Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

Sterling whispered. ​My breath caught in my throat, a tiny, ragged hitch that made the rubber mask fog up against my skin. ​Code Crimson Nine? ​I had spent four years managing the internal audit logs for Vance Global’s healthcare acquisitions. I knew their proprietary billing systems, their offshore logistics, and their private medical insurance registries inside and out. Crimson Nine wasn't a standard diagnostic term. It wasn't a surgical protocol for a bone marrow donor. ​It was an internal classification code used by Vance Global's private logistics firm for nonviable, nonconsensual biological extractions.

Dana carelessly looked at the four big guys near door and laughed “I will give you three seconds to run away.” “You behind these two sleeze bags” Dana looked at the man standing behind the two men on the sofa “Remind me to return those slaps you gave me before once I finish this trash.” Dana kept blabbering nonsense. “Have you slapped her silly?” One of the men on the sofa sneered. These ten were elite mercenaries from U country. “We mistook her for Ms Burton and drugged her …. Maybe the side effects of the drug.” The man standing behind the men sitting informed with an embarrassed look. “You mistook me for her?” Dana shrieked exaggeratedly.

Lucas said that as he waved to his people, "Shoot them into sleeves." As he said that, and before his people raised the guns in their hands. Six or seven shadows rushed out like ghosts. Within a blink, all of them had been knocked down on the ground. These people were the Divine Mercenaries hiding in the dark. Those people, including Saber, had all reached eighth level of Overt Power and were all experienced. Those ordinary people were no more than a piece of cake for them. Lucas and his fellows had been knocked out before they could see it clearly.

None of the management executives at Thompson Group could understand how Harry would risk the entire conglomerate over a woman, nor could they fathom how he'd lock horns recklessly with Adrian Price, then calmly leave the mess to be cleaned up by a son he'd adopted out of nowhere. As his adopted son, I wasn't in a position to refuse. Naturally, the more chaos Harry stirred up at Thompson Group, the more exhilarated I was. After all, the chance to hone my skills at such a massive conglomerate was, more likely than not, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Just when I thought Thompson Group's assets were bound to be squandered sooner or later, Harry made an even bigger spectacle of himself. He go

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.

Even though the man was showing intent to murder, he did not feel much from it. The mercenary organization, the Lone Wolves had great success for all those years, and accomplished quite a few big tasks. They even destroyed many veterans of war, that was why he had felt good about himself at that moment. “‘How dare I?’ I’m afraid that you are the one that doesn't know who I am! If you dare to talk to me like that, then don’t even think about getting out of here alive! Go outside and ask about Hulk Hank at least!” Hulk Hank burst out laughing, wearing his pride on his sleeve.

Crimson laser sights cut through the rain, coming to rest squarely on Dante’s chest and Elara’s forehead. The lead mercenary stepped over the threshold, his heavy combat boots crunching on the debris of the ruined flight console. He didn't speak, simply lowering a compact, suppressed submachine gun to a ready position while his two subordinates fanned out, securing the microscopic room. The sheer professional efficiency of the breach left no room for Dante to maneuver; any sudden movement with the wrench would result in them being cut to pieces before they could take a single step.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

They were all dressed in leopard-like combat gear. “The States’ Leopard Mercenary Corps.” It was then when Emerald Devil fell into despair. He initially thought that he would gain the upper hand as he had the advantage of time. The bounty had been so close at hand. Now it seemed his brilliant plan had fallen flat on its face. Leopard Mercenary Corps was a very powerful mercenary group in the west. The members of the group are all composed of retired military officers from America. This mercenary group was ranked one of the top five mercenary groups in the world.

Maybe two. Mercer heard the change in her breathing immediately through the earpiece. “Emily… easy,” he whispered. She didn’t move. “Remember your cover,” Mercer continued quietly. “Your file says you’re a civilian assistant. No combat training. If you hurt him right now, we’re going to have a very big problem.” Emily inhaled slowly through her nose. Across the table the Danish partner was still watching with a lazy smile, clearly enjoying the situation. “Emily,” Mercer murmured again, his voice calmer now but firm. “You could fold both of them in half before they even stand up. I know that. But they don’t know that. And Damien definitely doesn’t know that.”