Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

"While I might be a new designer, but I'm not desperate to the point of selling my mechs to pirates." "Now hold on for a sec, Ves." Marcella held out her hand. "It's actually not a pirate we're selling our mechs to. The intermediary is a familiar face around Bentheim. He's serving as an agent for some of the shadier mercenary corps, but he has a good reputation in so far that he doesn't deal with gangs with active bounties on their heads.

Li Mingze stared at Yang Xiao and sneered, “What? Death God’s highness, you think you can leave tonight? Captain Robert!” Li Mingze looked at the white man leading them. This white man was the leader of this group of mercenaries, from Europe and America, and his name was Robert. “Kill him!” Captain Rodriguez’s hawk-like gaze locked onto Yang Xiao. Stomp! Stomp! The next moment, two mercenaries stepped forward with AK47s in their hands and aimed at Yang Xiao. “We’re done for! Regardless if he’s a Death God or not, this guy is done for. As strong as the humans are, they won’t be able to withstand these weapons!” One of them exclaimed.

He betrayed me and even though he knew how dangerous I was, he still had the effrontery to visit my lair. The uproar of my fellow members jolted me back to reality. "Everyone! Cheers to the Lord of the house, Zeus!" I chuckled as my group of six happily clapped their glasses of beers against each other. This is what one gets when you choose to have your lair be a bar in disguise. The mornings up to the early nights were for humans while the deep nights were for us werewolves. We were called the Hunter Mercenaries, a group of skilled werewolf mercenaries led by me. Some of us here were wanted and some were new recruits to replace our fallen. Simon for starters. There he was, his young stature

They call him merciless. And now coming almost face to face with that powerful man, it was like death itself knocking on your door. He signalled his men, only with the clicks of his fingers; no words. He didn't want to waste any more time. The hunger inside needed to be calmed. The hunger for blood. The blindfolds of the two men were taken off. They gasped as their eyes set upon the man that sat high and mighty in front of them.

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

His cock twitched. He couldn't stop it. He saw the sandy-haired man's grin widen, saw his eyes drop to watch. “Name's Manuel. Corporal Manuel.” He jerked a thumb toward the scarred man behind him. “That's Bill; he doesn't talk much. And the sergeant — well, you already know Sergeant Scorpion, don't you?” Moon did. He'd met Sergeant Scorpion on his first day, standing at attention while those black eyes had scraped over him like a blade. The same eyes were looking at him now.

In my experience, a man who appears to want nothing in a room full of men who want everything is the most dangerous person there. I had asked Marcus about him afterward. Marcus had told me his name was Cole Mercer. Former Nightfang Pack enforcer. Expelled two years before the summit under circumstances that nobody was willing to discuss openly. He had been operating as an independent contractor in rogue territory ever since, taking jobs that established packs preferred not to put their own names on. A man like that didn't show up at your border for personal reasons. He showed up because someone was paying him to. "Is he in custody?" I asked, my voice completely quiet.