Mercenary's War

Justin hung up the phone, and Yarebin frowned, "From what I heard from your conversation, there seem to be some less than optimistic parts."

Cesare and Justin were speaking Italian, which Gao Yang couldn’t understand, but Yarebin could.

Justin also frowned and said, "Yes, the situation is not very optimistic. Cesare didn’t say anything specific. The biggest problem is that Cesare didn’t see Mario’s body. I’m a little uneasy about this, but Cesare says he is sure Mario is dead."

"Oh no."

Gao Yang covered his head with his hand, called out, and then slowly released his hands, saying to Justin, "This gives me a very bad feeling."

Gao Yang waved his hand with a helpless expression, "Coincidentally, I know a friend named Murphy, so I always tend to think of Murphy’s Law."

Justin sighed and said, "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong..."

Gao Yang shrugged and said, "Mario might not be dead, so he might really not be dead, no matter how ridiculous this idea is, and no matter how clumsy this conspiracy is if it is one."

Yarebin sighed and said, "There’s never a clumsy conspiracy in this world; as long as it’s a conspiracy, someone will always fall for it. The things you think are impossible always tend to become reality."

Justin said bitterly, "That’s right, we must admit this."

Gao Yang pinched his chin, frowned, and said, "If Mario is really not dead, if this is really a conspiracy, then how many mistakes have we made? First of all, Justin has called too many people, and if any of these people are loyal to Mario, then we are exposed."

Tarta said gloomily, "It also means we could be attacked at any time."

Gao Yang turned around and looked at Tarta, "We haven’t assessed how much truth is in Cesare’s words; in other words, is Cesare really one of us? F**k, this is why I prefer being a mercenary rather than a spy like you guys; just thinking about these things is making my head explode."

Justin rubbed his forehead and said, "The good news is that the phone I used in Germany has already been thrown away and destroyed. The bad news is I just spoke to Cesare with a new phone."

Yarebin shook his head and said, "I tend to believe Cesare is telling the truth because if this were a conspiracy between Cesare and Mario, then all we’d get is good news, not additional content to make us suspicious. But we must be wary of Cesare being tricked by Mario; in that case, we would really be in dangerous surroundings."

Tarta said, "So, quickly gear up. You don’t want us to still be loading bullets when a bunch of enemies arrive."

Justin quickly took out his phone, turned it off, and said, "No matter what, getting rid of this is the right choice."

Gao Yang rapidly loaded bullets into the magazine, dragged over the HK417, inserted the magazine, aimed the gun at a target not far away, and said, "No matter what, I have to adjust the sights first."

Justin said, holding his phone, "If we are being tracked, staying here would be very dangerous. I suggest leaving immediately, and what to do with this phone—smash it, throw it away, or put it in a car and drive around with it."

Gao Yang aimed at a tree, saying loudly, "No car will pass here, so my suggestion is to throw it far away. Letting the enemy know where we once were is fine, but letting them catch up to us is troublesome."

He fired a shot, the bullet missed the tree, and Gao Yang whispered, "F**k, is this how the KGB does things? This scope is rubbish, or they’ve never adjusted it."

Tarta angrily said, "Impossible, the KGB’s guns are definitely adjusted, this kind of rifle, zeroing at one hundred meters is no problem."

Gao Yang turned around and held up the gun, "You do it, I’ll try the sniper rifle."

Tarta shouted, "The sniper rifle zeroes at two hundred meters."

Gao Yang picked up the AWM and fired a shot after aiming at a two-hundred-meter zero, hitting the point he was aiming at accurately, and then shouted, "This one’s fine, but that one is definitely problematic."

Tarta fired a shot and then immediately angrily said, "Have these bastards fallen to the point of sending guns with unadjusted scopes to areas behind enemy lines where you can’t test-fire them? This is murder! Murder!"

The scope mounted on the HK417 was indeed not adjusted, and the one on the AWM was adjusted correctly.

It wasn’t that Gao Yang was picky, but once he got to the city area, he definitely wouldn’t have the opportunity to test-fire again and adjust the scope. Using a rifle with an unadjusted scope for precision shooting is nothing but suicide.

Tarta lost his earlier confidence, awkwardly returning the gun to Gao Yang, and said loudly, "Do it yourself; I’ll prepare my gun. Five minutes, five minutes later, we must leave."

Gao Yang and others were separated from the highway by a small hill. After driving off the road onto a dirt road for another ten minutes, they stopped between two low hills. There was no one around. If they wanted to test-fire guns, they had to hurry and do it here.

At this moment, Justin quickly ran up a small hill, shouting, "I’ll see if there’s anything mobile to take the phone away. If not, throwing it far away is always better."

Except for Yarebin and Justin, everyone else was preparing their weapons. Tarta holstered a pistol at his waist, fastened his belt, grabbed an MP5 submachine gun, fired a few shots, and his facial expression eased a little, saying, "At least the younger guys nowadays still have some principles when doing things. If these guns were unusable, I’d surely ask Baskov how he trains his men."

Gao Yang was still test-firing to adjust the scope, angrily saying, "It’s outrageous; this scope is still in factory settings, but I’m almost done here. I’ll be quick."

Sights can be quickly adjusted to a barely acceptable state, but Gao Yang likes to adjust them to become an extension of his eyes; it’s instant shooting upon sighting – not adjusting scope errors before shooting. So the scope can be used but is not satisfying or comfortable.

Gao Yang’s speed was indeed fast, controlling bullet dispersion within a hundred-meter range in an apple-sized area. This was the result of quick adjustment. For more accuracy, he would have to carefully make slight adjustments and test-fire, but Gao Yang didn’t have much time to waste. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yarebin checked his watch and shouted, "It’s been four minutes; don’t waste any more time. Prepare to leave immediately and call Justin back. We’re moving out."

Gao Yang put away his gun, was about to call Justin, when he saw Justin rolling and crawling down from the top of the small hill, shouting, "Helicopter! Helicopter! Several helicopters!"

Gao Yang slapped his leg with frustration and shouted, "Damn Murphy’s Law!"