The atmosphere is relaxed.

Gang members, killers, and professional soldiers have different mentalities when it comes to killing their own kind.

Gang members will feel fear, not of their actions of taking the lives of their own kind, but of the sanctions imposed by the law on their actions.

They will be chased by the police, and if they are caught accidentally, whether it is sent to the gallows or put in prison, it will not be a comfortable experience.

And this fear will stay with them for a long time.

Although the federal government has an effective prosecution period for cases, criminals who have already registered and issued arrest warrants are not among them.

The arrest warrant is valid at any time, as long as they accidentally expose their identities, they may face legal trials.

When a killer kills, he is calm, but after killing, he will feel empty, even a little uneasy.

Many people have been killed, and sometimes they will ask themselves, what is the meaning and value of killing and living.

This is a very complicated philosophical question, and even scholars who have been studying philosophy cannot answer it.

I'm used to seeing the same kind die in front of cold orders one by one. The whole society, the whole world, is cold, like a machine.

There is no tenderness, no warmth.

This is why sometimes killers are moved by a little thing, so stupid that they lose their lives.

What they long for is to break out of this environment and society, to redeem themselves, and to redeem others.

As for the military, with beliefs and motives, killing is like...an ordinary job.

You don't feel insecure, fearful, empty, or at best bored about your work.

But even if it's boring, when it's time to work, you still have to work.

As it is now.

The short man had already set up a sniper rifle on the commanding heights, and his job was to snipe and kill those who ran out of the village and tried to escape.

He was biting the gum, not nervous at all, just like he was during training.

Snipers are not under too much pressure in terms of killing. They don't need to face the fragmented corpses, they just need to watch the targets fall one after another in the scope.

As the action team sneaked in from outside the village, his work also began. He adjusted the parameters of the scope and aimed the crosshair at a person standing on the top of the building to watch...

The mission went well.

After all, Blackstone Security is a professional in this small-scale armed conflict. In less than an hour, all fifty-seven people in the village had died.

There are a few more people than in the information, and it seems that they should be villagers living in the local area. They may be innocent, but it is only possible, and the possibility is not high.

But these are not important, what is important is that the leader of this resistance organization is also dead.

A field team member squatted on the ground, put the leader's somewhat sunken head face up, and took a photo of his face.

He complained while filming, "You almost smashed his face, if his face is smashed by you, who knows how much we will be charged!"

This has happened, and more than once.

Not every time the target is so cooperative and waiting to be shot through the heart, they will hide, fight back, and run away.

It's not unheard of for people to get unlucky and get shot in the head with one shot at each other sometimes.

The broken head basically couldn't be put back together, even if it was put back together, it would be difficult to put it back into his original appearance.

Under such circumstances, the completion of the task will be "doubtful", and the company will deduct part of the remuneration as a punishment.

Although some employees complained about this, everyone still accepted it.

Moreover, the bullet does not smash the head every time, and most of the time it can still be recognized through the face.

The others dropped in the clearing the last of what they had collected of value from the village.

"Some gold nuggets, some cash, and some gems..."

In these rebel organizations in Ameria, gold and gems are the hard currency, and everyone is using these things as currency for transactions.

According to the company's regulations, when the value of the looted wealth is less than 1,000 yuan per person, they will share the wealth equally.

When the value is higher than the average of a thousand dollars per person, the operation team and the company divide the loot equally.

In fact, this regulation is mainly based on self-consciousness, but most employees are still very conscious, and small-scale actions basically never exceed 1,000 yuan per capita.

"Let's divide it up."

The seven people each picked up some, roughly divided them equally, and put them all in their pockets.

The next thing is to pack your things and leave.

The short man squatted and put his weapon into the weapon box. The sniper rifle was different from other weapons, and the accuracy requirements were very high.

So whenever the mission is over, it goes into the holster and goes into the weapons case.

After going back, it needs to be maintained so that there will be no deviation in the next mission.

Just as he lowered his head to lock the weapon box, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly made him turn his head and take a look.

It's a tall assault rifle.

The reason why he knew each other was because the gun had been modified. They were on duty together at Lynch's villa before, and they were very familiar with each other.

As soldiers and men, playing with guns is their common hobby.

He knew that the gun had been modified in several places, and even touched it.

When he raised his head in doubt, a cold object pressed against his head.

He slowly raised his hands, and stood up at the other party's gesture.

Both he and the tall man raised their hands, both of them looked confused.

He also said, "This joke is not funny at all!"

Faced with being pointed at by five people, even if he knew that these were his own people, he had to raise his hands to show that he was harmless.

With a livid face, he thought that when he returned, he must report to the internal affairs department that these people aimed their guns at his own people.

One of the commandos said about seven or eight seconds after he finished speaking, "You sacrificed in the mission, your family members can get high pensions, and the company's benefits are very good, you don't need to worry about them."

This sentence sounded like "the last words", which made the short man a little impatient, "What are you going to do?"

The commando looked at him, "You betrayed the company..."

In a word, everyone fell silent.

These five people are still field personnel on the surface, but they also belong to the internal "cleaning agency", and their main job is to clean up some traitors.

Now it can be said that the vast majority of people are toward the company in their hearts. Once the company collapses, it will involve the unemployment of tens of thousands of militants.

The Federation won the war, but it has no plans to continue to maintain the current size of the army. The Ministry of Defense and the military are planning to disarm.

The Air Force will abolish about 20 percent, which is the least part of the abolition.

Through the war, the military and the Ministry of National Defense have also become more clear about the context of the war. In addition to the navy not only not being abolished but also expanding, the army is also a "hardest hit area" for disarmament.

At present, there are about 2.2 million troops in the Federation, and these troops have become too bloated during the non-war period.

The military's plan is to reduce it to about 1.35 million to 1.5 million, which is equivalent to eliminating at least 700,000 to 800,000 troops at once.

At this time, if the Black Stone falls safely, these militants will not be recovered by the army, but will only flow to the society.

Letting them return to society can only create more potential risks!

So in any case, the internal affairs department needs and must keep the company afloat.

The number of the two people caught out this time was too small, and they directly threatened the safety of Mr. Lynch, otherwise the sergeant would tolerate them for a while, wait until seven or eight people were gathered, and let them perform the must-death mission.

Now that the number of people is small, we can only kill them directly.

However, considering that everyone was working together, their final fate was just like what the commandos said, sacrificed on duty.

Their families will enjoy enviable pensions and sacrificing family treatment. People will not know that they have done something to sell the company, and they will only remember them as heroes!

The short man kept swallowing his saliva, and he said with a little pleading, "I can explain..."

However, the people on the opposite side did not give them a chance to explain, a few shots were fired, and the two fell in front of them.

The five people collected their trophies together with their nameplates with a blank face, and these will be sent to their families.

They were then stripped of all their equipment, lying alone, photographed, recorded…

It was just nightfall in the Federation at this time, and Peleus took off his military uniform and put on civilian clothes.

He asked someone to pour him a glass of orange juice. The orange juice was not too sweet, but very sour. It was very rich in vitamins.

He can drink the fruit juice that can soften teeth when ordinary people drink it.

In front of him, an officer was reporting to work, "Our people are ready to sneak in for the second time, the location of the safe has been determined, and the unlocking process is very familiar."

"And this time it will be late at night, with stronger concealment and more time to find evidence."

Peleus nodded, "It's best to rehearse various emergencies first~lightnovelpub.net~ If you alarm him again this time, the evidence may be destroyed or transferred..."

In fact, he is very clear that it will only be transferred, not destroyed.

For these people, Peleus said that there was an unconfirmed news that Lynch had connections with hostile forces abroad.

And the proof is a letter.

It stands to reason that such a fake news cannot be taken seriously by people. If Lynch really has this letter, why not destroy it, but keep it?

Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?

However, the military intelligence agency's trust in Peleus made them believe this statement unconditionally, and Peleus's suggestion to find a way to steal the letter was also supported.

In fact, only he himself knows.

What he was looking for was not evidence of Lynch's connection with hostile forces abroad, but the "letter" to Lynch left by Mr. Truman!