Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

he asked rhetorically. "Whatever you think you are. No matter how this ends, it will affect you. How many times will you keep faking your death? Wise up and let us put an end to this" Alpha Jones lectured him. "David, who is this man?" the Daredevil asked. "Alpha Nemesis, you must have heard about him" David hummed. "Of course, you are the killer of tyrants. But now that you see your match, you come running to me" he mocked Alpha Jones.

Now, she had a general idea of what to do. “James, from what I understand, these mercenaries know that they will be fighting against the Red Flame Army in the Capital. This means that they have no plans of returning alive.” “This is rather problematic.” “They are most certainly risking their lives for money. Before battle breaks out, try demoralizing the mercenaries. Promise them you will reward them with a sum as long as they surrender. Once a few wavers, seize the opportunity and make a breakthrough.” “You’re the Black Dragon. You have seen and experienced many combats. You know what to do.”

Ordinarily, just a handful of these mercenaries could wipe out an entire criminal organization overseas. Yet this time... more than a dozen elite mercenaries had been assembled... Just to eliminate a single individual. Even Jordan found it difficult to believe. But as the team's leader, he understood exactly what that implied. After briefly discussing a few strategies, everyone returned to their respective rooms to rest. Over the following days, Sean Mercer made countless trips back and forth before finally securing the contract for his company. At last, he let out a long sigh of relief. What he didn't know... his successful bid had been part of Dakota's plan all along.

Behind them were the suspects, hauled in one by one, and forced to their knees. Each of them had that pale expression that men get when they realize their life is no longer theirs to command. The first, Reno, a bookie who had worked with Kaito since his street days. His nose was already bleeding, probably from resisting. The second, Malik, ran guns through the docks and thought no one paid attention when he took a few off the manifest. The third, skinny Reuben, was barely more than a rat with legs, although a very smart one. And the fourth, Derek was silent and cold-eyed. He was a former mercenary, now a hired muscle. He was the kind of man that wouldn't flinch even if death was staring him

It helps a lot in my kind of work, and I’ve perfected the skill over the years. “Killer.” I turn around and see our Sergeant-at-Arms leaning against the bar. “What do you want?” I grunt. “We got a meeting with Pierce.” Finally, something to do. I get up from the leather couch I’ve been sitting on and jerk my chin toward Wilhelm and Jaxon. Jaxon’s our Enforcer... a tough son of a bitch. Wilhelm is our Road Captain also a tough son of a bitch. Jaxon hardly talks. He’s a psycho kind of son of a bitch. Like me, he prefers staying on the sidelines. People, even most of the brothers, tend to avoid him.

"What do you suggest we do?" Damon walked over to the window and gazed out at the city skyline. "We need to enlist the help of some powerful allies. I know some people who could help us, but they won't come cheap." I frowned. "What do you mean? Who are these people?" Damon turned to face me. "They're a group of mercenaries. They specialize in taking down supernatural threats. They're called The Hunters, and they're the best in the business. But they don't come cheap, and they only take on jobs that are worth their time."

Zain tossed a digital map of Washington, DC onto the wall. "We traced some of Zacharias' money to DC, where he made some investments about eight years ago. There's a security company out of there-mercenaries, really-who just took on a new contract. They backed out of a bidding war with us yesterday morning, citing a change in manpower. If Zach is hiring help, these are likely the only guys he could get without giving up something more valuable than money." "DC?" Abigail sat forward. Wait-wait-wait...No.

A mercenary put two rounds in his chest. The fighting was vicious. Gunfire mixed with the sound of breaking glass and screaming. Blood splattered across the walls. Men groaned on the floor, clutching bullet wounds and broken limbs. The mercenaries were trained, efficient. They moved like a machine, taking down anyone who resisted. Within minutes, we had control. Bodies littered the floor. Most were alive, just beaten badly or nursing gunshot wounds. Some weren’t moving. I scanned the room, looking for Damian. I spotted him crawling toward the back exit.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

He stays on top of her for a while before pulling out of her and as soon as he gets off, Vivian curses him under her breath and heads towards the door but before she could get there, Clement halts her. Clement "Vivian! Vivian" 😒 Sir? Clement " Summon asset 1 to my office. Vivian" As you wish sir. After that, Vivian walks out of the office and shortly after her departure an odd looking guy in a body armour enters the office. The guy's name Douglas okene. He's a mercenary for hire and he sometimes carries assassinations to earn an extra buck. Douglas is a ruthless individual with little or no regard for human life,