"it's a pity……"

Using my last bit of strength, I reluctantly leaned against a broken wall. Looking at the rising sun on the distant horizon, I sighed helplessly, and raised my arms that had not completely lost my intuition.

Gritting his teeth, he shakily took out a pack of cigarette boxes that had been squeezed out of shape from the pocket of his jacket that was soaked in blood, and barely held a still intact cigarette in his mouth.

I didn't intend to light it, because my lighter was thrown into a room full of flammable gas as a "detonator" in the battle just now and was destroyed, and my lungs were pierced by several bullets and I was unable to do anything.

The behavior of smoking and the behavior of holding a cigarette at this moment is just a habit that is difficult to quit.

As the only "surviving" combatant in this battle, I don't expect to be treated in time. The wounds all over my body are bleeding all the time, and I don't think I can survive until I am discovered by the rescue team.

And now I can no longer feel my body temperature and pain, and my consciousness and memory are also a little confused, but for some reason my thoughts are extremely active.

"it's a pity……"

At this moment, I suddenly didn't know what I was regretting. Everything in my blurred vision was as unpleasant as a slow-rolling film. I tried to move my perspective and looked to the side, and what came into view was

A burning mansion.

For a country that is experiencing armed civil strife, such a mansion is really not a good place to live. It is too conspicuous and not strong enough. I don’t have any special views on this country, and the cause of the civil strife is just a long-standing backlog.

The inevitable result of the sudden outbreak of ideological conflicts. Of course, the trigger for the outbreak is also the behind-the-scene interference of foreign powers. In the Eastern Europe region that has now fallen into chaos, such things are a common occurrence in various regions. There is nothing wrong with it.

There is no absolute right or wrong between justice and evil. The entire area is just a chessboard for the game between great powers. It is also an ideal workplace for mercenaries from all over the world.

It was really a beautiful mansion, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by me. Looking at the messy garden, I began to slowly recall the experience just now.

This was originally just a seemingly ordinary escort mission. I was hired by the remaining government organizations in this country. The mission was to protect the safety of a politician and his family until the arrival of the rescue helicopter. I am very grateful to the other members of the team.

There are more than a dozen mercenaries who are not very familiar, but judging from the information, they are experienced elites, and the enemies are just a few old men in their fifties, and the pay is very generous, so it is an easy job no matter how you look at it.

At least that's what I thought before coming here.

I turned my head again to look at the rising sun in the distance, and laughed a few times in my self-deprecating consciousness. Wasn’t the failure of this mission precisely the result of everyone holding similar thoughts?

Everyone was stunned when the old tanks and broken trucks dug out of the swamp rushed into the house. They looked at them wearing old-style military uniforms covered with medals, carrying bolt-action rifles and rusty submachine guns and shouting loudly.

During the scene of shouting a charge, I really had the illusion that I had arrived at the Military History Museum. The whole battle was going on very absurdly. The old men didn't care about life or death at all, and even launched multiple suicidal charges, while we, the group carrying

The morale of the mercenaries with modern automatic weapons has been very low due to various reasons. As a result, the mission completely failed in just one hour. The target person was killed by an old man wearing an old general's uniform with a self-destructive charge.

, in the remaining time we could only do our best to put the target person’s family on the helicopter and then start the retreat battle. I was the last and only mercenary to escape from the mansion alive, but I was also seriously injured and died soon after.

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"What a pity...I...haven't..."

I haven't lived the ideal and comfortable life yet! I finally remembered why I was so sorry.

Looking back on the 25 years of my life, I have never enjoyed a free and comfortable life. I was abandoned as an abandoned baby in a dilapidated monastery in a remote area of ​​Eastern Europe when I was born. What saved me was the only surviving member of the monastery.

The priest was an old nun in her 60s, and she regarded the entire monastery as an orphanage. There were many abandoned or homeless children like me living there. Until I was 10 years old, I would have thought

Under the protection of God, I would live an idyllic life without caring about worldly affairs with other friends and grandma. But I was wrong, God is so powerless in the mortal war.

In just one night, the monastery was ignited by sparks that jumped out from the battlefield. A group of defeated soldiers from an unknown force occupied the monastery and used it as a stronghold for training. We tried to resist, but the cost was the old nun and all the men.

The children were executed. At that time, I naively thought that God would come to save us, but my hard pleas did not move God. Instead, they attracted the violence of the group of soldiers. In order to survive, I killed one of them.

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That was the first time I came into contact with a firearm. The hot projectiles fired from the cold metal barrel easily penetrated the head of the bad guy who bullied me, and I felt an indescribable pleasure when I looked at the body collapsed on the ground.

The feeling filled my whole body. That night, I used three grenades to kill all the bad guys.

Since then, I have been hanging out on the edge of the battlefield with my other sisters, trading weapons and ammunition from the dead with others for living supplies. Of course, I don't care who my trading partner is or what kind of power he or she is.

If necessary, I will also attack the supply points of weak forces.

My purpose is simple, I need money and materials to support my sisters.

I don’t know if I was lucky or too bad, but I was caught by a group of heavily armed mercenaries during an attack on a small supply point. Only then did I know from their mouths that I had actually been targeted by them for a long time.

, because I once attacked their agent. As a mercenary company with some background, of course they couldn't bear to look at this. In order to regain their face, they prepared a trap and waited for me to come. But what happened next caught me off guard. They

Instead of executing me, they planned to recruit me. The mercenary captain who made me very angry said to me with disdain: "Childish and weak. If you want to survive, join my command, or let me waste a bullet and send it to you."

Go see God.”

I didn’t want to die, so I agreed. After that, I was thrown into a strange place for training. The content of the training was actually similar to what I had done in the past, but it was a little more professional and cruel. When I passed the assessment

Later, I met my sisters. They were protected by a mercenary company, and the boss of the company made a deal with me. I would work for their company for ten years in exchange for my sisters having legal status to live in a safe country.

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I signed the contract without hesitation, and everything has changed since then.

For ten years, I participated in many legal and illegal battles around the world. In the end, I survived and the company fulfilled its agreement to the letter. My sisters have their own lives in various countries, and some

We even got married and had children, but we no longer have any contact with each other and are completely strangers. This is my own choice and I don’t mind, because I have a new goal in life, which is to let myself live the ideal life.

I can live a comfortable life. For this, I still need money, a lot of money. In the following years, I did not renew my contract with the company, but traveled around the world as a free mercenary. Until last year, I finally settled in the Istria Peninsula.

Pula bought a house.

I like the warm coast, and the moist sea breeze will make me temporarily forget the smoke-filled battlefield, so I invested all my savings for that house and the qualification to enter there, and finally succeeded. But because of my many years of mercenary career, I

I relied too much on the companionship of firearms, so I gritted my teeth and borrowed a sum of money to build an underground arsenal to store the "partners" and trophies collected over the past ten years. For this reason, the budget exceeded the standard and I had to pick up weapons and return to the battlefield again.

The final result was that this unlucky mission unexpectedly encountered a group of desperate old men, which not only failed my mission but also cost my life. The result was that I would die alone on this turbulent battlefield.

"No...willing..."

It seemed that the time had come. I had no strength to make a sound and could not feel the presence of my hands and feet. My consciousness began to gradually leave. My eyes could no longer see the dazzling sun. There was only endless darkness in my eyes, and my thoughts were also gone.

It is gradually drifting away, but the last thing I miss is still the firearms in the arsenal.

Goodbye, my "partners" who share life and death.

Goodbye, the trophies I bought with my life.

Hopefully there will be chicken nuggets in the restaurants in hell…

And Coke...

besides……

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At the last moment when I lost consciousness, a very inconsistent sound suddenly came from the sky.
Chapter completed!