Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1319 - 1302: Who is Ma?

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1302: Who is Ma?

Gao Yang and Number Thirteen chatted for a while, but didn’t talk for long. When Karima and Yelena returned, they immediately stopped their conversation.

As Yelena and Karima started to push them back, Gao Yang couldn’t help but say to Number Thirteen, "Those two horses, can’t we reconsider them?"

Number Thirteen remained expressionless and said, "If you hand everything over to me, then those two horses can’t be touched. If you decide to take back control, then do whatever you want. Don’t just talk about the two horses; even if you want to chop off all fourteen horse heads in the stable, I can make it happen for you."

Yelena frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Horses? Chopping off horse heads? Why do something so cruel?"

Karima also whispered, "Yeah, horses are so cute. Why do something so cruel?"

Gao Yang coughed lightly a couple of times and said, "Don’t take it seriously, I was just saying. Haha, haha. Dutch people with money seem to like raising horses a lot. I used to know one, he raised two horses in South Africa."

Number Thirteen whispered, "Oh, is it the Vulture that got pushed off the building by you guys in Somalia and had his head blown off with a grenade?"

Gao Yang didn’t want Yelena and Karima to hear about such bloody and cruel things, and said helplessly, "Who told you that? Must be Frey. I mean, it’s fine if you know, why say it out loud?"

Number Thirteen tilted his head and said, "Why are you so fixated on those two horses?"

Gao Yang pouted and said, "Godfather!"

"Oh, you mean the novel."

Gao Yang sighed and said, "Idiot, Godfather was adapted into a movie based on the novel of the same name. I like Godfather, both the novel and the movie. They have a deep impact on me, so much that I can’t escape them. Is that okay?"

Number Thirteen shrugged and said, "You’re becoming more and more like the Godfather. By the way, I like that movie."

Karima smiled and said, "I like it too."

Yelena sighed and said, "I really like it too, but I still think chopping off horse heads is too cruel, Gao."

Gao Yang helplessly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. You’re all against it, then let’s drop it. Alas, the scenes I’ve been imagining since I was a child are just shattered like this."

After waiting for a moment in front of the automatic doors, when the doors opened, Yelena pushed Gao Yang inside. Raising his hand to look at his watch, Gao Yang said solemnly, "It’s about time, everyone should be arriving, don’t go back to our room, just push us straight to the conference room."

Pushed Gao Yang and Number Thirteen into a conference room with a circular table, Yelena said softly, "You need to take your medication. Wait here for a moment, I’ll go get the nurse to prepare the medicine for you."

The place where Gao Yang and Number Thirteen were was not a hospital, but a super luxury rehabilitation hospital combining medical and convalescence facilities. It’s not large, but the facilities are lavish, and the medical staff can be described as luxurious as well. Those who can stay here are either rich or noble, and the benefit of such a rehabilitation hospital is that it even has a conference room prepared, specifically for the rich who stay in.

Gao Yang and Number Thirteen sat at the conference table. Gao Yang said idly, "Hey, Number Thirteen, can you tell me about your background now? You know I have a problem, my curiosity is a bit excessive."

Number Thirteen said solemnly, "Wait for Karima to tell you, I’m not suitable for storytelling."

Gao Yang said helplessly, "You’re a boring person. Hey, Number Thirteen, now that Yelena and the others aren’t here, tell me, is there really no wiggle room for the horse head thing? No possibility at all?"

Number Thirteen said impatiently, "Why are you so troublesome?"

Gao Yang snapped, "Nonsense, this is my obsession! Do you understand obsession? I thought when I was a kid, when I become a big shot one day, I definitely want to do like in Godfather. Now I’m not a big shot, but I have a chance to do these things."

Number Thirteen sighed and said, "No possibility if I’m in charge, you’re free to do what you want if you take charge, that’s my answer, and stop bothering me about it! Last time I say it, stop bothering me with this question!"

Gao Yang pouted and said, "Fine, fine! Talking about this with someone like you, who has no sense of style, is just a waste of time!"

Emotionally rarely agitated, Number Thirteen turned to look at Gao Yang and angrily said, "You want to chop off two purebred good horses’ heads and bloody put them on a plate on someone’s bed! You’re telling me that kind of thing has style? That’s style? Hmm? You and Yelena riding horses on your ranch is called style. Chopping off horse heads is called destroying style! I’m an assassin, not a butcher! Just because I’m an assassin doesn’t mean I don’t know what style is! You psychological twisted pervert!"

"Hey, Leonard, who are you calling a pervert?"

When Number Thirteen was angrily ranting at Gao Yang, someone knocked on the door, and then a nurse came in pushing Rafael, lying on the bed, with Albert following behind in a wheelchair with one leg propped up.

After being pushed next to Gao Yang, Albert curiously looked at Number Thirteen, wanting to know who he was calling a pervert.

Getting called a pervert, Gao Yang’s face was full of black lines, and after Albert’s wheelchair was pushed into position, he grabbed the hand of the young nurse who was pushing him, looking reluctant, and said, "We need to have a meeting, it won’t take long, darling, I’ll come find you in a bit."

The nurse did not resist having her hand held by Albert. After whispering a few words in his ear, she left the conference room with a gentle smile.

Gao Yang grumbled, "Bastard, hooking up so quickly! Your leg’s been fine for ages, right? What’s with the act? Shameless!"

Rafael said discontentedly, "The hospital staff here is strictly prohibited from having any relationships with patients, unless she wants to be fired. I just don’t get it, Villain, you’re old and ugly and bald, how do you manage to charm your nurse while I’m young and handsome and can’t?"

Albert rubbed his bald head proudly and said, "Charm! Inner beauty, and personal charisma."

Eileen walked in, gave Gao Yang a pat on the shoulder, and then sat next to him. She dismissed Rafael with disdain, "Don’t listen to him, Villain just relies on shamelessness and nauseating sweet talk. Compared to him, you’re as fresh as a newborn baby."

People continued to trickle into the room and took their seats around the conference table. Satan’s team was all present except for Little Donnie. Albert said, "Hey, Boss, what’s this about chopping off a horse’s head? Tell me."

Eileen asked curiously, "What horse head?"

Cui Bo, also curious, asked, "Chopping off a horse’s head? Who’s the horse? What’s his actual name? Who are we going to take down?"

Gao Yang slapped the table hard and shouted, "Shut up, all of you, shut up. I called you here because we have an important thing to do. We’re going to start a business, so let’s have a meeting to decide how we’re going to conduct this business."

Frey shouted, "What business?"

Gao Yang laughed, "Big business, arms trade, and we already have a buyer, haha."

Li Jinfang said in a deep voice, "We’re dealing arms out of Ukraine, right? Isn’t this already settled? Little Donnie’s doing fine over there; you just say how it’s done, and we’ll do it. This kind of business, we don’t get it. Who’s the horse?"

Glolov spoke gravely, "That’s right, leave the business to Little Donnie. We don’t know anything about it. Gao, do you have a mission for us? I think we should let Little Donnie handle the business while we focus on the mission. If the horse is a nickname for a person, then who is this person? Assassination or capture? What’s the fee? Is there a time limit?"

Eileen clapped her hands loudly, saying, "Mission, mission! I love missions. Let the professionals handle the business, and the mission is ours! Boss, come on, what’s the mission?"

Gao Yang’s mouth twitched incessantly, and then he stuttered, "You bunch of bastards! I said, the horse... er, the horse isn’t someone’s nickname, and this isn’t a mission! A horse is a horse, er, a horse is just a horse, a real horse! Four hooves for riding, racehorse, purebred horse!"

Irritated, Gao Yang waved his hand furiously and shouted, "Stop talking about the horse! I’m just going with Number Thirteen to scare someone, maybe even take him out. Damn, stop talking about the damn horse!"

Glolov frowned and said, "Threaten or take out who, just go do it then. Why bring up the horse? What’s it got to do with a horse?"

Gao Yang resignedly patted the table and said, "That guy owns two horses! He’s in love with those two horses! We’re going to use the horse to threaten him, that’s it!"

"Oh..."

Everyone let out a collective sigh, and Gao Yang exhaled, saying, "Alright, let’s continue talking about Ukraine..."

Frey raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, why are we talking about chopping off a horse’s head, why’s that?"

Gao Yang looked exasperated and said, "Why don’t you ask who I’m going to frighten or take out but instead ask about the horse?"

Frey said blankly, "I have no interest in who you’re going to take out, but I’m curious as to why you’d want to take out two horses, so, why chop off a horse’s head?"

Gao Yang shouted angrily, "Because I want to threaten that person! And I think chopping off the head of the horse he loves and putting it on his bed is very intimidating! But Number Thirteen vetoed my suggestion, he thinks it’s a bad idea! Alright, we’re in a meeting, stop talking about the damn horse!"

Eileen raised her hand and said, "Hold on! Why can’t we chop off the horse’s head? I think it’s a pretty good idea."

Glolov rubbed his chin and said, "Well, that’s an interesting idea, very intriguing, I find it intriguing."

Li Jinfang said gravely, "Although I find it a bit cruel, I think it’s a really good idea. I read about it in a martial arts novel once, and it left a deep impression on me."

Jansen and Taylor said in unison, "What’s a martial arts novel?"

Number Thirteen slapped his hand on the conference table with a snap, his face twitching with uncontrolled muscles, and shouted angrily, "Enough! I’m going to chop off the horse’s head!" (. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)