Teenage Mercenary Chapter Novels & Stories

Being unable to get into contact with Bianca herself, the loan sharks decided to spam her relatives and classmates with messages that demanded she pay her debts. Bianca's image had done a complete 180. The way everyone treated her was akin to a rat that they wanted to exterminate the moment they laid eyes on it. "Did you get the messages too? Turns out that all of Bianca's money was borrowed from loan sharks!" "She's no heiress. I wasted my time being nice to her, thinking she would be able to give me a good job. All her claims of running her own business were just lies!" a male student exclaimed while glaring hatefully at Bianca.

I was already there, my boot coming down hard on his fingers until the bones popped. He was nothing but a yearling, a black scorpion mark inked crudely behind his ear—the sign of a rogue mercenary. His breath stank of cheap ale, his tunic drenched in sweat. I dropped my knee into his chest, the tip of my blade resting against his eyelid. “Who bought your claws?” I growled. The boy spat blood, his teeth bared in a defiant grin despite the terror in his scent. “Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.”

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.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

He was not in the Violet Manor, where he had friends everywhere to help him. At the thought of this, Xiao Chen was worried. Yesterday, he heard Yang Qing said that there were mercenaries in many places in Wastelands. Some of them worked for money. Some of them were outlaws, and some of them were retired from some major forces. The fighting capacity of these people was very high. As long as they could afford the money, they would be absolutely loyal. If they wanted to build their own forces, there would be a need to use these mercenaries in the early stage. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen paced back and forth in the yard. In the past, he never worried about money, but now he was in Wastelands

(Green mohawk hair Mercenary) The mercenaries were mocking all the vendor that were armed with mostly cleaver and hooks. “..you degenerate bastard!…Aeternum is generous enough to let you in and let you enjoy the peace and wealth…yet you repaid the kindness with contempt and devious act!!…We the lowly one?!….No!!..We are AETERNUMS!!!!..WE ARE FREE MAN!!!…and no one will ever look us like we were nothing ever again!!…No one…that’s means not even you guys!!…AARRGHHH!..”. (Old Mento)

Mane yawned and said. “Oh? How is becoming Chaos related to order?” Hildegarde questioned Mane. “What comes before order” Mane smiled and said? “Chaos. Oh I see” Hildegarde finally understood what Mane was saying. She finally got what he was trying to convey. Mane smiled at her and said, “I must become someone that would bring the natives of this world together. This book here says that there are several mercenaries and bandits roaming the world. There is disorder everywhere and chaos is the daily bread of the common people who have no power to defend themselves. Rape, pillage, murder, conquest – these things have ravaged the world and set it aflame. The seven deadly sins thrive in this envi

Chapter 85 The city had become a labyrinth of anticipation. Rain-soaked streets gleamed under fractured neon, casting distorted reflections across cracked pavement. Every alleyway, every rooftop, every abandoned building held the potential for movement, threat, or opportunity. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever: the mercenaries we had previously disoriented had regrouped, reinforced, and were now orchestrating a full-scale siege, moving in synchronized waves to overwhelm, isolate, and test our team.