Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1268: One Thousand Two Hundred Fifty-One: Please Evade

Chapter 1268: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Fifty-One: Please Evade

London. Inside a small inn room rented by Gao Yang and his team, Gao Yang put down the phone and drew a circle on the map spread out before him.

“The Iron Madonna’s location is confirmed—it’s in Kiev. The entire team is there, and they’ve accepted Krulney’s commission.”

After Gao Yang excitedly finished speaking, Frey and Rafael clapped their hands in celebration, while Eileen clenched her fist and said viciously, “It’s about time the Iron Madonna fell into a trap for once. This time, we’re the conspirators!”

“Exactly. It’s time to prepare a trap. The number of people the Iron Madonna will deploy hasn’t been decided yet, as they’ll need accurate intelligence before determining their next steps. We need to act quickly. Before the Iron Madonna gets their hands on reliable information, we must complete our setup and deliver false intelligence to them.”

Glolov said gravely, “The Angel can’t be contacted. What do we do?”

Gao Yang, holding his satellite phone, sighed helplessly and said gloomily, “Those Angel bastards are probably busy with something major; otherwise, they wouldn’t completely cut off external communications. Guys, not being able to contact Angel is currently our biggest issue. I’ve already asked Justin to try and reach out to Angel. Let’s just hope we can get in touch with them soon.”

After saying that, Gao Yang immediately dialed Justin’s number again. As soon as Justin answered, he rushed, “Buddy, have you managed to contact Angel?”

Justin replied in an exasperated tone, “If I’d reached them, I would’ve informed you already. Either that or Nate Schumacher would call you himself. Ram, stop pestering me over and over. I’ve already sent people to find the Angel Mercenary Corps.”

Gao Yang put down the phone, shook his head, and muttered, “The Angels’ battlefield intelligence officers are hidden too well. Justin can’t reach them, so he has to send people to meet with Angel in person to relay messages. Who knows when we’ll finally get in touch with them.”

If they managed to contact Angel and the Angel Mercenary Corps agreed to join forces, they could leak information through Krulney to lure the Iron Madonna into sending more personnel. But if they couldn’t contact Angel, Satan would have to tackle the Iron Madonna alone; in that case, they’d have to ensure the Iron Madonna deployed fewer people to avoid potential mistakes.

Not being able to reach the Angel Mercenary Corps was indeed a troublesome problem, and Gao Yang was understandably anxious.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Yang checked his watch and said solemly, “Little Donnie will be arriving soon. We need to head to the airport to pick him up. Let’s prepare here briefly. Tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, we’ll head to Kiev. Once we arrive in Ukraine, it’ll be much easier to procure weapons. Doing so here in the UK is inconvenient.”

Glolov hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, “Should we notify them?”

Gao Yang first shook his head but reconsidered after a moment of thought. He then nodded and said solemnly, “Let them enjoy themselves in Europe for now, but still inform them of what we’re up to. Whenever they decide to head back, they can do so on their own.”

After saying this, Gao Yang exhaled and added, “Our plan can’t be executed immediately. Tomorrow is a free day—spend time with them.”

Glolov nodded and asked gravely, “Still no news from Number Thirteen?”

“No contact yet, but I think he and Yake should be fine. If anything were wrong, Yake would’ve informed me already. Let’s wait. By the time we’ve handled things in Ukraine, timing should align.”

At this moment, Jansen glanced at his phone and suddenly said urgently, “Boss, something big has happened!”

Gao Yang turned his head sharply and asked, “What is it?”

With an incredulous expression, Jansen replied, “The Ukrainian parliament has passed a resolution—Victor Fyodorovich has been removed from his presidency, and opposition leader Alexander has temporarily taken over as acting president.”

Gao Yang was taken aback and said, “So soon? That’s way too fast! Victor’s removal happening so quickly—it’s unbelievable!”

Glolov furrowed his brow and said, “If Victor is out, then the opposition has achieved their goal. Ukraine might just emerge from this chaotic period. Do we still have opportunities left?”

Gao Yang decisively shook his head and said, “There’s no way it’s over just like that. Victor is backed by Russia, and Russia isn’t about to hand Ukraine over to America and the European Union. This is merely the beginning, not the end.”

After saying this, Gao Yang began pacing back and forth in the room. He stopped abruptly, firmly declaring, “No matter how Ukraine’s situation unfolds, it has nothing to do with us. Our sole mission right now is to deal with the Iron Madonna, then move on to Suharitan. Business can wait.”

Rafael joked, “Business? What we’re doing right now is already the biggest business, guys—a hundred and fifty million! If this works out, we’ll pocket one hundred and fifty million dollars and won’t need to bother doing any more business. We can just set up a company straight away.”

The group laughed at this, but Gao Yang quickly raised his hand and said seriously, “Don’t get too happy yet. Money isn’t money until it’s actually in hand. Right now, we’ve only secured forty million, and we’ve been spending like crazy lately. Our financial gap is still pretty big.”

If Albert had been there, Rafael wouldn’t have mentioned the chance of earning at least one hundred and fifty million this time. After all, Albert wasn’t yet an official member of Satan. Albert wasn’t deliberately kept away, though; he was busy assisting Andy He in procuring pharmaceutical supplies for the upcoming operation.

Gao Yang checked his watch once more and said loudly, “Little Donnie will be here soon. Who’s coming with me to the airport to pick him up? Weapons can’t be carried—leave them on the plane. We’ll be taking the airplane arranged by Morgan directly to Kiev. Prepare all non-weapon supplies here, and as for weapons, we’ll gear up in Kiev where it’s more convenient.”

Jansen smirked and said, “What kind of plane this time? Please tell me it’s not a cargo plane. I never want to endure long-distance travel on a cargo plane again. I’m hoping for a bit of comfort this time.”

Gao Yang shrugged and replied, “I honestly don’t know what type of plane. These past couple of days have been too busy—constantly calling and answering calls—I totally forgot to ask about the plane. Who cares? Having a plane is already a blessing. It beats having to drive all the way to Kiev.”

The group laughed again, and Gao Yang waved his hand, saying, “Alright, go buy any personal items you need while there’s still time. If you can’t find something, let me know—I’ll arrange for others to get it. Barring any surprises, we’ll depart tomorrow night. Dismissed.”

Jansen stood up and declared loudly, “Since Little Donnie will be here tonight, if there’s nothing else scheduled, I’ll treat everyone to a proper British feast. After all, now that you’re all in the UK, I owe you an authentic British meal.”

The room suddenly fell silent. The dozen or so individuals exchanged glances but refrained from commenting. Rafael broke the silence with a small cough, stepping forward to pat Jansen on the shoulder. He said loudly, “Buddy, friendly reminder: as a British guy, try to avoid topics involving fine cuisine or feasts. Also, if you’re planning to treat us to a fancy meal, I’d suggest Italian cuisine—it’s great. French food is fantastic too. But British cuisine? Are you sure you understand the true meaning of the word ‘feast’?”

Jansen, clearly annoyed, pushed Rafael’s hand off his shoulder and flipped him the middle finger before muttering sullenly, “Is British food really *that* bad?”

With a grin, Cui Bo chimed in, “Big Bird, let me ask you something. Are there any cuisines you find unappetizing? Italian food, Huaxia cuisine, French cooking, Japanese dishes, maybe Turkish stuff—anything?”

Jansen shrugged and answered, “I think they’re all good! I’m way more polite than you guys. I’d never disrespect another country’s cuisine like that. I honestly believe they’re all fine.”

Cui Bo nodded and said, “That makes sense. For us, the best is Huaxia cuisine, though other cuisines are fine too—they just get old if eaten continuously. But for you, it’s different—do you know why? Because British folks are truly terrible at food. You guys are at the bottom tier, so you find every other country’s cuisine significantly better than what you’re accustomed to. Oh, and I’ll repeat Rafael’s question: are you sure you understand the word ‘feast’?”

Jansen thought for a few moments, lowered his head, and sighed, “Alright then, tonight’s on me, but you guys decide what to eat.”