Novel & Cerita Strange Adventures Of A Broke Mercenary

The ear-splitting music drowned out all the commotion they’d caused. As soon as she opened the club’s back door, the music suddenly stopped and police sirens blared loudly. Rose took off her wig and tossed it into the trash. Just a few steps from the club, the back door slammed open roughly again. “He’s almost dead, Rose.” Rose stopped in her tracks and turned around. A handsome, rugged man dressed in navy jeans and a black T-shirt approached her. Rose raised an eyebrow, folding her arms in indifference. “So?” “This is the fifth time. Eventually, they’ll get suspicious,” the man replied irritably. “Luckily, there’s ‘stuff’ in the front pocket of his pants and his gun is illegal. So Brad can

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

, I stumbled away from the beast, my legs shaking. The creature’s attention was torn between me and the figure above.Another spear flew through the air, striking the beast in the shoulder. It roared again, its massive body twisting in pain.“Over here!” the voice called, throwing down a rope.I grabbed the rope with trembling hands, wincing as the fibers bit into my injured palms. “Who are you?” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the beast’s growls.“Does it matter?” the voice replied. “Climb if you want to live!”The beast shook off its pain and turned its glowing eyes back to me.“Oh, come on!” I muttered, gripping the rope tightly. “Why can’t you just stay down?”The figure threw another s

And the owner of the faction they side with could offer a great reward for them to do something for them, but usually other than protecting the faction they’re living in during crisis or doing some favor for the faction head when asked or enticing with the reward, these lazy bum wouldn’t do anything to tire themself. “Hey, do you know anything about this expedition?” One of the guests' experts asked the mercenary who was standing near him. “No, Just heard that someone in the south had stirred some shit up and we need to fix it. As for the details? fuck it, It should be the usual of finding the problem then, killing the problem and getting our paycheck.” The mercenary answered boringly. “I mu

They were private mercenaries. One of the men on the deck raised a wide-barreled launcher. "RPG!" Cade screamed, diving flat onto the metal deck. Brecken didn't dive. His wolf took over in a fraction of a second. His body surged forward, his skin tearing through his jacket as his hands elongated into thick, furred paws with five-inch claws. He threw his full weight against the heavy iron cargo box bolted to the deck, snapping the rusted mounting bolts with a loud pop, and shoved the heavy iron crate into the path of the incoming rocket.

“I called her last night just to ask for money.” Frank did not utter any words and just went fast in front of Demir then he quickly crumpled his shirt because of what he heard from him. “That’s the only time I needed her help and I am sorry if I called your wife.” Demir swallowed and felt the tightness of Frank’s fist on his shirt. “I have no choice and we both know that I am already broke! Last night someone rob me at the street and those man worked together to hit and break some parts of my body.” Demir told them what happened with his eyes pinned on Frank.

But now he was trying to talk his way out of it, swearing he’d pay me back double of what he owed. Yeah, sure. Too bad for him, that didn’t change the fact that he was still broke. It was nothing personal, just business. He couldn’t pay, so we made him understand that in the usual way. A few broken ribs, snapped a few of his fingers, a broken nose and some bits of blood to set him up straight. I don’t think he’ll try that shit again anytime soon. Then came in the real fucker that got me leaving my office. The night should’ve just ended with Carter, but it didn’t. No, things only got worse when we found that damn spy.

The mercenary let out a weak chuckle, despite the pain wracking his body. "You can beat me all you want! I’m not saying a damn thing!" Arthur growled in frustration before slamming the man’s head against the cold pavement. A pained gasp tore from his lips. Arthur could feel his resistance crumbling—one more push, and he would crack. The mercenary’s breath came in ragged gasps. His swollen eye barely opened as he whispered, "I… I might know something…" Arthur leaned in, grip tightening on the man’s collar. "Then start talking!"

To conserve our rapidly dwindling ammunition, I had dropped my firearms twenty minutes ago, relying completely on my bare claws and brute, apex strength. A rogue mercenary tried to breach the cavern lip. I lunged forward, my hand snapping out to lock around his throat. With a savage, brutal twist, I crushed his windpipe with a sickening crack, hurling his lifeless, suffocating body backward into the bloody mud puddles below. "We hold this line!" I bellowed back to my men, my commanding voice booming off the cavern roof, desperately trying to anchor the rising tide of panic infecting my surviving warriors.

His fingers hovered over my wrist but never quite touched it. A sudden sharp heat pulsed through my chest, the same heat from the ceremony. I gasped, across the bondless emptiness… something answered; second heartbeat. I staggered back. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. The stranger’s jaw hardened. My mind reeled. “No… I felt it break.” “You felt the rejection,” he corrected softly. “Not the end.” I shook my head. “You’re wrong.” For the first time, his composure cracked slightly in concern.