Mercenary’s War -
Chapter 911 - 911 901 My name is Harrison
911: Chapter 901 My name is Harrison.
911: Chapter 901 My name is Harrison.
Gao Yang was blaming himself for being careless; he thought nothing would go wrong, but then something indeed did go wrong.
As Satan and his group charged forward aggressively, Crazy Johnson, holding a baseball bat, stood in front of Frey and said to the people pinning Frey down, “Let him stand up.
I want him to spend a long time in bed.”
Frey’s eyes were blazing with fury as he stared hatefully at Johnson and said in a deep voice, “Mess with me, and you’re dead.
My boss won’t let you off, I guarantee it.
Just you try to touch me, and he’ll make you wish you were dead, I promise!”
After bursting into laughter, Johnson pointed the baseball bat at Frey’s head and smiled, “Do you know why people call me Crazy Johnson?
Because I’m crazy enough.
Wish I were dead?
I like that, I’m looking forward to it!”
As Johnson raised his baseball bat to swing, Robert suddenly yelled, “Stop, stop!
Please, don’t, Johnson, don’t hit him, please!”
Johnson really did stop, then looked down at Robert on the ground with surprise.
After a careful look, he said to the man stepping on Robert, “Wow, Survivor Robert!
Incredible.
Is this the big fish you recently caught?
Let him go, let him stand up.
Our Mr.
Survivor here is harmless, right, Roberta?”
After being released, Robert stood up and bowed repeatedly to Johnson, “Johnson, hey, Johnson, listen to me, you know I’ve always had the greatest respect for you.
Please, I beg you, let him go.
He’s just a kid.
As you can see, he’s just a kid who knows nothing, and he had nothing to do with the incident the other day.
Please, let him go.”
Johnson stared at Robert for a moment, then suddenly struck Robert on the head with the bat and said coldly, “You say you respect me, but you’ve deceived me.
He hit me with a baseball bat, and his people broke my arm.
Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“F**k!
You bastard, you’re dead!”
Frey was shouting.
Johnson didn’t hit Robert very hard, but he wasn’t going to be as gentle with Frey.
He turned around and aimed the baseball bat at Frey again.
Just then, with blood oozing from a wound on his forehead, Robert blocked in front of Frey and pleaded bitterly, “Johnson, Johnson, don’t hit him, he’s just a kid.
Please, he’s a talent, don’t ruin him.
No, no, I mean, there are other ways to vent your anger, like a large sum of money.
Please, Johnson, let him go.”
Johnson’s expression turned even colder as he said, “Really amazing, our brave Mr.
Survivor, Robert.
He’s a genius, all right, raise his arm.
I love destroying beautiful things, and it would be even more fun to personally ruin a genius.”
Realizing his mistake, Robert was pushed aside by someone, then watched as two men lifted Frey’s right arm.
Just then, as Gao Yang and his group were 200 meters away from Frey, nearing the edge of the field, a crowd that seemed to be spectators suddenly attacked them as they charged.
Gao Yang was holding a gun, and when he saw a stick coming towards his eyes, he instinctively ducked, allowing the stick to hit his helmet.
At the same time, his handgun was knocked to the ground.
Johnson asked the people next to him with a laugh, “Does this guy use his left or right hand?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then break both hands.”
Johnson gestured, then lifted the baseball bat with a fierce smile and swung it down hard.
The baseball bat didn’t hit Frey’s right arm but instead landed on Robert’s right shoulder, as Robert had rushed out to shield Frey.
But he didn’t dare to fight back and could only use himself to protect Frey.
A dull sound of a bone cracking came from Robert’s right shoulder.
Johnson was aiming to break Frey’s arm, so his strength was certainly not light.
“Don’t hit him, I beg you, Johnson, really!”
“Robert, get out of the way!”
Amid Frey’s yelling, Johnson got angry, kicked Robert away, and swung the baseball bat at Frey’s arm again.
At that moment, Robert rushed out again, blocking the blow with his left arm, and with another crack of breaking bones, Robert cried out in pain and then staggered and crashed into Johnson.
Robert slammed into Johnson’s plastered right arm, and Johnson fell to the ground with a painful howl, while Robert barely stabilizing himself, shouted at Johnson, “F**k you, you motherf***ers!
My name is Harrison, not Robert!
F**k you!”
With fury all over his face, Robert kicked the fallen Johnson, stomped on him, then twisted around, bit hard on the hand of the person still holding Frey who was stunned by the scene.
As the pain delayed the reaction of the person holding Frey, he let go, and finally someone reacted, kicking over Robert.
The overturned Robert spat out a mouthful of flesh and blood, then yelled, “Run!”
Frey had half of his body freed, but he couldn’t run because someone else had caught him.
At that moment, Johnson, who was lying on the ground, roared, “Beat him to death!
Beat him to death!
No, move aside, let me do it!”
Seeing that Frey couldn’t escape, Robert, with both arms broken, had a look of utter despair.
Suddenly, he flipped over from the ground, ignoring the heavy military boots crazily stomping on him.
Using his already broken left arm for support, he lunged forward and bit down on Johnson, who was sitting on the ground, right on his calf.
Robert just held on tight, as Johnson used a baseball bat in his left hand to wildly strike Robert’s head and back.
At that moment, a foot flew out and kicked Johnson’s face, rolling him several times on the ground.
On the other side, Li Jinfang threw a punch, caving in the face of the person holding Frey’s arm, and with another punch, broke a row of ribs of another person.
The one who kicked Johnson was Eileen, and the one who saved Frey was Li Jinfang.
Then, Gao Yang caught up and kicked someone in the groin, brandished a handgun at the crowd, and roared, “Anyone who doesn’t want to die, get down!”
After being suddenly attacked by more than forty people, Gao Yang and his team were delayed too long, taking almost four minutes to break out of the encirclement.
When Gao Yang kicked over his opponent and picked up his handgun again, he didn’t bother with the people obstructing them and rushed back to Frey.
He had been ready to shoot and kill, but seeing that Frey was unharmed, he didn’t fire at anyone.
Gao Yang couldn’t intimidate the people, firstly, because everyone knew that firing a gun was not allowed in the Green Zone, and secondly, they felt confident in their numbers and didn’t believe Gao Yang would dare to shoot.
Although a mistake was made, the people Johnson brought only stepped back two steps, showing no intention of running or lying down.
At that moment, Frey rushed towards Robert on the ground and cried out urgently, “Robert!
How are you?
Test Tube!
Test Tube!
Tyrannosaurus, help!”
Upon seeing Robert covered in blood, Gao Yang felt a twinge in his heart; he thought that Robert’s condition must be related to Frey.
When Frey turned over the deeply indented Robert, both Glolov and Gao Yang shouted simultaneously, holding up their handguns, “Don’t touch him!
Wait for the medics!”
Bruce had already arrived, pushing Frey’s hands away and said, “Move aside!”
Seeing Robert’s condition, Bruce’s face looked extremely grim and without hesitation, he pulled out morphine from his always-carried medical kit and stabbed it into Robert’s chest.
When flipped over, Robert’s eyes focused for a while, and upon seeing Frey next to Bruce, he gasped for air, blood spilling from his mouth, and said with difficulty, “My name is Harrison Will, not Robert.”
Frey, with a sobbing tone, said, “Harrison, Harrison, you’ll be okay!”
“Are you my friend?”
Frey nodded vigorously and said loudly, “Yes, Harrison, I am your friend, I’m your friend!”
“Good, I killed my best friends, my brothers, but I didn’t abandon you, right?
My friend, I didn’t leave you behind.”
Bruce raised his head and gently shook it.
Andy He knelt beside Robert, seeing the dent on his head and how his backbones had snapped, and he too gently shook his head and then signaled Bruce to administer another shot to Robert.
Frey, looking at Bruce and Andy He, cried, “What are you doing, save him!”
Bruce nodded, pulled out a shot of morphine, and injected it into Robert, no, into Harrison.
Harrison, weakly said, “Friend, you are a genius, you should be a big star, a legendary player, go to your favorite team, ha-ha, just don’t go to the New York Yankees, I hate the Yankees.”
Frey, in tears, said, “I know, the Yankees and Boston Red Sox are archenemies.”
Harrison gave a difficult smile and said, “No, I’m not a Red Sox fan; I support my home team, the Texas Rangers, but the Rangers are so weak, a talent like you couldn’t possibly go there.
Powerhouses like the Red Sox and the Yankees are where you belong, but anyway, as long as you don’t go to the Yankees, that’s enough.
Going to the New York Mets is also a good choice, as long as it’s the enemy of the Yankees.”
Harrison’s voice grew weaker and weaker, and Frey cried, “Don’t talk, Harrison, don’t speak.
Our medics are very good; they can save you.”
Harrison smiled slightly and said softly, “I have something for you, something I was reluctant to give to anyone, but I’m dying, so I’ll give it to you.”
Harrison raised his left hand, but his forearm was broken; he raised his hand, but could only watch as his left arm completely slumped down, reaching his own elbow.
Harrison, filled with regret, said, “My hand is broken, can’t get it out.” (To be continued.
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