Mercenary’s War
Chapter 563 - 563 558 Today is a Big Day

563: Chapter 558 Today is a Big Day 563: Chapter 558 Today is a Big Day Gao Yang’s days passed by calmly, one day at a time, with mornings spent learning to fly with Cui Bo and afternoons going to Aliland-Moson Studio’s shooting range with Eileen for target practice.

Everything was normal except for one thing.

Rafael, who had said he would contact Gao Yang in three days, didn’t call.

Since they hadn’t agreed on a specific time, Gao Yang waited an extra day but still didn’t receive a call from Rafael.

It wasn’t until the fifth day that Gao Yang made a call to Rafael, but he couldn’t get through at all.

In the following days, Gao Yang tried to reach him with a call every day, but he couldn’t get through to Rafael’s phone.

Rafael’s broken promise left Gao Yang very disappointed and angry.

Basically, Rafael had lost any possibility of joining Satan.

Finding a blasting expert was truly difficult, especially one who could fight and handle explosives was even harder to find.

Having given up on Rafael, Gao Yang had no idea where else he could find another qualified blaster, even if they were only half as capable as Sirte, he would have accepted them.

Gao Yang would rather miss out on a good blaster than accept someone who was not punctual and did not keep promises into Satan, so he didn’t call Rafael again, treating him as if he didn’t exist.

On the day before the competition, Gao Yang and his team left Portland for Los Angeles.

Glolov and Frey were in New York, far away on the East Coast, so Gao Yang didn’t ask them to come watch the competition.

But Bruce and Lucica were in Seattle, which wasn’t too far from Los Angeles, and they definitely wanted to catch the excitement, so they would fly directly from Seattle to Los Angeles.

After the flight to Los Angeles and a night’s rest, the vehicle carrying Gao Yang’s competition guns arrived early the next morning.

The first thing Gao Yang did after receiving the guns was to check all of them, and only after confirming there were no issues did he go to have breakfast.

The competition was a big deal for Aliland-Moson Studio, and almost the entire team came to Los Angeles.

While everyone was having breakfast, Bruce and Lucica, who had just landed, also found the hotel.

Gao Yang was eating when he saw Bruce and waved at him, saying, “Over here.”

Bruce walked over with Lucica’s hand in his, and Gao Yang pointed at Eileen, saying, “As you already know, this is Eileen.

Eileen, I’ve mentioned them to you before, Bruce and Lucica.”

After shaking hands with Bruce and Lucica, Eileen smiled and said, “I’ve heard your names many times, it’s nice to meet you.

Hi, Lucica, I heard you were injured, how’s your recovery going?”

Lucica smiled happily and said, “I’m fully recovered now, no issues with movement at all.

Eileen, I’m really glad you joined Satan, now I have some company.”

After a few words, Bruce asked, “Boss, that Rafael, he hasn’t shown up yet?”

Gao Yang shook his head and replied, “No, haven’t been able to contact him up to now.

Let’s not talk about that guy anymore, we’ll continue to look for another blaster.”

Bruce shrugged with regret, then high-fived Jack and laughed, “Buddy, you’re about to start a competition that will decide the reputation of your work life.

How do you feel, nervous?”

Jack shrugged and said, “Not nervous at all.

I have confidence in Ram, and I trust my gun.

This time I’m here to kick some serious ass.

What’s there to be nervous about?”

Bruce burst out laughing and said, “Exactly, kick those Gunfire bastards’ asses so hard they’ll never set foot in Seattle again.

Buddy, although I’m a Seattleite, I’m totally rooting for you guys.”

Jack truly wasn’t nervous.

He ate his meal leisurely and, after checking his watch, said, “It’s eight o’clock now.

The competition starts at ten.

We’ll leave at eight thirty, get there just after nine; leaving some time to familiarize ourselves with the venue should be enough.”

At that moment, Arilan, who had been out of sight, also appeared in the dining room.

He looked very pleased and, upon approaching Gao Yang and the rest, motioned for them, who were about to stand up, to keep sitting, and said with a smile, “Continue eating, how’s everything going?

Are you all prepared?”

Gao wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, “All set.

I’ve never felt in better shape.”

After Arilan pulled up a chair and sat down, he said with a grin, “Very good, excellent.

From today onward, I think I’m going to be in a good mood for quite a long time.

Just thinking about teaching those Gunfire guys a lesson makes me very happy.”

Jack looked at his father and asked, “Have all the people you invited arrived?

Who did you invite?”

Arilan smiled and said, “Everyone will be here before nine thirty.

As for who I invited, you’ll find out soon enough.”

After speaking, Arilan looked at Gao and said, “Gao, as a shooter, I believe in your mental strength.

So, no matter who you see later, you’ll be able to remain calm, right?”

Gao shrugged and laughed, “Mr.

Mosen, as a newcomer who has never appeared in your circles, I’m not familiar with those big shots in the American firearms scene, not at all.

So, I doubt I’ll even be able to get nervous.”

Arilan was quite satisfied with this response.

He nodded and said, “That’s great, very good.

Anyway, let’s head to the shooting range and bring home the victory.

Guys, hit those sons of bitches hard, don’t show any mercy.

Everything depends on you now.”

The atmosphere was quite relaxed; everyone believed they had the winning ticket.

After Gao and the others finished breakfast, along with the team from Aliland-Moson Studio, a mighty group of about twenty people set off.

They reached the shooting range at nine ten, and everyone started waiting at the competition’s starting point.

Gao went ahead to walk the route of the competition to make sure that the obstacles and distances were the same as during his practice sessions.

Only then did he relax and return to the starting point to wait with everyone else.

Though it was a competition between two studios, with both being quite famous, what was supposed to be a small showdown turned into a grand event.

There were already forty to fifty people present, and more were continuously arriving.

Gao didn’t recognize anyone who came, but as he noticed Eileen’s and Bruce’s faces growing more solemn, he couldn’t resist asking, “What’s wrong?

Are the people who’ve come really that impressive?”

Bruce made an exaggerated gesture before whispering, “Believe me, you wouldn’t see such a complete turnout even at the most top-level competition nationwide.

Look, that guy in the gray suit, that’s the president of the IDPA Association; next to him, that’s a board member.

And there, see?

The one talking to Arilan right now, that’s the vice-president of the National Rifle Association.

Oh my God, the president is here too!

How on earth did Arilan manage to invite them!” (To be continued.

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