987: 972 Chapter What’s Wrong with This World 987: 972 Chapter What’s Wrong with This World Andy He glanced at the people in front of him, threw the bag he was carrying on the ground, unzipped it, pulled out a box, took out sunglasses and put them on before sighing, “This makes me feel much better.”
Jansen asked curiously, “Why did you go to Syria?”
With a helpless expression, Andy He explained, “I learned a bit of military medicine, basically the fundamentals of being a medic, along with various crucial points.
But being a medic isn’t about being an amazing doctor, it’s more about providing rapid and calm preliminary battlefield aid amidst gunfire.
So, I felt that the battlefield was more fitting for me than school, and thus, I went to Syria on my own.”
Curious as well, Cui Bo asked, “How many days did you hang out there?”
Andy He replied with a hint of pride, “Aleppo.
I just tagged along with a Rebel Army unit for four days.
It was a tight schedule, but quite fruitful.
I personally saved at least sixty people.
Whether they are dead now, I don’t know, but they were definitely alive when we moved them.”
Unable to hold back, Gao Yang coughed lightly and said, “Guys, I just announced the reformation of Satan.
Can I get some reaction here?”
Cui Bo gave Gao Yang a look as if he were an idiot and disdainfully said, “Do you even need to announce it?
It’s as if Satan had ever truly disbanded.
You’re making an unnecessary fuss, like taking off your pants to fart.”
Gao Yang’s face stiffened, but then it fell into resignation as he said, “Alright, you’re right.
I knew none of you guys would back down.
But whether you join or not is up to you, I had to give you the choice.”
After saying that, Gao Yang called out loudly, “Alright, let me put it differently.
All members of Satan, report to me!”
Immediately, Glolov snapped to attention and shouted, “Big Dog present!”
Li Jinfang saluted military-style, very steady as he declared, “Toad reporting!”
Cui Bo, with a stern face, stood at attention and loudly said, “Rabbit joining the ranks!”
Frey excitedly stood at attention and called out to Gao Yang, “Little Fly reporting!”
“Worker Bee joining the ranks!”
“Fork joining the ranks!”
Eileen saluted Gao Yang sharply, dropped her hand, and loudly said, “Sir!
Tyrannosaurus reporting, sir!”
Andy He, usually jesting, now bore a serious expression.
He saluted as he had done in the French Foreign Legion and loudly declared, “Dragon Knight joining the ranks!”
Jansen saluted in the British style, his leg lifted high, as he loudly said, “Big Bird reporting, sir!”
Although the forms of salute varied, Gao Yang nodded his head, suddenly called out, “Test Tube!”
“Present!”
“Bat!”
“Present!”
After calling two names, at once all the remaining people shouted out.
There had been no prior rehearsal or discussion; it was just Gao Yang feeling someone was missing and calling out, and the others were just reporting for Bruce and Lucica.
After saluting the crowd, Gao Yang said with a solemn voice, “Ram, join the ranks!
I declare, all members of Satan are present.”
After he spoke, Gao Yang stepped forward and stretched out his hand, then everyone quickly placed their hands on Gao Yang’s.
They exchanged glances and simultaneously smiled, then Gao Yang shouted loudly, “Who are we!”
“Satan!”
Though it might seem cheesy, for soldiers, regular or mercenary, such actions are vital to unite hearts and boost morale.
After a loud shout, the heavy atmosphere disappeared instantly, and everyone returned to their casual demeanor.
Just then, Ludwig said with a hint of envy, “Mercenaries indeed, acting all serious, pssh.”
“Hmm?”
Li Jinfang didn’t take well to Ludwig’s words.
Although wearing sunglasses prevented Ludwig from seeing his eyes, Li Jinfang slightly turned his head and glanced sideways at Ludwig.
Sniffing pointedly, Ludwig immediately looked uncomfortable, scratched his bald head, and coughed, “Ahem, don’t mind me, I’m just jealous.
Seeing you all reminds me of my younger days, ahem, that’s all.”
Seeing Ludwig back down, Li Jinfang shifted his gaze back and turned to Gao Yang, asking, “Brother Yang, are we waiting for anyone else?”
Gao Yang nodded, “Yes, we’re waiting for National Bird; he’s bringing the pilot over.”
After touching his bald head, Ludwig, who felt particularly lonely, nudged Number Thirteen next to him and whispered, “Hey, aren’t you with Satan?”
Number Thirteen glanced at Ludwig sideways and whispered back, “It’s none of your business.”
Ludwig, curious, said, “You don’t look like you can fight much.
Last time, I admit, I was no match for Frog, but Ram said last time that you could take me down with one move.
Is that true?
How about we have a little contest?
Of course, you can’t really kill me, okay?”
Number Thirteen shook his head, “No, I don’t fight people.”
Ludwig chuckled and said, “Looking at your small frame, you really don’t look like you can fight; I knew Ram was bluffing.
I got hoodwinked by him back then, but I figured it out later.
He said Frog, who’s the toughest, is the least capable of fighting; it must be true.”
Number Thirteen whispered, “I don’t fight, I only kill.
If I make a move, you’re dead.
There are some methods I can hold back, some I can’t.
Now, stop bothering me and let me have some peace.”
Ludwig shrugged, “Alright, I’ll take that as you agreeing with me.
Hmm, I need to have a rematch with Satan’s guys sometime, excluding Frog.”
Number Thirteen ignored Ludwig, but Ludwig scratched his bald head a few times, then resignedly said, “Still gotta wait for people; so boring, buddy.
How about we test it out?
I spent a long time in prison; I bet you can’t take me down.”
As if unable to bear it any longer, Number Thirteen turned his head to look at Ludwig, then quickly turned it back and whispered, “Idiot, if only death can shut you up, then bring it.”
Ludwig opened his large hand and reached for Number Thirteen’s face.
The towering Ludwig, who was over six feet tall, seemed like a giant in front of Number Thirteen who barely reached 5.7″.
Naturally, his hand reached for Number Thirteen’s face.
Number Thirteen crouched, swiftly circled behind Ludwig, and with a flick of his hand, a thin steel wire, seemingly from nowhere, wrapped around Ludwig’s neck.
After grabbing the steel wire, Number Thirteen, back-to-back with Ludwig, yanked it forward, deeply embedding it into Ludwig’s neck.
Ludwig’s mouth opened wide, but he couldn’t make a sound.
His hands flailed as he fell backward, but he couldn’t fall because Number Thirteen held him up with his back.
Seeing the blood streaming from Ludwig’s neck and realizing he could either die from suffocation or have his neck snapped by Number Thirteen, Gao Yang immediately shouted, “Leonard, enough!”
Number Thirteen loosened his hands and shrugged his shoulders; Ludwig’s massive body subsequently fell to the ground.
Number Thirteen wiped the blood from the wire with his hand, then rubbed his hand on Ludwig’s clothes, making the wire disappear as if by magic.
Ludwig gasped violently.
He had a thin line of blood on his neck, and if Gao Yang hadn’t shouted when he did, his windpipe and blood vessels would have been ‘opened up’ by Number Thirteen.
In reality, Gao Yang didn’t intend to let Number Thirteen teach Ludwig a lesson; it was just that when the fight started, Number Thirteen immediately strangled Ludwig by the neck.
Not because Gao Yang shouted too late, but because Number Thirteen was too fast.
Gao Yang walked over to Ludwig and said with a helpless expression, “Buddy, your mouth really stinks.”
Ludwig touched the wound on his neck, then with a helpless and fearful expression said, “What kind of monsters are you all!
Can’t there be any normal people?
F**k, it’s not my mouth that stinks.
I’ve been in America’s most chaotic prison for twelve years, fighting with people every day.
It would be weird if I hadn’t changed, so provocation is now a habit of mine, get it?”
Gao Yang shook his head and said to Ludwig, “Next time you provoke someone, remember to bring your eyes, buddy.
You’ve been in prison too long and can’t keep up with the situation.
Dragon Knight, show him.”
Ludwig waved his hand, “No need, it’s just a minor injury; I won’t die.
Okay, okay, I’ve learned my lesson today.
F**k!
What’s wrong with the world!”
Looking at Number Thirteen’s indifferent face, as if nothing had happened, Ludwig couldn’t help but shake his head.
He felt that Number Thirteen really intended to kill him; if not for Gao Yang’s shout, he would be dead by now.
Standing up and dusting himself off, Ludwig suddenly said, “F**k, I haven’t fallen like this for many years.
Whether as a mercenary or a prisoner, even when surrounded and beaten by a dozen people in prison, I was always the last man standing.
I’ve only been with you for a few days, and already you’ve made me lie down twice.
Alright, I remember now; I won’t provoke you guys anymore.”
Ludwig stopped talking, but he sighed long and short, making everyone start to feel a bit sorry for him.
Speaking of which, Ludwig wasn’t young anymore, over fifty, having spent the first half of his life fighting people.
But now, to continuously get beaten, he couldn’t help but feel sorrowful.
Finally, after it turned completely dark, five people came out of the terminal building.
The leader, upon seeing Gao Yang and the others under the light, immediately waved his hand excitedly, “Hey, Ram, long time no see, how have you been?”
“Hey, National Bird, really glad to see you again.”
After shaking hands with Gao Yang, Jacklan King pouted, “Ram, you can’t always call me National Bird; my nickname is Israel’s national bird, but you can’t keep calling me that, right?
You need to use my official nickname, just like I have to call you Ram, not just Sheep, right?”
Gao Yang smiled, “Alright, Hoopoe, long time no see, really great to see you.” (To be continued.
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