Mercenaries: Global Rules of Survival

In the sky over the Balkan Peninsula, swarms of Tomahawk cruise missiles are roaring past. Lin Yuan shrank his head: Oh! Dear captain, the war has begun! Fighter jets flew from north to south across the Black Sea, but their futures were as bad as Aunt Susan's apple pie next door. Oh, God! In this case, in half an hour, the Adriatic Sea in Europe will be full of fragments of fate. The captain gritted his teeth: Oh! My dear mercenary comrade, what you describe is really poetic. If I hadn't been shot in the leg, I would have jumped up and ripped your mouth out! Lin Yuan: Wow, captain! Were you shot? Captain: fuckyou! Could it be that the dripping on my legs is ketchup? Lin Yuan: Call the doctor, call the doctor! The red building to the east, at the end of the bombed corridor on the sixth floor! The captain is injured! Captain: There is a three-kilometer fire line, and doctors can't get through. Where's your medical kit? Lin Yuan patted his butt: Hey, captain, guess what! I got shot too when I came over! … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.