a lot of pressure.
Killing someone on the battlefield is quite normal, but you should have given those two snipers a quick death instead of torturing them.”
Someone from the Holmesny Mercenary Corps turned pale, and then shouted, “He’s going to kill us all!”
The shouting man lunged towards Glolov, but Glolov’s gun fired immediately.
He was less than three meters away from the Holmesny men.
Although they were unarmed, for an old soldier, bare hands could also be lethal in an instant, so Glolov had no choice but to open fire, riddling them with bullets.
The Holmesny men realized their fate; they wouldn’t just wait to be killed.
Although they were doomed to die surrounded by the crowd, they still hoped to take Glolov down with them before their end.
At a very short range, the slaughter began.
Glolov fired continuously, taking down each person who lunged at him.
When one of his ammo belts was spent, there were already bodies lying all around, none able to stand.
Without a sound, Glolov loaded a new ammo belt and then started to shoot each fallen person again.
Several people had fallen on top of each other, and Glolov patiently moved or rather said the bodies aside before firing another shot.
Glolov appeared as if he was doing an inconsequential chore, not like someone who had just slaughtered over twenty people.
Many watched Glolov, watched him firing, then firing again, but by then no one voiced a sound.
The captured British became restless, but they just fearfully huddled together, too scared to make a sound.
After ensuring no one from the Holmesny Mercenary Corps could survive, Glolov nonchalantly headed to where the prisoners were held.
The British prisoners involuntarily backed away as Glolov approached, and then, finally, someone broke down.
Having collapsed to the ground, he cried out desperately, “Don’t kill me!
Please don’t kill me.
I don’t want to die.
Mom, save me, let me go home, I want to go home…”
Glolov halted and coldly said to the panic-stricken British, “This is your first and last warning.
If you ever set foot on this land again, death is the only outcome.”
After finishing his statement, Glolov slowly walked back to Gao Yang’s side.
Once he stood still, Gao Yang coughed lightly and said, “You’ve avenged yourself, a thorough revenge.
How does it feel?”
Glolov shook his head and replied, “It feels awful, believe me.
Even if it’s for revenge, the feeling of slaughtering many is never good.
In fact, being an executioner feels terrible, very terrible!” (To be continued.
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