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Chapter 163, Section 162: My family really owns a mine, a huge gold mine!

Soon, Hideo Murakami realized how foolish his decision was. More than 100 members of the Japanese mafia rushed up, with the Polar Bear mercenary group mixed in among them, charging towards Yang Jun's direction.

Seeing the foreign devils and the Japanese soldiers moving out together, Yang Jun sneered and said:

"Alright, give them a good beating and make the name of the Wolf Warriors famous!"

The Wolf Warrior mercenary group, having rested and prepared, had set up three heavy machine guns, five light machine guns, and three rocket launchers on the mound.

Da da da da da.
Boom boom boom.
The Wolf Warrior mercenary group opened fire wildly, firing bullets as if they were free, shooting at any enemy that entered their range.

The results of the regular live-fire training are in: the individual combat skills of the Wolf Warrior mercenaries are excellent, and their marksmanship is almost perfect within 100 meters.

"Don't try to save me bullets, fire hard!"

Yang Jun always adheres to the principle of "firepower is king," maximizing firepower buffs when individual soldier skills are good.

The Japanese soldiers from the island nation fell in droves; they were all professional mercenaries, and it was their bad luck that they encountered the Wolf Warrior mercenary group.

"Baka! Their firepower is too strong, retreat!"

"I want to go home. I'll never come back to this godforsaken place, Congo!"

"Help! These people are monsters!"

The confidence these islanders had just regained from the rebels collapsed in an instant; in just a few minutes, they had suffered at least 20 casualties.

Seeing this, Jackson was so angry his stomach ached, and he immediately shouted:

"We can't retreat, or we'll all die!"

What a terrible teammate! I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates.

They cannot turn their backs to the enemy, otherwise it will turn into a massacre!

"Captain, something's wrong! These Chinese are mercenaries too, and their marksmanship is too good!"

"If we continue fighting, we're afraid we'll be completely wiped out!"

Their Polar Bear mercenary group used the islanders as cover, hiding behind them and sniping, killing several Chinese people on the other side, but their own losses were heavier.

Including the four brothers we just lost, the Polar Bear mercenary group has lost a total of 10 people, a heavy loss!
Jackson's eyes turned red, and he roared angrily:
"Fuck! Our brothers are all dead. If we're told to back down now, then our deaths will have been for nothing!"

"Go! Avenge our brothers!"

Jackson was clearly in a frenzy, willing to do anything to avenge his brothers!
On the other side, Yang Jun was using a sniper rifle to pick off enemies, firing one shot and moving to a different spot, taking down one enemy each time.

Tian Yangyi was stunned and asked Yang Jun through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, how many did you take down?"

"Six of you, how many?"

As Yang Jun spoke, he observed the Polar Bear Mercenary Group on the battlefield. He only fought mercenaries; the islanders were not worthy of his sniper rifle.

Six? Tian Yangyi didn't dare to speak; he had only taken down three.

He, Tian Yangyi, is a professional sniper, but in front of his boss Yang Jun, he becomes purely a salesman.

"33."

Tian Yangyi was too embarrassed to say it aloud; his face turned red. It was too shameful!
Yang Jun smiled upon hearing this and said to Tian Yangsheng:

"You did pretty well, you killed three."

It's not that you're too weak, it's that I'm too strong. I'm a super overpowered guy who's activated Gunfu!
Upon hearing this, Tian Yangyi felt a mix of emotions, thinking that he would definitely have to practice his marksmanship diligently when he got back.

Wu Sheng lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head, his heart pounding with panic!
Damn! I almost died just now; a bullet grazed my scalp.

Fighting is different from killing people. Ushiro was scared and had already chickened out.

Ahua said to Wusheng with a mixture of disappointment and frustration:
"I told you not to come, but you insisted on being stubborn. Everyone's just laughing at you now!"

Ahua raised his hand and killed a Japanese man, then cursed at his cousin, Usakawa.

"You want to rise to power? Just take down one of those islanders and you'll have a chance!"

"Let me tell you, the more afraid you are of dying on the battlefield, the easier it is for you to die. You're wearing a bulletproof vest, what are you afraid of!"

"Yes! I want to take over!" Usakawa roared, grabbing his M16 assault rifle and firing into the crowd, killing one of the Japanese.

"Brother Hua, I killed someone, haha!"

"You have to help me prove that I can take the position!"

Wu Sheng was very excited and shared the good news with A Hua. However, his joy turned to tragedy when he was shot in the shoulder and screamed in pain!
Seeing that more than half of the Japanese and the Polar Bear mercenary group had been killed or wounded, Yang Jun used a walkie-talkie to notify Tian Yangsheng.

"Tian Yangsheng, use our trump card!"

"Yes, boss!"

Jackson was hiding behind the islanders, firing sniper shots at the Wolf Warrior mercenary group, but then he noticed a problem.

"Damn it! They're all wearing bulletproof vests!"

Without a sniper rifle and a heavy machine gun, it's difficult to inflict damage on an opponent wearing body armor.

"Retreat secretly, without alerting the islanders."

Jackson finally came to terms with reality, letting the islanders serve as cannon fodder while he, the polar bear mercenaries, secretly slipped away.

Cursing their incompetent teammates, these mercenaries betrayed the Japanese without hesitation and were preparing to run away.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound appeared in the sky. Jackson was very familiar with this sound; it was the sound of a helicopter.

They also have a civilian helicopter, but it's at headquarters and wasn't brought to Africa.

Jackson looked up and saw two military helicopters hurtling towards them, their cannons roaring.

Da da da da da.
A 30mm cannon fired at the ground, and the person hit by it automatically disintegrated. This isn't a bullet; it's a cannon.

"Oh my god~ This is a military helicopter, we're doomed!"

"Damn it! Why do they have armed helicopters?"

Jackson was dumbfounded, because armed helicopters are not something everyone can have. Even the Democratic Republic of Congo doesn't have many armed helicopters. Each one is extremely expensive and there's no market for them.

Even if you have the money, you can't buy them. Their mercenary group doesn't have any armed helicopters either, and now two have appeared at once.

Armed helicopters are practically a game-changer against ground troops. Jackson had no defensive weapons and could only passively take the hits!

"Run! Back to camp! There's an anti-aircraft gun inside!"

Jack Rui was filled with regret. Why did he chase after them? There were still several heavy machine guns in the camp; there was no way he could have suffered such a crushing defeat!

Da da da da
Two helicopters pursued them, strafing the islanders with their machine guns, resulting in the deaths of most of them on the road.

Only a handful of 40 people managed to escape back to the camp. They lay prone behind their bunkers, their spirits broken.

"They're all dead! Everyone's dead! They're all demons!"

"I want to go home. I will never come back to the Democratic Republic of Congo in my life. This place is hell!"

The island nation's people are devastated. Wouldn't it be better for them to stay in Kobe, their island nation? Why do they have to come to this godforsaken place, the Democratic Republic of Congo, to suffer?

Murakami Hideyama was dumbfounded. They had originally gone out in a grand procession of more than 100 people, but only a small number of them returned.

"Call the police immediately and get the local troops to come as reinforcements!"

Murakami Hideyama panicked. He didn't care whether the regular army would take the opportunity to extort money from them. If this continued, they would be dead! After Jack returned, he immediately ordered the remaining team members to occupy the high machine gun positions and launch a counterattack against the pursuers behind them.

Three men operated the anti-aircraft machine gun and launched an attack on the helicopter in the air. Bullets rained down on the helicopter.

The helicopter made a 70-degree arc maneuver and fired its machine gun at the anti-aircraft gun, killing two mercenaries near the gun.

"Boss, the enemy camp has heavy firepower. If we force our way in, we'll suffer heavy losses!"

From the helicopter, Tian Yangsheng looked at the machine gunners positioned high up in the camp and reported to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun also noticed this situation and said through the walkie-talkie:
"Didn't we buy three tanks from Russia? We brought them with us to Congo this time."

This time, Yang Jun not only acquired two helicopters but also three T-80 tanks, since nobody cares about them in the Democratic Republic of Congo anyway.

Rumble.
The ground shook, and Jackson and the others looked at each other in confusion. What was going on? Had an earthquake occurred?
"Boss, look over there, it's tanks. They're driving tanks over."

Jackson's face darkened as he saw three ferocious tank behemoths charging toward the camp, followed by forty or fifty heavily armed soldiers.

"Fuck! They not only have helicopters, but also heavy tanks. This battle is hopeless!"

The remaining members of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group were all pale-faced. Having fought in war-torn areas for years, they were well aware of tanks and attack helicopters, two deadly weapons. When both appeared at the same time, they were doomed.

"I surrender, I'm not fighting anymore!"

"I'm not playing anymore. It's all about the money. Now I just want to go home."

The Polar Bear Mercenary Group has completely lost its morale. They were all fighting for money, and they had no beliefs to speak of!
So, as soon as one person surrendered, the rest would follow suit, putting down their weapons, squatting on the ground, and raising their hands.

"Boss, they've surrendered! They've raised the white flag!"

White flags were waving in the camp, which the soldiers behind the tanks could see clearly, so they reported the situation to Yang Jun.

They surrendered? Yang Jun was stunned. Were these ragtag people really that easy to defeat?
But thinking about it, it makes sense. These mercenaries and gangsters have outdated weapons, and the only ones with fighting power are the mercenaries. It's already quite impressive that they've lasted this long.

"Occupy the camp and imprison all the prisoners!"

Meanwhile, the Congolese rebels who had retreated earlier returned. They heard the gunfire behind them and decided to go back to try and pick up any remaining enemies.

"General, the islanders in the mining area have surrendered, and a group of Asians have taken over the camp!"

Kabila was dumbfounded. Just now, more than 300 of them couldn't take them down, but this group of Asians, less than 100 in number, rushed into the camp.
"Useless! What use are you to me? You can't even compare to these private militias!"

The officer felt wronged and said to Kabila:

"General, it's not that I'm incompetent, it's that our equipment is inadequate. I saw it clearly just now. These Asians have helicopters and tanks, which are much better than our junk."

Kabila's eyes lit up. The other side had military helicopters and tanks?
"General, should we rob them?"

The officer's eyes were fierce, and he spoke aggressively.

"What are you talking about? You think you can beat them?"

Kabila kicked the officer away with one kick. That idiot had dragged down the overall intelligence of his unit.

Kabila was speechless. These officers were all uneducated, and the overall level of education in the Democratic Republic of Congo was very low, with the average person not being very intelligent.

However, Kabila studied at a university in Europe, has a high IQ, is the son of a tribal chief, has a noble status, and has been a professional armed revolutionary for more than 20 years.

"Send someone to make contact with them, and be polite!"

"Yes, General!"

In the gold mine camp, Jack and the others lined up, their hands tied behind their backs, and knelt on the ground.

"Don't kill me, I've already surrendered!"

The Polar Bear Mercenary Group is down to six members; all the other members died in the previous battles.

Yang Jun walked behind them and pressed a pistol against the head of one of the mercenaries.

Where is the Polar Bear Mercenary Group's hideout? Please provide the exact coordinates.

The exact coordinates of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group's hideout?

The first person to have a gun pointed at his head was a young white man, around 25 or 26 years old, but he was breathing heavily and speaking in a trembling voice:

"I...I don't know, I was just following along."

boom.
Yang Jun decisively pulled the trigger, blowing the mercenary's head off with a single shot, too lazy to listen to his nonsense!
He pressed the gun against the next head, and as he watched his comrade die before his eyes, the burly, bearded man's eyes widened in fury as he roared:

"Fuck! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Bang! Another gunshot rang out. Since this kid is so eager to die, Yang Jun will definitely grant his wish!

These mercenaries were all men with blood on their hands; it wouldn't be unjust for them to die at Yang Jun's hands.

Before Yang Jun could even ask, the third mercenary immediately jumped in to answer. He had no choice; being slow to answer would be fatal.

"I can take you there. I don't know the coordinates, but I know the way!"

Yang Jun stopped and said coldly:

"Do you really know the way? There are serious consequences if you lie to me."

"I really know~"

The mercenary standing nearby broke out in a cold sweat and quickly added:
"I not only know the location, but also their troop deployment. I can tell you everything!"

"Very well, to save their lives, these people rolled up their sleeves," he said with a smile, handing the pistol to Tian Yangsheng beside him.

"Keep these two alive, and take the rest out and shoot them!"

"Yes, boss!"

Yang Jun completely ignored the wailing and howling of Jackson and the others. Jackson roared:

"I can also inform on others, and I can also negotiate!"

Jackson was speechless. He was the last one and thought it was a good spot, but the two guys ahead of him answered the question Yang Jun asked, so he was no longer of any use and was dragged out.

Too late! Yang Jun watched all this coldly. He could only blame the Polar Bear Mercenary Group for accepting the wrong mission and offending the wrong people.

Yang Jun's ruthlessness terrified Murakami Hideyama, who was standing nearby!
However, Murakami Hideyama also learned that Yang Jun had not come for him, but specifically to take revenge on the Polar Bear Mercenary Group.

Murakami Hideyama was filled with regret! He was so regretful that he never imagined that the mercenaries he hired would become a menace, attracting so many devils to his doorstep.

"Sir, I won't interfere in your personal feud. Could you please let me go?"

Yang Jun walked over, patted Murakami Hideyama's face, and said jokingly:
"Those islanders killed my brothers, and you're saying it has nothing to do with you? Weren't they your men?"

"It's a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding!"

Murakami Hideyama was on the verge of tears. He had initially thought that Yang Jun was in cahoots with the black rebels, but he never expected that Yang Jun was after the Polar Bear Mercenary Group.

At this moment, Ahua walked up and said to Yang Jun:

"Boss, this camp is in charge of a large gold mine nearby, with an annual output of 10 tons of gold."

Goodness, gold is measured in tons? According to the gold price on the Hong Kong futures market, one ton of gold is worth approximately over 100 million Hong Kong dollars.

A production value of over one billion Hong Kong dollars a year isn't that much!
However, gold is a hard currency and will continue to appreciate in value; owning a gold mine will also mean it will keep producing gold.

"Occupy the gold mine, and it will be our territory from now on."

Damn, I'm a guy with a mine in my family now, and it's a gold mine! Yang Jun was excited just thinking about it!
(End of this chapter)