Ace of the Dragon Division

Chapter 693 - Mr. R

Chapter 693: Mr. R (Part One)

– Land of Mercenaries –

A man in his thirties with a face covered in a beard was riding in a pickup truck.

The driver asked him, “If we bump into any bandits and robbers on the road, you better cooperate with me. By the way, do you have any friends in one of the mercenary corps?”

This western man said, “Yes, in the Continental Mercenaries.”

“The Continental Mercenaries? So do you have their tattoos? If you do, things would be much easier. The gang of robbers will not bother me, and I will charge you less for the ride. It’ll be just $10K and no less than that. You must understand that we’re risking our lives driving down this road to earn some money, a lot of people die here. I could try to greet the regular robbers, give them some bribes, and they’ll let us go. But if we meet those individual ones, then we would need more money.”

The man didn’t answer and asked the driver back, “Have you heard of the Deviant Mercenaries?”

“Deviant? Everyone here has heard of them! But it seems that they have disbanded and disappeared,” the driver said.

“Disappeared?” The man’s brows furrowed. “So have you heard any stories of this group of mercenaries? Are they strong?”

“Very strong!” The driver smacked his lips. “You know the military drill a while ago? The M Nation soldiers were wiped out! If it wasn’t for the Deviant Corp, the winter time on this land would have lasted much longer. So everyone still has a strong affection for the Deviant Corp, and oftentimes, the groups would get into fights but never involve the Deviant Corp Mercenaries, as a way to thank them. Of course, no one would want to mess with the Deviant Corp either, I heard that if you see one of their members in the wild, then you should stay away from them or else you’ll get yourself killed. By all means, in years I’ve been driving down this road, I’ve actually never seen a Deviant Mercenary.”

Man: “Do you recognize their symbol?”

The driver: “I don’t, and there’s no record of it at the mercenary union. Anyways, if you see any symbol you don’t recognize, just run away because it’s definitely the Deviant Corp’s symbol. We call this mercenary group here the Ghost Mercenaries.”

The man nodded.

“Alright, are you here at the Land of Mercenaries as a fugitive?” The driver continued saying, “Then you’ve come to the right place, a temporary government will be established soon, and by then you can become a citizen with a new identity, and you will no longer be a vagabond.”

The man looked away with both eyes aloof. “For me, a vagabond means more freedom. Nationality will give the insecure ones relief, but it would only shackle me.”

The driver was startled for a moment and he sighed. “Who would want to be wandering around if they could have an identity? They’ll just die without knowing who’s going to stand up for them.”

The man: “And so you think it’s safe to become a citizen in some country? When someone is trying to kill you, only money can settle it all whether it’s lawsuits or jail time. To be frank, money is everything in this world.”

The driver shook his head, and after he dropped the man off at the capital town owned by the Continental Mercenaries, he couldn’t help but say to the man, “There are many occasions where you’ve earned the money, but you don’t live to spend it all.”

The man laughed. “Like you, for example?”

Having said that, he took a gun out of his bag and shot the driver in the head!

Chapter 693: Mr. R (Part Two)

The driver was killed on the spot.

The man retrieved his gun as he looked at the dead body and said, “I wouldn’t give you $10K! I’d rather kill one more person if I can avoid paying any money!”

He said that as he headed into the city.

He arrived at the government office building where he saw a steady stream of residents who were going to go in and apply for jobs, and they seemed to have a high expectation for the new government.

An intent to kill flashed across the man’s eyes.

The recruitment event at the government building did not have strong security as he arrived at the back garden of the building effortlessly, and the security here became more strict. After all, it belonged to the soldiers, and was also where Kush’s office was.

However, this man went straight over to a soldier, grabbed him by the collar, and asked, “Where’s Kush?”

The soldiers around him immediately pointed their guns at him.

The man simply shouted out a name, “Snake!”

Kush’s body trembled at the sound of someone calling him by that name. This was his name when he was still a kid, and there was only one person who knew it, the mentor who had trained him!

Kush stood up after snapping the pen in halves and walked outside of the office.

In the hallway outside, Xu Cheng never left, as he was planning on guarding Kush until the new government was established successfully. So when he saw an intruder downstairs shouting an unfamiliar name and Kush coming right out, he knew that the person Kush feared was here.

Kush placed both hands on the handrail as he looked down at the stranger below, and the man had the exact same vibe as his mentor back then.

“Let him come up,” Kush said.

The man shrugged a soldier off and walked up the stairs.

When he passed by Xu Cheng in the hallway, he suddenly felt a powerful vibe and he turned to look at Xu Cheng’s back as if he was thinking about something.

He then withdrew his gaze as he walked into Kush’s office and sat down across from Kush.

He spoke directly, “You’ve broken the rules, Snake.”

Kush said, “I don’t know you, bring Mr. R to talk to me.”

“If you’re still grateful, you’d better do what he orders you to do, because you’ve broken the rules already.”

Kush: “Then what do I have to do to not break the rules? Over the years, I’ve generated a total of seventy to eighty billion dollars’ worth of profit for you. Is that not enough?”

The man: “Enough? What do you think? If it wasn’t for Mr. R, where would you be now? Everything he has now was what he earned from training you, do you think it’s enough?”

Kush narrowed his eyes. “So what do you want?”

The man said, “Stop establishing a new country, and hand over two-thirds of the crude oil and minerals in the Land of Mercenaries. Then you’ll be free.”

Kush became furious. “Then I will be betraying this country! What’s the difference between doing that and being a traitor?”

The man across the room looked at him indifferently without an expression; clearly there was no room for negotiation.

He suddenly asked Kush, “During all the past training and communications with you, you’ve never had such a hard attitude. Did your teeth grow back out or you’ve found someone who can back you up? You’ve been following Mr. R, so I assume you’ve found out the force behind him, right? I think you know what you’re dealing with, and of course, the higher-ups aren’t unreasonable, being kind enough to offer you a middle ground. You can establish a government, but you will need to fall sick and be replaced by one of our men in power. We will pay you a certain amount to leave the country, or you can choose to go into retirement within your own mercenary corp.”

Kush: “How much money will it be?”

The man: “One hundred million dollars!”

Kush burst out laughing and the sarcasm was obvious. “I made over seventy billion dollars for you guys, and you’re offering me a hundred million? It really is the capitalist way that you’re all greedy and forever unsatisfied.”

The man: “If you know how capitalists work, then you should know that offering you 100 million is more than enough.”

Kush asked him, “How should I address you?”

The man answered, “You can think of me as the new Mr. R!”

Outside, Xu Cheng who was smoking a cigarette chuckled when he heard the conversation. “So R indeed indicates a codename for their rankings.”