992: Chapter 977: Satan’s Employee 992: Chapter 977: Satan’s Employee The plane that delivered Gao Yang and his team left, and the plane bringing in a group of mercenaries led by Little Donnie arrived.
The plane landed on the runway and then taxied to the designated spot.
Gao Yang and his men were waiting outside, and since they were there to welcome their own people, Farouk and his men did not show up, only the Satan’s were there to greet their employees.
When the plane’s door opened and Little Donnie disembarked first, he embraced Gao Yang before shouting to those aboard, “Everybody come on down.”
Little Donnie handed Gao Yang several sheets of paper, all filled with information about the mercenaries they had recruited.
As individuals of various heights, some curious and some evaluating, stepped off the plane one by one, they stood loosely grouped in front of Gao Yang.
Gao Yang cleared his throat and, raising the sheet with names and characteristics, proclaimed loudly, “Guys, welcome.
I am the commander of the Satan Mercenary Corps, the Ram.
That’s me; I am the Ram.
I’m sure those who recruited you have already explained the situation to you, so let’s save some time.”
Gao Yang slapped the sheet in his hand and announced loudly, “I’m going to call the roll now, so let’s get an initial impression of each other.
Alright, Alcohol.”
A middle-aged man around his forties raised his hand and called out loudly, “Here!”
Bill Hines, nicknamed Alcohol, height 183 centimeters, weight 86 kilograms, weapon of choice M4A1, M9, Blaster, Assault soldier.
“Gale.”
“Here!
Boss”
Craig Philip, Canadian, nicknamed Gale, height 178 centimeters, weight 70 kilograms, Fire Assault Specialist.
“Aimer.”
“Right here, boss.”
Vasily Robukhov, nicknamed Aimer, height 185 centimeters, weight 88 kilograms, Russian, former member of the “Warrior” Special Forces, uses SVD, Marksman.
“Rubik’s Cube.”
“Present!”
Oskar Rubik, Norwegian, nicknamed Rubik’s Cube, height 187 centimeters, weight 90 kilograms, Machine Gunner, uses the paratrooper model M249.
“Loach.”
“Here.”
Li Qiu, nicknamed Loach, no military background, height 175 centimeters, weight 68 kilograms, 32 years old, no service history, a veteran mercenary with rich experience, uses an AK47, and his special skill is cooking!
After a confident and robust reply, Gao Yang couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Li Qiu because he came from Huaxia and, moreover, he could cook.
Li Qiu looked older than his actual age, one of the shorter figures among a group of tall men, his body tanned and gleaming, giving off a languid lack of energy overall.
After looking at Li Qiu for a moment longer, Gao Yang continued, “Shotgun.”
“Here, sir.”
Jesse Lee, nicknamed Shotgun, 180 centimeters tall, weighing 75 kilograms, retired from the United States Marine Corps, Fire Assault Specialist, uses HK416.
“Clown.”
“Present.”
Tirado Escotido, nicknamed Clown, height 173 centimeters, weight 60 kilograms, no military service but fully military trained, three years of mercenary experience, excels in small space combat and has exceptional climbing abilities.
Looking at the Clown’s profile and then at the presenting individual, Gao Yang frowned because the one called Clown looked far too young.
“Clown, how old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two this year, boss.”
Gao Yang was skeptical of Clown’s response, as Clown appeared to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but now was not the time for probing details.
After eyeing Tirado with suspicion, Gao Yang quickly called the next name.
“Red Feather.”
“Here!”
After a robust response, a very sturdy Indigenous man caught Gao Yang’s attention, prompting him to take a second look, as it was his first time seeing an Indigenous mercenary.
Salika Tasako, nicknamed Red Feather, height 186 centimeters, weight 107 kilograms, uses various models of grenade launchers, FAL paratrooper rifles, no military experience but extremely rich combat experience in Europe.
The variety of individuals Little Donnie had brought was indeed diverse, even including an Indigenous person, but Gao Yang had no time for reflection; he immediately called the next name.
“Eagle Claw.”
“I’m right here.”
Vogel, nicknamed Eagle Claw, Austrian, height 180 centimeters, weight 75 kilograms, served in the Austrian Cobra Corps, joined the Thunderfire Mercenary Corps after retirement, fought in nearly a hundred battles, rich in experience, uses a modified AUG (only uses personal weapons), prefers drum magazines to magazines and insists on having an M203PI grenade launcher under the gun.
Handgun CZ75, skilled in CQB combat.
People from the Cobra Corps are not bad, and they specialize in CQB combat.
Gao Yang took another look at Vogel; someone with extended indoor combat experience was just what he needed.
“Shotgun.”
“Present.”
Smith Vorch, nicknamed Shotgun, is 176 centimeters tall and weighs 77 kilograms.
He was formerly the captain of a special operations team in the police department and had founded an ultra-small mercenary group called Eagle.
In a battle with a squad from the Iron Madonna, all members except him were killed.
He is now a free mercenary, wielding the AA12.ATS15 and AR57 firearms.
Seeing Smith Vorch’s information, Gao Yang couldn’t help but nod in approval.
The man’s profile was detailed, and Little Donnie had already mentioned to him that this person joined for revenge.
Plus, his use of the AA12, a powerful fully automatic shotgun, was indeed eye-catching.
The next few people were quite interesting; Little Donnie had specially noted that they were acquaintances recommended by Glolov, so Gao Yang paid particular attention to them.
“Wild Man.”
“Here.”
Mike Donovan, nicknamed Wild Man, retired from the Third Mechanized Infantry Division Reconnaissance Battalion.
He had fought as a mercenary in Sierra Leone and knew Glolov.
After being shot, he was rescued by Ivan with Glolov’s cover.
He was a Fire Assault Specialist and quite capable.
The information about Mike was written very emotionally, not as formally as the others.
However, this was the last part, and after glancing at Mike, Gao Yang continued, “Flyer.”
“Present.”
Esmond Heckler, nicknamed Flyer, a former member of the German GSG9.
He enjoyed parachuting, specialized in urban warfare, and used the G36, MP5A3, and USP.45 firearms.
“Blue Shield.”
“Present.”
Paul Tail, nicknamed Blue Shield, former member of the Gendarmerie Special Services from France, and close friend of the guy above, was adept at CQB.
His primary weapon was a riot shield paired with a GLOCK19 pistol, providing an extremely rare level of protection during forced indoor advances in the mercenary world.
Seeing that there was a person who used a shield as their primary weapon was surprising for Gao Yang.
Even though it was not commonly used, he was curious whether this Paul would be an asset or a liability.
After a brief chuckle, Gao Yang continued, “Tiger.”
“Present!”
Nisok Kraug, German, nicknamed Tiger, had no service record but excelled at mountain and forest warfare.
Strictly speaking, Nisok was not well-suited for the terrain in Syria.
But since he was with Mike and the others, and as a qualified assault specialist, he was in.
Next up was a particularly peculiar presence, which Gao Yang had noticed early on.
Aside from Li Qiu, there was another Asian among those present, and now he finally saw this person’s information.
“Yellow Peril?”
“Haha, that’s me.”
Gao Yang asked about this person’s nickname with a questioning tone.
Li Yunzhe, once part of the South Korean Marine Corps All-Weather Special Strike Group.
After retiring, he immigrated to America, joined Blackwater Company, then left to become a free mercenary.
His weapon of choice was the SCAR-L assault rifle.
Gao Yang furrowed his brow.
Seeing Gao Yang, Li Jinfang, and Cui Bo all furrowing their brows, Li Yunzhe immediately raised his hand and said, “Hey, there’s something I need to clarify.
I’m Korean, but I’m not a ‘stick’, I’m of Chinese descent, a Korean-blooded Chinese, and now an American-blooded Chinese—don’t get it wrong, okay?”
“Not a ‘stick’?”
“Definitely not!”
Gao Yang was inclined to ask in detail, but this wasn’t the time, so he continued with a frown, “Military Dog!”
“Present.”
Treiler Smith, nicknamed Military Dog, was 182 centimeters tall and weighed 78 kilograms.
A former member of the United States Navy SEALs, he was proficient in various electronic devices and an expert in communications.
As a free mercenary, Treiler Smith was a communications expert, which meant he rarely had the opportunity to utilize his special skills.
Little Donnie brought him in as a specialist.
Lastly, there was one more person who looked calm and silent among the crowd, appearing to be over fifty years old.
Not young, with a gentle appearance, and indistinguishable from an ordinary person just by his demeanor.
The more such a person there was, the more cautious Gao Yang became.
In his experience, those who were older yet still mercenaries and didn’t look like typical hired guns were no easy marks.
After giving a glance to the last person, Gao Yang then loudly said, “Shadow.”
“Present.”
Yake, 180 centimeters tall and weighing 70 kilograms, a former member of a British special forces unit.
After being wounded and retiring, he had visual impairment in his right eye and limited mobility in his right hand.
But he was very formidable.
Seeing Yake’s information, Gao Yang felt increasingly certain of his assumption.
This man might not be considered disabled, but he was close to it.
However, since he could remain in the mercenary circle and was only described as “very formidable,” Gao Yang knew what he was about.
After calling the roll and everyone had responded, Gao Yang put the information behind him and said in a deep voice, “You are all veterans, so I won’t reiterate the rules.
What I want to remind you is that this operation will be unlike any you’ve undertaken before.
The people who used to pay you only told you what to do, and then you were free to act.
But this time, your employer will fight alongside you.”
After speaking calmly, Gao Yang smiled and continued, “I want you to know that we are the Satan Mercenary Corps.
Since you’re going to fight with us, you must show sufficient strength.
I only want the elite, not weaklings.
And since you’re going to fight alongside us, you must obey my commands.
All right, if you can’t accept my leadership, speak up now.
If there are any other questions, ask them now.”
(To be continued.
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