Mercenary’s War
Chapter 919 - 919 909 Only the Result Matters

919: Chapter 909: Only the Result Matters 919: Chapter 909: Only the Result Matters After a few people got out of the car and dispersed, Gao Yang also got out.

He didn’t take the Blade of Satan with him but instead loaded his shotgun and followed them to stand aside.

Fellini also got out of the car and went straight to Gao Yang’s side.

After looking at the few people hidden in the darkness, he smiled and said, “Be careful, buddy.

Who knows where some assholes might pop up and shoot at you.

Want a smoke?”

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, “No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

Fellini lit a cigarette for himself, then patted the sedan that Gao Yang had been in and laughed, “Nice car, pretty good.

But it’s still not as good as a Hummer.”

Gao Yang chuckled and said, “I’m actually not that interested in Hummers, but I am interested in collecting one.

You know, I’m past the age of being infatuated with Hummers, but now I think it’s not bad to have one in my collection.”

Fellini perked up and said, “You absolutely should collect one, dude.”

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, “Do you have one in good condition with low mileage?

If you do, I’ll give you an address later, you can deliver the car to me, and then I’ll pay you.”

Fellini snapped his fingers and said, “No problem at all!

I have one that’s only driven twenty-two thousand miles, hasn’t been hit by bullets.

Once you take off the bulletproof grille, it’s just like new, brand spanking new!

Just sixty thousand US Dollars, including shipping.

You know most of that’s the shipping cost, but there’s no helping it.

Oh, you can pay after you inspect the car.

I’m confident that you’ll be happy to pay after receiving the car!

Buddy, this price is like giving it away for free.

Just think, how much would a civilian Hummer cost right now, and my car, although secondhand, is bulletproof!

The real deal!”

Gao Yang smiled and said, “Alright, keep it for me.

I definitely want it.

I’ll call you when the task is over.”

Fellini was very happy, laughing, “No problem, I’ll definitely keep it for you.

Everyone knows you’re a man of your word, I trust you.

I’ll make sure the car is well-maintained for you.”

Because of the car purchase, the unpleasantness between Fellini and Gao Yang seemed to have vanished with the successful deal.

Gao Yang laughed and said, “Seems we came a bit too early, but after waiting for so long, we can finally carry out our task.

Hey, buddy, do you know anything about the goods we’re supposed to deliver?”

After hesitating for a moment, Fellini moved closer to Gao Yang and whispered, “No harm in telling you.

You know, the goods you were supposed to deliver got snatched!

In Mahmaudiya, a bunch of people robbed them!

The escorts are all dead, and the goods were stolen.

These past few days, the owner has been looking for people to handle this matter.

Luckily, the goods were somehow retrieved.

Buddy, honestly, I thought this mission was a no-go.”

Gao Yang was quite surprised and said, “Oh?

What happened?

How did they get stolen and then retrieved?”

Gao Yang was truly astonished.

He couldn’t help but be shocked, because they had speculated the cargo might be cash.

But who would steal a large sum of money and then return it?

Gao Yang thought this was highly unlikely, so the real problem was that their judgment about the cargo might have been wrong.

Fellini nodded and laughed, “Yes, they got it back, incredible, huh?”

Gao Yang let out a breath and asked, “Do you know what it was?”

Fellini shook his head repeatedly and said, “No idea about that.

Stuff like that, they wouldn’t let us know.

But I reckon it can’t be anything too valuable, otherwise why would those guys in Mahmaudiya return it?”

Gao Yang whispered, “Maybe our employer is someone really big, big enough to scare people.

Even if it’s valuable, they still have to return it.”

Fellini shrugged and said, “Who knows?

I have no clue who the employer is.

Only Mr.

Tomler would know that.

But definitely someone big and wealthy.

Maybe the employer traded something more valuable than the goods to get them back, or maybe the employer is actually the big boss or backer of that armed organization and just retrieved the goods by revealing their identity.

Buddy, there are too many possibilities.

We can’t guess.

Besides, I only know the bare minimum.

It’s not possible to speculate deeper.”

Indeed, the possibilities were numerous.

Mere speculation would never provide the answers.

Gao Yang sighed and said, “Do you know how many of our predecessors died?”

Fellini shook his head and said, “No idea, but it’s not less than twenty.

However, I think you guys won’t have any problems.

Buddy, you managed to take down those guys from Global Forces, you’ve got exceptional combat skills.”

In the past days, Gao Yang hadn’t been idle either.

He had learned in detail about the route and things to be aware of from Polovich.

Moreover, encountering Polovich had its benefits, as this arms dealer had an extensive network.

If faced with an insurmountable force, they could try dropping Polovich’s name.

Even if they couldn’t avoid losing the goods, they might save their lives.

Whether or not they were dealing with Polovich’s business partners, it was always worth a shot to mention his name.

Polovich’s name could save lives not only in Iraq but also in Syria.

Unlike great powers, the principle of an arms dealer is to always maintain neutrality, never taking sides in a conflict.

This allows them to sell weapons to both parties.

Thus, arms dealers have no enemies, only friends.

If they aren’t friends with a power, they are certainly not enemies.

Of course, sometimes, whether you are enemies with someone is out of your hands.

If faced with idiots, there’s nothing you can do.

But for arms dealers like Polovich, who’s reached a certain level, they can ensure they have no enemies.

Because if he really regarded a force as an enemy, that force usually ended up finished.

Gao Yang’s first trip to Syria was to be employed by Polovich, hired to eliminate an armed group that dared refuse to pay.

Of course, invoking Polovich’s name was a last resort, a means to save their skins, and whether it would work was left to fate.

If they encountered an armed group with a good relationship with Polovich, they might be happily allowed to pass through; if not, perhaps they would still sell Polovich some face, or perhaps not.

Relying on Polovich’s name as a free pass throughout Iraq and Syria was impractical; Polovich did not wield that much power.

In any case, the road to Aleppo would not be peaceful, so having multiple options was good, but the most important thing was luck, not how tough Satan was.

If they were to encounter irresistible forces like planes dropping bombs, it would still be a dead end.

Gao Yang and Fellini leaned against the car, chatting and waiting, both somewhat preoccupied with their own thoughts, checking their watches from time to time.

Finally, when they saw headlights in the distance and a car coming off the roundabout, Gao Yang and Fellini both stood up straight, watching intently as the two vehicles left the roundabout, and when the cars finally stopped on the open ground below, blinking their lights twice, Fellini threw away his cigarette butt and said, “They’re finally here!”

The arriving cars were on the opposite side of the roundabout.

Fellini made a gesture, and the people left in his car also blinked twice.

Then Fellini’s driver poked his head out of the car and said in a deep voice, “We’ve made contact, it’s them.”

Fellini looked somewhat tense and said in a deep voice, “Let them come over.”

A sand-colored medium-sized van and a sedan slowly made their way over, and a man with a big beard, wearing a jacket and trousers, got out of the sedan.

The man who got out of the car was dressed in a way that didn’t reveal much, looking like a local Iraqi, but from his facial features, Gao Yang felt he did not resemble an Iraqi, but rather a Bedouin.

Gao Yang was adept at observing details.

Although there was no light, he had a Glow Night Vision Device, so he could see the impression left on the man’s hair, resembling that of a Bedouin who wore a headscarf all day.

Even in the night vision device, where skin color couldn’t be determined accurately, Gao Yang was seventy to eighty percent sure.

After seeing Fellini, the big-bearded man didn’t say anything but took a wary look around before saying to Gao Yang, “Turn off the night vision device.”

In an accentless English.

Gao Yang lifted the lens of the night vision device, and then Fellini smiled and said, “My name is Hariri Housai Filmes Zams Kulzaban.”

A very long name, long enough to be used as a password.

Big Beard nodded and said in a deep voice, “The goods are handed over to you guys, there are six people in the car.

If there’s any change, just listen to them.”

After he finished, Big Beard waved his hand and said, “Goodbye.”

Without a clear explanation of the task at hand, Gao Yang immediately asked, “Wait, who calls the shots on the road?”

Big Beard turned back and said in a low voice, “Apart from the destination, everything else is up to you, even the route.

But wherever it is said to deliver, you must deliver there, that’s all.

Clear?”

Gao Yang nodded and said, “Fine, no problem then.”

Without another word, Big Beard got back into the car and drove away.

Fellini, somewhat annoyed, cursed toward the taillights of Big Beard’s car, “These rich pricks, always so damn full of themselves, bastards.”

After that, Fellini shrugged at Gao Yang and said, “Alright, my job was just to bring you here, I’m not involved in the rest.

My task is now finished.

So, goodbye buddy, come back soon.”

Gao Yang smiled and shook hands with Fellini, saying, “I’ll call you when the mission is over, goodbye.”

Fellini got in his car and left.

Once Fellini had gone, Gao Yang, holding a shotgun in one hand, approached the van that had remained still with no one getting out.

Gao Yang looked into the cab, seeing only two people.

Since Big Beard said there were six people, the remaining four must be in the back of the van.

Gao Yang gestured for the driver in the cab to roll down the window, and then said to the driver, who also had a big beard, “Hello, it seems we need to discuss the journey ahead, who’s in charge here?”

Big Beard said something in Arabic, and Gao Yang shook his head, “I don’t understand.”

Big Beard switched to English, “I’m in charge here, you don’t need to discuss anything with me.

You go, I follow.

As for how and when, I don’t care, I just want results.”

(To be continued.

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