386: Chapter 384: The Annoying Rainforest 386: Chapter 384: The Annoying Rainforest Gao Yang’s response took Little Donnie by surprise.
After a moment of silence, Little Donnie asked in amazement, “Where did you get this information?”
Gao Yang was also startled and said, “No way?
Are you telling me the mission you’re talking about is really in Colombia?”
“Yes, Colombia, Gao, where did you get the news?
Is it possible that the employer who issued this mission intends to have multiple mercenary groups compete to complete it?
It would be offending too many people to invite others after inviting us.
An employer wouldn’t do that unless they were an idiot.”
Gao Yang said urgently, “Wait, wait, what do you mean?
“It’s , an Italian, Justin—he’s an intelligence broker and war-monger who knows my father and is aware that I’m an agent for the Satan Mercenary Corps.
So he came to me, saying he has a client who hopes to invite you to complete a task for ten million dollars.
Brother, you have to know that your group has been featured in Mercenary Magazine; you’re a hot mercenary group now.
It’s quite normal for someone to approach you proactively.
However, if the employer wishes to invite us, they wouldn’t spread the news everywhere.
At least they wouldn’t spread it before we turn them down.”
After a moment of contemplation, Gao Yang said, “I think someone must be lying.
As far as I know, the Colombian employer hasn’t specifically invited any mercenary group.
It’s a mission that anyone can take on—the only requirement is to get paid after completing the task.
So, I think that Justin lied to you, hmm, that Justin—if we accept his mission, what price do we have to pay?”
Little Donnie said in a displeased tone, “That bastard Justin demands a five percent agency fee, which is half a million dollars.
I think that guy definitely wants to have his cake and eat it too, taking money from us and then from the employer as well.”
As Gao Yang and Little Donnie were on the phone call, Uriyangko suddenly said, “Gao, are you talking about Justin, that Italian Justin?
Full name Justin Tullius Cicero, that well-known intelligence broker?”
After repeating Uriyangko’s question, Little Donnie immediately confirmed, “Yes, that’s him, Justin Tullius Cicero.”
Having received a definitive answer, Gao Yang said to Uriyangko, “Yes, it’s the same person you mentioned.
What about him, do you know him?”
Uriyangko shrugged his shoulders and said, “In our line of work, as well as yours, anyone who’s a bit upmarket should know the guy.
Yes, I not only know Justin, but I’ve also dealt with him on many occasions.
Generally speaking, he’s indeed well-connected; he can get a lot of valuable intelligence.
However, his greed is as infamous as his ability.
No need to elaborate, he surely wants to take advantage of both sides again.
It’s his usual tactic.”
Gao Yang nodded and then said over the phone to Little Donnie, “Reject that Justin.
I haven’t decided whether to take on this business yet, and besides, we have another way to take on this business, so there’s no need to give him a commission of five hundred thousand dollars.”
Little Donnie replied gravely, “Alright, I’ll turn him down.
If we have another way to take on this business, we have absolutely no reason to give Justin half a million dollars.
Just to confirm, are we talking about the same mission?”
Gao Yang was taken aback by Little Donnie’s question.
Indeed, even though both missions were in Colombia for the same price of ten million, that didn’t guarantee they were the same mission.
After a brief contemplation, Gao Yang said in a deeper voice, “What I know is that a drug lord in the northwestern region of Colombia wants to recapture his territory and access to the sea, so he’s offering ten million dollars to hire mercenaries.
I don’t know much about the specifics.
You can ask that Justin to see if his details match what I’ve said.
If it’s the same, then it’s the same mission.
If not, we can see which one is less difficult and take that one—ah, I mean, after we decide to go to Colombia.”
After giving instructions to Little Donnie and hanging up the phone, Gao Yang said to Uriyangko, “I feel like I have to go to Colombia now, everyone is recommending missions there for me; it’s too much of a coincidence.
I’ve decided to start preparing in advance, regardless of whether I ultimately go to Colombia or not.”
After pondering for a moment, Uriyangko replied in a serious tone, “It’s up to you to go or not, but I think you need to make a decision quickly.
Now that Justin has this information, he’ll soon find a mercenary group willing to take on this job.
For mercenaries, opportunities to earn big money are not plentiful.
A mission that pays ten million at once is definitely considered high-paying; such missions are encounters of luck, not something you can seek out.
Gao Yang chuckled bitterly and said, “If it’s like that, then you might as well help me gather more information.
I’ll contact my people tonight to see what they think.
If everyone agrees, then we should take on this mission.
Ten million dollars is indeed a rare opportunity.”
Uriyangko nodded and responded, “Exactly, very rare.
We can get to Djibouti by tomorrow; I’ll urge my colleague to arrange for Tommy to get there as quickly as possible.
That way, you can go to Colombia with a good marksman.”
Gao Yang sighed and said, “Going to fight in the tropical rainforest, we’ll have to change equipment, and it would be best to find someone familiar with jungle warfare.
Let’s see, anyway, after we get to Djibouti tomorrow, we’ll make a decision.
Personally, though, I really, really don’t want to go to Colombia.”
Uriyangko, puzzled, asked, “Why not?
Why aren’t you willing to take on a big job?
Just because you don’t want to get involved with the drug lords?”
Gao Yang shook his head and said, “Not just that, at least not entirely.
I just don’t want to fight in the rainforest.
I’m super averse to rainforests—so stuffy, so hot, and the humid weather keeps you constantly damp.
Moreover, I’m a marksman, or call me a sniper if you will.
In a rainforest where visibility is only a few meters, I feel very insecure.
Not to mention the various insects, the snakes, and all the plants that make you feel uncomfortable.
F**k, I hate rainforests.”
Uriyangko unconsciously touched his arm and nodded in agreement, saying, “I’ve been to the rainforest, and as a Russian, I completely agree with your assessment that the rainforest is hell.
But hang in there; money isn’t that easy to earn, buddy.” (To be continued.
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