What True Men are going to fight is an anti-government guerrilla with national liberation.
Unlike the anti-government forces of the last non-approved state, they are extremely malicious terrorists and repeat looters. I am drunk and rampant about what to do as long as I do what is righteous. Besides inciting hatred within soldiers killed by government forces, tailoring them to militias and even encouraging suicide bombings.
In order to secure funding for their activities, they are deeply connected to the Mafia and collaborate in Mafia businesses such as drug manufacturing and sales, organ trafficking and human trafficking. Sometimes we do those jobs together, sometimes we do escorts.
I honestly feel true that everything I do is extremely evil and outrageous when it helps. Killing doesn't make you feel any guilt. The truth by this time was I wasn't used to murder yet.
It's not just about attacking enemies, it's about recapturing the villagers they've been exposed to, but if they were used for organ trafficking, that's not good either. They take people for human trafficking or organ trafficking.
Day three of walking through the jungle. Much closer to the destination, the anomaly occurred.
The sun had already fallen, but the mercenaries did not set up camp. Because of the proximity of the anti-government guerrilla supply base, when you continue to board and carry out night raids, your new home has decided. But in the sky in the direction of its destination, countless light spheres can be seen. It's a flare.
"They found us?
Johnny makes a slightly nervous voice.
"It's a long way from it. We're probably irrelevant."
And, Simon.
One of these days the gunfire continued to sound and I saw a muzzle flash from two places. Where we're about to go, there's a shootout going on.
"You mean you're dealing with another force?
"Probably a regular army. I don't know why I'm here..."
"I don't know if the operation is working well together. I don't know."
Mercenaries whisper.
"You want to go to the rescue?
Simon confirms to his new home.
"I'm not calling for help, and if I'm calling for help, I have that signal. In the meantime, let's sneak up on a place that's not going to be found and don't get too close."
That's what I said, my new home walks out first, and they all follow.
"But you've been ruined. Now Operation Surprise is your grandfather."
On the move, Li Lei says with a reluctant face.
"No, we can still ambush. They'll be wary, but the enemy's eyes are being nailed by the people fighting them now. If poking surprises is a surprise, you have a good chance to poke surprises."
Lei denies what Li said and his new home laughs invincibly in the dark.
"Please, use safety precautions."
Lei laughs sarcastically.
"I knew it was a separate unit of the Regular Army."
While making a big detour around the battlefield, confirm the soldiers who are fighting the supply base, and Simon mutters.
"Aren't you going to add up?
"It's been looking good for a while. If the Regular Army's Separate Task Force prevails, I'm going to step up."
To Simon's confirmation, the new home answers without stopping the moving leg.
"If a separate team is going to lose, I'll keep my eyes peeled. We shouldn't be listening to separate teams. I don't need your help."
A new home that sounds grumpy. The new home understood what it meant for a separate team to be on the spot and start the fight.
"Let's just say we didn't make it. They were going to kill us. Otherwise, there's no way you won't be informed of the existence of a separate task force."
"This pattern again?"
Charles laughs. I'm already used to being treated this way, so many mercenaries, not just Charles, showed up in their true eyes, as they give up more than angry.
"I must have arrived first due to some mistake and got my tits stuck. It's a stupid story."
Simon laughs creepy. Everyone felt that the heavenly punishment had fallen on the jokes who tried to hook others up - that was the story.
"So. If the other team loses, it's just a little while after the battle, the tension is broken and I'm just relaxed, and I'm going to ambush you."
"You want us to show off our shitty allies and give you a hand? Ha, that's great."
Johnny was also spreading a pleasant grin when he heard about his new home policy. I really felt the same way.
"Honestly, I don't even think that's an ally. If you don't like it, I'll help you. If you've been ordered to play a role in the game in advance, that's fine. But at the time you tried to use it without letting us know anything, you're an unforgivable dickhead who hasn't done the least. We don't have to ask them to do that. You can say you arrived at the end of the battle. They didn't tell me about the other team, and they didn't blame me."
When I heard the words of my new home, which seeps in quiet anger and speaks, both true and Johnny, I mostly reviewed this man at this time.
Simon screams and everyone's legs stop reflexively, turning back.
A black drone is flying through the trees.
"A surveillance drone? This is where the Regular Army's detachment found him."
New home says.
"You can fly cleverly without hitting a tree in a forest like this. And in this darkness."
Johnny squeaks, eyeing a slow flying drone.
"I guess it also has a dark vision camera. I mean, this isn't as easy as terrorists can make it. So there's a lot of technicians involved."
That's what the new home decided.
"I mean, besides drones, there's a good chance something nasty will come up. You don't know what's gonna happen, so pull yourself together. Especially the two newcomers there, look at the surrounding terrain every time you move, your movements and those of your enemies, simulate and move. And don't forget to calm down, and keep your head fully spinning so that you can move ad hoc even in situations of aggressiveness that you couldn't simulate."
Professed into his new home in a quiet tone, True and Johnny nodded.
"If it had infrared features, it would be pointless to hide like this. I hope it doesn't work."
"Oh, that's a bad bet."
Lei Li and his new home say respectively.
"Drones are pretty tightly regulated now, aren't they?"
Andrew opens his mouth.
"Oh. Drone's tightened regulation around the world is not due to Grimm Penis scientific elimination. Because this is how they are easily used by terrorists. Besides, if you have the knowledge, it's a home center ingredient, and you can even make it inexpensive. Battle creatures are inexpensive, but not everyone can make them."
The new home explains.
With drone detectors, drone automatic tracking electric shock nets, jamming waves, etc., drones can be handled easily, but they have to carry those devices, and if they are stuck by accident, they are dangerous. And even if it's easy to deal with it, it takes a lot of work to deal with it for the drone to be around.
Above all, the scary thing is that terrorism and assassination are really easy when drones perform better, miniaturize, expand their radio range, and allow them to be equipped with a number of complex features. That's why the new home is right, the drones are tighter regulated.
Until now, the scattered, assassination by bombing using assault drones, such as the United States, has eaten the retaliation in the same way, and senior government officials and politicians have also been assassinated, so now we have to focus on anti-drone techniques, legal development and public relations activities.
As a result, drone control is now more advantageous than drone control at the end of the strawberry that was there. But still, the drone has not been completely powerless, nor has it completely disappeared from the battlefield.
"But these guys will be for surveillance, so there's going to be others. Are you going to stick to the surprise attack?
Simon asks for his new home. As far as the current situation was concerned, as Simon, it seemed better to abandon the policy of asking for an opportunity for surprise raids in the position of ambush and cut it to a complete assault.
"Like I said, don't wait till the patch is over. Wait until a separate squad loses. If separate teams are likely to win, join the fight where they are likely to win. It will remain this policy. You will have fulfilled your duties. If they're going to say anything later, I have an idea."
and a new home.
"Think about it, you're just crazy-creaming and calling the shit out of you, as usual"
Simon points out with a smile on his face. I didn't deny my new home in particular.
Even then, the mercenaries moved carefully to the surveillance clone and finally reached the side of the supply base.
"Hey, look at that."
Looking in the direction Simon pointed, a beast resembling many cats appeared in the place where the trees broke open, rushing towards the Regular Army Separate Task Force.
Small Battle Creature.
"Whatever it is, I've never seen it before."
"You're small, that battle creature. Is it new?"
"It's called a drone, it's called this battle creature, and maybe both of these guerrillas are aided by some kind of weapons-smuggling organization. Or did you join hands with a Mad Scientist?"
The mercenaries look at the little beast and talk.
After a while, in the presence of a separate task force, there continued to be many explosions. Battle Creature must have blown himself up near the regular army.
Eventually the gunfire stopped. I can't see the muzzle flash from where the separate squad is. From the supply base there is a cheer to celebrate victory. The fight ended with an anti-government guerrilla victory.
"Are you so weak in the regular army here?
True asked by accident. At least not as good as the mercenaries.
"Compared to mercenaries who cross battlefields and trample on places, the armies of roughly any country are not inferior. Don't insult me. Don't have such thoughtless consciousness that we're up there. Alert and Chronic are the biggest enemies."
While Simon answers, he also stabs the nail.
"All right, then it's our turn. You can win. You're going to hell with the people you care about."
The new home declared with a demonic grin spread, and the mercenaries had an invincible grin.