Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1309: One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Two I Am Dizzy

Chapter 1309: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Two I Am Dizzy

If Glolov decides to be ruthless, he’s nothing short of terrifyingly ruthless.

Fierce and menacing, or expressionless and refusing to bow to anyone, pulling a gun at the slightest disagreement—he has none of those classic veteran mercenary traits. Glolov isn’t like that at all.

Glolov usually comes across as very gentle, speaking politely to everyone. He’s neither intimidating nor overbearing. The only thing that automatically makes him an outsider in any normal crowd is that Glolov always looks at people with a cold, detached stare. That kind of emotionless gaze from Glolov is enough to make anyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

Glolov has killed far too many people. To him, taking a life is no more trouble than tossing a pack of chicken into a grocery cart, and grocery shopping isn’t any simpler than ending a life. Within the Satan Mercenary Corps, the only one capable of killing without batting an eye is Glolov.

If Gao Yang were ordered to shoot old men, women, and children, he probably couldn’t bring himself to do it. The same goes for the others. Mercenaries aren’t saints, but that doesn’t mean they’ve all lost their humanity. But Glolov? He can kill anyone who needs to be killed without flinching, without any burden on his conscience.

The Grozny battles are often described as the most brutal urban warfare since World War II, and few would argue otherwise. Glolov fought in both of the Grozny battles. He’s killed too many people, and too many have died around him, for him to have any emotional reactions to things most would find unnerving.

Only when he’s with his wife and daughter does Glolov show the expressions expected of an ordinary person. Aside from his wife and daughter, the only other people he truly holds in his heart are the comrades in Satan’s group, and even that has its conditions.

Typically, when Glolov says something like “kill them all, leave no one alive,” he says it in a calm tone. But this time, he shouted those words in anger.

His closest comrade, his best brother, his most considerate superior—not perfect, but definitely the only son-in-law he would ever accept—was Gao Yang. And Gao Yang had been shot three times and almost died. Glolov couldn’t help but be furious.

The combatants stormed into the building. Call it silencing witnesses, venting rage, or simply not leaving loose ends—inside, no one would be left alive. Glolov wasn’t burdened with a virtue called mercy.

Andy He knelt in front of Gao Yang and began checking his wounds. At this moment, Albert called out loudly, “Stop checking him, he’s fine. Go look at Leonard instead; his surgery is yours to handle.”

Andy He still pulled away the gauze covering Gao Yang’s wound to take a look, then gave Albert a thumbs-up and said gruffly, “Nicely done.”

Gao Yang weakly asked, “What’s going on with the helicopter?”

While tending to Number Thirteen’s wounds, Andy He didn’t even look up and replied, “Austrian Air Rescue Team. We got their support signal and came right over. Doing it the normal way was too slow, so we found an open, deserted area where the helicopter could land, called their rescue line, and reported five injured people for emergency assistance. A helicopter arrived after a bit of a wait—about twenty minutes.”

After briefly explaining to Gao Yang, Andy He spoke into the walkie-talkie, “Helicopter, get over here. We can’t delay any further; it’s time to leave.”

After saying this, Andy He continued, “The rest was straightforward. We pretended someone was injured, and as soon as the rescue helicopter landed, we hijacked them. The crew and medics were all shoved off, and we flew it ourselves. The only issue was that there was only one helicopter at first, so we had to threaten the lives of the hostages on board to force the second helicopter to come down. Once the second one landed, we could take off. The process was pretty quick overall, but there was one big problem: the pilot of the airborne helicopter had plenty of time to send out a distress call and explain the situation.”

Gao Yang sighed weakly, “F**k. So, we’re going to be treated as hijackers and terrorists then?”

Andy He nodded and said, “Without a doubt. I’m pretty sure Austria will deploy their air force or something. But at this point, who even cares anymore, right?”

Gao Yang exhaled and muttered, “This is such a mess.”

Andy He shrugged and said, “Not that bad, really. Austria’s air force is pretty mild. They’re not going to shoot missiles at us the moment they see us. And to minimize that risk, we’ve taken additional precautions.”

“What kind of precautions?”

“Each helicopter has two rescue personnel as hostages. That way, Austria’s air force will think twice before firing missiles. Don’t worry; Austria isn’t like America. They’re not trigger-happy.”

Gao Yang said helplessly, “Alright, so now we’re not just terrorists but terrorists with hostages. Great.”

Andy He looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, “I’m honestly amazed you’re not passed out yet. Given your condition and blood loss, you should’ve fainted by now.”

Gao Yang struggled to reply, “I’m too afraid to pass out.”

Andy He frowned, “I told you already, it’s no big deal. Your life’s safe, and the rest is just details. It’s just escaping—nothing new for us.”

Gao Yang weakly rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll pass out, then.”

After saying that, Gao Yang decisively fainted.

As Gao Yang passed out, the first helicopter landed about ten meters away from him.

Rescue helicopters, of course, come equipped with medical gear, and they definitely have stretchers. As soon as the helicopter touched down, Tommy grabbed a stretcher and sprinted over, while Eileen pushed open the cockpit door, rushed out, and ran to Gao Yang’s side. Seeing Gao Yang unconscious with his eyes closed, she covered her mouth and trembled as she asked, “How is he?!”

Andy He said gravely, “Don’t worry. He just fainted; he’ll definitely survive. Alright, put him on the helicopter. Hurry up—we’ve got plenty of other wounded.”

The second helicopter also landed. Jansen stayed on board, holding a gun on the two pilots in the cockpit. After Yake came down carrying a stretcher, he looked over at Number Thirteen and clicked his tongue, saying, “Buddy, you look like absolute hell.”

After that, Yake pressed his walkie-talkie and said in a serious tone, “Are you lot inside done killing? Listen up: Arabic speakers get on one helicopter, non-speakers get on Tyrannosaurus. After causing such a huge ordeal, we’ll need scapegoats to take the fall. So, keep your mouths shut, wear your masks, and don’t say anything you shouldn’t.”

Suddenly, Krulney perked up and said anxiously, “Great! Let me ride on the same helicopter as you. We need to stage a performance—blame everything on Nayef. He’s been eyeing Suharitan’s position for ages. Pin it on him! I know the details; I’ll teach you what to say!” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)