Chapter 1272 Bring Back Dr. Chen

The black young man who took off his mask looked around in horror. Among the mercenaries, most of them had the same skin color as him.

The same skin color, but a different fate, which determines his life and death at any time.

The old man handed the phone to the black boy, and said softly, "Boy, repeat what you just said to me!"

The young man was overwhelmed with fright, so he had to repeat as he ordered: "The doctor is at St. Fran's Huazi Hospital."

The old man kept smiling, and waited for the words to be spoken to ensure that the other party could hear them clearly, then moved the phone away from the other party's ear.

"Did you hear that? We've done a great job, and the promised money can't be less!"

Speaking of this, he changed his voice: "Otherwise, the fate of these people may also become your fate..."

The black guy who just said the words was relieved, thinking that he could escape, a happy smile bloomed on his face.

puff……

However, the cockroach slashed across behind him, without giving him any chance to resist, and deprived him of his vitality.

bang bang bang...

Gunshots rang out, and several other people wearing masks were hit by bullets and fell into a pool of blood.

Light and darkness coexist in this world!

Perhaps, some people would rather die than submit to reveal the whereabouts of Dr. Chen, but there are also people who choose to compromise and betray when faced with the threat of death.

Regardless of whether this choice is wrong or right, no one can stand on the moral high ground and blame them.

It's just that they believed in the wrong person!

Papa mercenaries are the most notorious group in the world, without any bottom line.

After hanging up the phone, the old man didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, he opened the factory door, and a beam of sunlight poured in.

On the square outside, countless mercenary teams were lined up neatly, forming a square formation.

The bright red flag symbolizing the Red Scarf Army fluttered in the wind. Below the flag were a dozen majestic land tanks, shining cold and ferocious in the sunlight.

The old man smiled slightly, turned his head to look at his subordinate cockroach who was standing next to him showing murderous looks, and his voice revealed endless sternness.

"Tell Athena to bring me back alive! Except for Dr. Chen, the rest...not one."

...

St. Fran's Chinese-funded Hospital is a public welfare hospital with international resources.

Located in Tria, the capital of Burantia, the slums in the San Fran area to the east.

The location here is remote and the economy is backward. The residents of the nearby slums often don’t have enough to eat, and even many of their clothes are picked up from garbage dumps. They are extremely poor.

Such a place, no matter how much the Red Turban Army and the government army compete, it is impossible to choose it as a battlefield.

But just a few days ago, for unknown reasons, the entire San Fran area was occupied by the Red Scarf Army, and the base camp was placed in the hospital.

Fortunately, this place is backward, and the Red Scarf Army seems to know this too. There is no regular army involved, and the defense is slack on all sides, which originally gave Lu Yu and the fat boss an opportunity.

After sneaking in here, the two of them pried open a car parked on the street, and swaggered into the slums, as if they were in no one's land.

At the entrance of the street near San Fran Chinese-funded Hospital, the car stopped. There was a low tile-roofed house here, and it could be seen that the gate of the hospital was not far ahead.

The gate was guarded by two guards with guns, fully armed and wearing regular military uniform.

However, with a mask on his face, it is nondescript.

Lu Yu took a quick look and guessed that these guys, whether it was weapons or military uniforms, were all taken from the dead government soldiers.

Sitting in the car, Lu Yu looked around and found that there was a huge corpse pit not far from the car.

Surrounded by a few slum residents, their faces were full of longing, and they were touching the corpse, hoping to find something valuable or something to eat.

This slum was desolate and defeated as a whole. From the moment Lu Yu came in, he felt a dark cloud shrouded the sky above his head and lingered for a long time.

Whether it's the residents who look like walking corpses or the children who can't afford to wear clothes, everyone's face is full of longing, and they don't even let the corpses go.

Seeing this scene, how does one feel better?

The city of Tria, located more than ten kilometers away, is still considered a world-class city.

But the slums just a few streets away are heaven and hell, forming a stark contrast.

Perhaps, it is this extremely strong gap between the rich and the poor, the unfair distribution of social resources, and all kinds of undercurrents lurking in the shadows, and the accumulation of conflicts that have contributed to today's war storm.

Lu Yu let out a deep breath of turbidity in his chest, looked away, landed on the boss who was driving in the driver's seat, and stuffed the AK47 rifle in his hand to the other party.

"Can you use a gun?"

The boss took the gun while driving, and grinned to show his teeth yellowed by smoke: "Although I can't afford pork, I've seen pigs run away anyway, no problem!"

"Okay, here's the gun for you."

Lu Yu nodded: "I don't want you to help me kill, you just need to protect yourself... Also, wait for me here, don't turn off the car. You are a smart person, what should be done and what should not be done, no need Did I say it?"

"I know I know!"

The boss nodded like a chick pecking at rice, with a sly look in his eyes, and he sneered: "Brother, I can't run back to the port by myself, and I have to rely on you. I have to hold this thigh tighter!"

While speaking, he glanced at the hospital gate without a trace, swallowing saliva in fear.

"By the way, do you really want to go there? Uh... Forget it, if I didn't say anything, but give me the gun, what do you do?"

Lu Yu patted him hard on the shoulder, looked away, opened the door and jumped out of the car without saying anything.

The moment Lu Yu got off the station and stabilized, a highly accurate large-caliber sniper rifle seemed to appear out of thin air and was held in his hand.

The fat boss was so dumbstruck by this magic trick that he almost dropped his jaw.

Of course, Lu Yu would not foolishly hold a gun and rush to the gate of the hospital. That would undoubtedly be a door-to-door delivery of the head.

When he was driving on a parade just now, Lu Yu had already aimed at several gaps, kept them in mind, and now went straight to the route in memory.

The Red Scarf Army is a group of scattered rebels, an irregular combat team, most of whom have low military quality, and only relying on their bravery and advanced equipment support, they captured Tria like a broken bamboo.

Now, even this hospital, which they temporarily used as their base camp, has not been taken care of carefully, with flaws everywhere, and no defense system at all.

Facing such a defense full of loopholes, it was not difficult for Lu Yu to sneak in with Lu Yu's ability.

Watching Lu Yu disappear from sight, the fat boss's shrewd little eyes kept flickering, his Adam's apple rolled, and he quietly swallowed his saliva.

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, I couldn't help but grasp it firmly, as if I was making a certain decision...