Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

Then, a person covered head to toe in grime climbed out, hastily crying, "Hey, wait! This is all a misunderstanding! Don't attack, okay? I'm coming out right now!" After wiping the dirt off his face, Andrew finally saw him clearly. He was a skinny man with torn combat gear, and blood was still seeping from his shoulder. His appearance was shifty, and his eyes kept darting over Andrew. "You're a wasteland mercenary?" Andrew saw through him and asked directly. The man immediately forced a dry laugh. "Sir, you have sharp eyes. Yes, I am Jeremy Kramer from the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group." Andrew asked again, "Since you are a mercenary, why were you hiding in a grave? Were you looking for corpses

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

he replied resignedly. While none of them looked scared as they all observed Dyllen in return, there was an air of unease about each of the teens. They didn’t know what to expect from him and they obviously weren’t hopeful after his sudden departure that morning. Dyllen knew how to train new recruits in a mercenary band as he’d done it for a company called White Hand. It was the same company where he had met Linus, although he hadn’t stayed long, frustrated with the power plays and incompetence of the high ranking officers.

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

Darryl shook his head and smiled, indicating that he was not bothered at all. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a unique temperament slowly walked toward the center of the battle stage. "Everyone, be quiet!" He was not loud, but his voice echoed throughout the valley. His inner energy must be powerful! All eyes were on him. Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence."

David could not see the other person’s face because she was lying on the table. Just as David was about to speak and call the other party to get up, a deep and resounding voice came from downstairs. “The Black Water Mercenaries are on duty, please cooperate. Don't run around, otherwise don't blame us for being rude. We're just here to arrest someone.” The originally noisy bar suddenly became quiet. Black Water Mercenaries was a large-scale mercenary group located nearby. They had thousands of members and were very powerful. Ordinary people would not be able to afford to provoke them.

He served as a Sergeant in his service, fought in over 200 operations 50 of which is classified, served in the Tri-Nation Valley war, Directly under Grand General Bina command. For an Aeternum veteran, that is a remarkable records, if he stayed longer in the Army he would be at least at the ranks of colonels. But sadly, he was heavily injured at the Northern Alemia battles against the Underworld portal attacks, lost both of his left leg and hand, forcing him to a recovery for about 4 months. As he was healed and finally cleared, he decided to quit the military and instead went into the world of mercenaries with his dwarf brotherhood, they form a mercenary groups that only worked for Aeternum

Unlike Kalen, he is among the lunatics who came here willingly in complete trust of their strength to get the prize. Outside here, he is a mercenary who fights, kills, and protects, if hired, as a source of income and livelihood. He is an external member of on of the big 5, the Blackwater Mercenaries. The Blackwater Mercenaries is the only organization whose rules and restrictions are looser, among the big 5. They accept outsiders who proved their strength as external members, who work for them as mercenaries, and are paid. The Emperor doesn’t focus completely on being a mercenary alone though, as he looks for unconventional means of income like this.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.