Marvel Mercenary Novelas e Histórias

That meant I had no qualms about spending a few million on some very nice mercenary fighters who wouldn't hesitate to use their advanced fighting skills to rip Marco's warriors to shreds. The gathered, including me, turned suddenly and unloaded like a group of AK-47s with silver-tipped bullets into the area surrounding the mansion, tearing out through the night, shifting as they went, ripping through muscle, blood, and fur. Screams pierced the night, as well as howls. We stopped after destroying Marco's initial line of attack. 'Anyone who wants to live, you better come out now!' I called, using the mind-link then waited for a response. Luckily, all of the packs in the area were able to mind-

"We ran their facial profiles through the central police database. Two of them came back with active flags. They are S-class mercenaries." I look at the first photograph. A man with a jagged scar running from his earlobe down to his collarbone. His eyes look dead through the camera lens. "They have active contracts on the dark web," Axton says. "The bounty is listed in untraceable credits. Someone wants the relic data, Penelope. Or they want you dead before the base locks down." I stare at the scarred man. My fingers tighten on the edge of the paper until it creases down the middle. A small, cold smile touches my lips.

The frightful look on Darcy’s face only amused Cosmo as he burst out laughing. “Your employees are wiser than you, Darcy. “That’s right. These foreigners are mercenaries who entered the country illegally. The police do not have any record of them. “Have you heard about Zion Mercenaries? They are the biggest mercenary organization in the West. They take my orders. What are you going to do to me? “So what if your loser husband has the support of the city council? He has to yield before me. “If you know any better, you better sign off the rights of the shares to me.”

A file contained a list of a few mercenaries who worked for Harper, who was behind many of the attacks around the world. Her mercenaries were also behind abducting humans and handing them to Shaw to have them turned into werewolves. Although she wasn’t directly connected, she was just as guilty. One group of mercenaries was recently contracted to go after my father. Anger flared through me to the point where I felt as if I was going to lose control over myself. Pushing away from my desk, I tried to calm myself in case I let out a surge of electricity. Although Shaw was our biggest threat, the Quinn family and the mercenaries needed to be dealt with.

“Please, please spare me!” The human male screams as his body is slammed against the bark of a tree, miles far from the werehouse, hidden in a darkness, past the dirt roads. The man's hands were barely left with three fingers as Draven showed no mercy in his torture, leaving the human male in agony as he pleaded for mercy. “Who are you people?” He raged, “Tell me.” “Ok, ok please, I’ll talk,” he cries as Draven bobs his hands, reaching for his third finger. “We are mercenaries, human mercenaries working for Silas Carson, the hunter,” he mutters.

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.

"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."

My handsome features were gone, replaced by the rugged, lethal mask of a survivor who had looked into the abyss and refused to blink. Below my dais, three thousand mercenaries stood in tightly packed columns, their heavy iron armor clanking in the dim light of the sulfur braziers. They were the dregs of Oakhaven—feral Alphas, lawless rogues, and discarded enforcers who knew nothing but the rule of the sword. They didn't fight for ancient bloodlines or the decree of the High Council. They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them.

Andrius walked towards Simon. “Hmph!” Simon was not afraid at all. Instead, he scoffed and clapped thrice, “You guys are up.” As his voice subsided, a bunch of men jumped out and surrounded Andrius. These men had blonde hair and sapphire eyes. They were equipped with AK-47s, machine guns, and even an RPG rocket. They were obviously mercenaries from abroad. “You people… Grim Reaper Mercenaries?” Andrius saw the scythe emblem on their chests, and his eyes turned cold.

“Who are you?” The man stopped near the bottom of the stairs. “Director Adrian Mercer.” Mercer. The name meant nothing to me. But Lucien physically flinched. And Cameron ... Cameron went still in a way that made my wolf uneasy. Not because he recognized the man. Because he recognized the title. Director. Not Commander. Not Council member. Not even a general or something like that. He was something above standard military structure. Mercer folded his hands behind his back almost casually. “I oversaw the Blackridge behavioral adaptation initiative during the border wars.”