78: Chapter 77 Conflict 78: Chapter 77 Conflict Gao Yang, standing behind Glolov, turned around in shock to find a group of fully armed people standing behind him.
He counted them; there were eleven in total, all Caucasian from Western Asia.
The leader, about the same height as Glolov but much more muscular, pointed at Glolov, turned to the people behind him, and laughed loudly, “You know Big Dog, right?
A good machine gunner, he’s the guy who left Trident to take care of the drug-addicted Ivan.
Haha, this guy is as loyal to the junkie as a husky to its owner.
Hey, Big Dog, is your buddy dead yet?”
Gao Yang thought Glolov had encountered some acquaintances, but now it was clear that, although they were acquaintances, they were not at all friendly.
Glolov’s face was filled with rage as he said to the disrespectful muscleman, “Yitzhak, you talk too much.
If you don’t want trouble, you’d better scram.”
Seeing Glolov getting angry, Gao Yang whispered, “Who are they?”
Glolov’s face was full of anger, but after a sigh, he spoke in a low and despondent voice, “Former Mercenary Group comrades.
But he had a bad relationship with everyone.
After he was kicked out, he formed his own Mercenary Group and became our rivals.
He and his men are all from a Turkish special forces unit, all from the same squad of old comrades, tough guys.
Forget it, what he said was not wrong; I was indeed too foolish before.”
Seeing Gao Yang and Glolov talking in low voices, the Turkish man named Yitzhak pointed at Gao Yang and laughed out loud, “Look, our Big Dog has a new master now, from a drug addict to a yellow-skinned monkey.
Sorry, I misspoke, it’s three yellow-skinned monkeys.”
Upon hearing Yitzhak’s words, Gao Yang’s temper flared up.
Although Yitzhak’s insults towards Glolov were disrespectful, Glolov wasn’t particularly enraged.
Gao Yang hadn’t planned to do anything about it since Glolov and Yitzhak knew each other, but now that Yitzhak had called him a “yellow-skinned monkey,” Gao Yang absolutely couldn’t tolerate it.
Gao Yang immediately drew his pistol.
Though his M1911 was a single-action and couldn’t fire just by pulling the trigger like a double-action, Gao Yang always kept a round in the chamber with the hammer back, ready to fire as soon as the leather strap around the hammer was released.
So, if Gao Yang intended to shoot, his movements weren’t slow at all.
Since leaving Abdul’s house, Gao Yang had always carried his gun this way.
Gao Yang pointed the gun at Yitzhak’s nose and shouted fiercely, “Apologize right now, or I’ll shoot you.”
Seeing Gao Yang screaming in anger, though not understanding, Cui Bo immediately placed his hand on the grip of his gun, while Li Jinfang, without any change of expression, stepped forward to Gao Yang’s side.
After seeing the actions of Gao Yang and Cui Bo, Yitzhak laughed heartily and said, “Look behind you, monkey, is that all you’ve got in terms of brains?
I bet if you dare shoot, they’ll riddle you with bullets.”
Glolov also spoke anxiously, “Gao, don’t be reckless.
It’s an unwritten rule that mercenaries don’t shoot at each other, unless it’s on the battlefield, and if we shoot, those soldiers will open fire too.”
Gao Yang looked behind him and saw that the majority of the soldiers had their guns pointed at their side.
While he hadn’t just planned to make an empty threat to Yitzhak, Gao Yang also didn’t want to get shot for real because of firing his gun.
Gao Yang holstered his gun and said in Chinese, “Rabbit, put down your gun; we can’t shoot, or we’re done for.”
After Cui Bo also angrily holstered his gun, Yitzhak spread his hands and made a mocking face, “Ah-ha, turns out he’s a Huaxia man, no wonder he’s such a wimp.
Hey, monkeys, do you believe I could squeeze the shit out of your bellies with just one hand?”
Hearing Yitzhak’s words once again, Glolov shouted angrily, “Shut your mouth.”
When Glolov barked in anger, Gao Yang viciously whispered in Chinese, “Kill the damn, dog, fucker.”
As soon as Gao Yang finished speaking, his painstakingly recruited gold medal hitman immediately made his move.
Li Jinfang threw a punch at Yitzhak’s head, but to his and Gao Yang’s surprise, Yitzhak tilted his head and dodged the punch, immediately swinging his fist straight at Li Jinfang’s jaw.
Of course, Li Jinfang would not just throw a simple punch and be retaliated against.
With almost no effort, he turned his launching punch, spread his five fingers, and grabbed Yitzhak’s wrist, pulling him viciously into his embrace while his left hand clenched into a fist and brutally struck Yitzhak’s temple.
Li Jinfang thought a single punch would be enough to knock Yitzhak down, so he let go of his right hand, but what he hadn’t expected was that Yitzhak didn’t fall.
Instead, he swung a shaky left punch at him.
After all, Yitzhak was a retired soldier who had undergone strict training and possessed exceptionally strong physical fitness, so his resistance to being struck was naturally very formidable.
Seeing that his opponent didn’t fall, Li Jinfang, slightly astonished, repeated his technique.
After grabbing Yitzhak’s left fist, he pulled him into his embrace again, and this time, drove his right knee viciously into Yitzhak’s throat.
Yitzhak fell heavily to the ground with a thud, covering his throat with his hands, coughing and crying out while writhing in pain on the ground.
Among the shocked and infuriated gazes of Yitzhak’s men, Li Jinfang who had just taken down Yitzhak suddenly kicked out sans warning, his leg swiftly arcing upward, whistling through the air, and ferociously landed a kick on the jaw of a Turkish man rushing at him with a bayonet.
The ferociously grimacing Turkish man’s face immediately turned very strange, as his entire jaw had been shattered by Li Jinfang’s kick.
Gao Yang snatched up the Lucky Axe from his left chest and bellowed at the stupefied Cui Bo, “What are you dazing for?”
Cui Bo, as if waking from a dream, clumsily tried to grab the sapper shovel on his backpack, but Glolov was faster than Cui Bo, flipping the machine gun, holding the muzzle, and stepping forward to butt-stroke a Turkish man trying to draw his knife, smashing him to the ground.
The situation had completely spiraled out of control.
Although Li Jinfang had instantly taken down two men and Glolov had also hit one, Gao Yang and his team still faced the situation of being outnumbered four to eight, the remaining number of their adversaries was still twice theirs.
Gao Yang, having roared, lifted his axe and charged at the Turkish man closest to him, who was also yelling as he lunged at Gao Yang with a bayonet.
Gao Yang’s opponent was a retired special forces soldier and had never trained in close combat, so when Gao Yang swung his axe down, the Turkish man easily dodged it, then fiercely stabbed upward, hitting Gao Yang in the left side of his abdomen with force.
Gao Yang, after being stabbed, realized that he was very familiar with this method of killing because the first person he had slain was killed with the same technique as the Turkish man.