Romans & histoires Teenage Mercenary Chapter

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

"Inject all the liquid plasma into the Zero-Point engines!" Sebastian stood up, grabbing his black tactical coat and throwing it over his broad shoulders. "Bring the ship to Condition-One combat readiness. And tell the mercenaries on the lower decks that their first paycheck is due." Sebastian stared out the viewport into the endless, pitch-black void, a dark, bloodthirsty smirk forming on his scarred face. "We are going to the home of the gods to snatch meat right out of the Reaper's hands." (End of Chapter 162)

"With my partner." "Understood. But if you ever need contracts, send word. I know other Alphas who could use your services." We left that morning, gold in hand, reputation building. On the journey home, Marcus was quiet. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "That you're building something. Maybe without realizing it." He looked at me. "A mercenary group. Fighters for hire. Loyal to each other, not to any pack." "Is that what this is?" "Could be. If you wanted it to be." He paused. "There are others like me, you know. Good fighters who've been cast out for stupid reasons. Who'd jump at the chance to belong somewhere again."

“Miss Tulip, you should have a channel to contact those large and medium-sized mercenary groups, right?” “I can indeed get in touch with some of them.” “I want you to help me send a message to those large and medium-sized mercenary groups.” “Mr. Lidell, please tell me more.” "In one week, Red Flame Mercenaries that I founded will set off to attack Dark Cape and take down the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Anyone who wants to come to help Red Flames can name their price. Plus, Tyrant will definitely die so I promise there would not be any unexpected harms,” David said seriously.

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”

He seemed like the youngest, probably still a teen. “Why did you step into my pack, young one?” He trembled, but managed to keep a brave face. “I've moved on.” H– how could she move on? How could she move on this easily?! Within a blink of an eye, I grabbed the teen mercenary, slit his throat, blood splashing on my face. His body thudded to the ground, blood escaping through his mouth. I dropped the dagger, picking up a sword. “Who sent you to Blackthorn?” I asked the other three, who were staring in disbelief and fear.

I tried calling but shut my lips almost immediately because he took his phone to his ear in an attempt to answer a phone call. "Tim, I want a favor from you," he said, simultaneously gesturing for a servant to walk towards him. When she got closer, he whispered, "Take her to a room please," Jax walked off to receive the call while I followed the servant upstairs, wondering if I had just made a life-threatening decision. I did this for my brother. I reminded myself of the only reason why I agreed to any of this. If I had known that it was going to be this deadly, I doubt that I would have backed out.

“Which way to the quarters that don’t have pixies or werewolves?” As a security officer nervously led him away, the rest of the team was left standing in the hall, staring at the spot where he had been. The air still felt colder. The chapter of their simple recruitment had just ended. A new one, filled with ancient demons, gray morality, and a boy who carried the weight of a paradox, had just begun. ---

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

In addition to exploring the portal, they also do various activities together, including becoming additional soldiers for the base when needed. "I'm sleepy," I whispered. Even so, I still forced myself to read the diary. One fact I found about Duna's death is... Nothing. This diary is more like a guidebook than a heartfelt diary. In this diary, Duna wrote that the mercenary card is different from the ID card. Only mercenary administrators with ranks R4 and R5 can enter the rooms and houses of fellow mercenary members with their R4-R5 card. Just like Oskar who often tresspassing Duna's room.