novelAbuy Chapter 60 Conflict
Chapter 60 Conflict
The bald man paused for a moment when he saw Yuri and his group, then a wide, exaggerated grin spread across his face as he spoke in a forced, insincere smile:
"Hey, isn't this the Black Scythe Squad?"
He looked Yuri up and down, examining the bloodstains on his thigh, Artyom's arm wrapped up like a dumpling, and Ruslan lying pale on the stretcher, and chuckled.
"How did you end up in such a sorry state? Did Kalinovka complete his mission? He's riddled with holes; he looks like he's seriously injured!"
Although gunfights are prohibited in the camp's safe zone, mercenaries never need to hide their temper.
Ruslan, who was lying on the stretcher, sat up straight and placed his right hand directly on the buckle of the holster on his thigh.
Roman and Artyom immediately changed their stance, standing with one foot in front of the other in a standard fighting ready position, their hands hovering above the hilts of the daggers on their tactical vests, their eyes fixed on the four people opposite them.
The four men opposite them were not to be outdone. They immediately stepped forward, placed their hands on the grips of the rifles hanging in front of their chests, and intentionally or unintentionally rubbed their thumbs against the safety levers.
The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Upon seeing this, the other wounded soldiers and nurses around the corridor quickened their pace to get out of the way.
Without any hesitation, Lu Ye took half a step forward and stood directly to Yuri's right diagonally in front of him.
The bald man's gaze lingered on Lu Ye's face for a second, then he raised an eyebrow:
"Oh ho, another one here? Is he a new recruit? Yuri, have you guys really sunk so low that you have to rely on rookies like this to make up the numbers?"
Yuri reached out and patted Lu Ye on the back, signaling him to relax.
He limped forward a couple of steps, staring directly at the bald man, his tone nonchalant.
"Of course it's done. Thanks for your concern, Borislav. Haha!"
The bald man, known as Borislav, snorted and retorted without any politeness, "Your injuries look pretty serious. Field hospitals aren't cheap."
"Don't let the money from the mission settlement not even cover your medical bills, you bunch of useless trash!"
Yuri wasn't angry at all; instead, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Medical expenses are indeed quite high. How about it, since we're in the same profession, could you lend me some?"
This remark effectively shut down Borislav's prepared barrage of sarcastic remarks.
Borislav's expression changed.
He stared intently at Yuri's composed face, then glanced at Roman and the others, who, though injured, looked disdainful.
His expression shifted several times before he lowered his voice and said, "Yuri, don't play dumb! That Russian major named Vorov isn't someone you can easily deal with!"
"He's insatiably greedy, a ruthless glutton. I don't believe you can squeeze much profit out of that miser!"
Yuri lightly brushed the dust off his clothes and smiled slightly:
"That's a trade secret, I can't tell you. And you don't need to worry about it! Haha!"
After saying that, Yuri instantly wiped the smile off his face, his eyes sharpened, and he took a step forward, almost touching Borislav's nose.
"Excuse me, a good dog doesn't block the way. Don't delay our treatment. Unless you want to break the camp rules here."
Borislav's facial muscles twitched violently.
He glanced up at the camp guards in the corner of the hall, then stepped aside to make way for them.
Yuri led the Black Scythe Squad through them with an air of nonchalance.
"What a fucking stingy guy, he won't even lend me a little money for medical expenses." Roman muttered loudly as he passed Borislav, then whistled loudly.
Artyom laughed even more exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, Roman, don't make things difficult for him. He probably can't even afford to go to that pink-themed brothel!"
Whistles and laughter echoed through the hospital lobby, and Yuri and the others were in high spirits.
Borislav stood there, his chest heaving, watching the Black Scythe Squad disappear into the depths of the corridor, and spat fiercely on the ground.
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Upon entering the emergency room of the main medical building, the military doctors immediately began to perform professional secondary debridement and treatment on the five individuals.
The treatment process in field hospitals is brutal and direct, completely lacking the warmth and care found in regular hospitals.
Two military doctors held Ruslan down on the hospital bed, injected a local anesthetic around his wound, and then used tweezers to search for shrapnel in his bloody, mangled muscle.
With a few clangs, blood-stained shrapnel was thrown into the iron plate.
Afterwards, the military doctor gently pressed and examined Ruslan's chest cavity with his hands, and then put on a military elastic chest band for restraint and fixation.
Ruslan bit down hard on a towel, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.
On the other side, the bandages on Roman and Yuri's thighs were torn off again.
After rinsing the wound with hydrogen peroxide, the military doctor squeezed military-grade rapid healing gel deep into the wound.
Artyom's knife wound had necrotic tissue removed and was treated with a strong anti-inflammatory powder.
Two hours later, all five people were bandaged up and moved to a six-person observation ward on the second floor.
Although the place is simple, with only a few iron bunk beds, it is quiet and private.
Since Lu Ye was new to the area and didn't have a fixed dormitory, he naturally stayed in the ward with the team.
He leaned against the only window in the ward, his gaze fixed on the patrol vehicles coming and going in the camp outside.
"Lu, do you know who those four mad dogs were?"
Yuri, lying on the hospital bed, broke the silence in the ward by speaking.
Lu Ye turned his head and shook his head: "I don't know. But it's obvious they hate us."
"They're the Grizzly Squad," Roman interjected with a sneer, lying on another bed. "A bunch of hyenas who only know how to steal food but don't have the guts to fight."
Yuri nodded, took out a cigarette, but didn't light it; he just held it to his nose and smelled it.
Then he explained the reasons to Lu Ye in detail:
"We and the Grizzlies were both competing with the Undertaker's higher-ups for the raid and containment mission in Kalinovka."
"This mission is rather special. The NATO military aid was intercepted by Major Vorov, and the Undertaker's high command took over the order and dispatched it."
"The higher-ups aren't stupid; they know this job is extremely lucrative, so they set a rule. Teams that want to take on this high-risk mission must promise to hand over a portion of the profits to the company's higher-ups after the mission is completed."
Yuri shifted to a more comfortable position, avoiding the wound on his leg, and continued, "At the time, the higher-ups told us to go and discuss the specific profit-sharing ratio with Vorov. No matter what we negotiated with Vorov, we still had to pay a fixed share to the higher-ups."
"Our team's bottom line was $100 million to be handed over to higher-ups after the mission was completed."
Yuri sneered: "When the news was announced later, we found out that the Grizzlies had offered $80. Of course, they also found out that we had offered $100 million."
"Everyone knows that Vorov is greedy by nature. They are not confident that they can get more out of Vorov. They are afraid that if they overstate their earnings, they will not only work for nothing, but also lose money."
"And I'm confident I can handle Vorov," Yuri said confidently. "So I offered a million and got the mission right away."
"Because the Grizzlies lost the bid, they not only lost the opportunity to make money, but also lost face in front of the company's senior management, which is why they hate us."