usatvline Chapter 57 Return Chapter
Chapter 57 Return Chapter
Yuri didn't even bother to stand up. He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground and gestured with his chin toward the top of the container.
"He's up there."
Wolf was startled and looked up, following Yuri's gaze.
At the edge of the container, a thin figure wearing a tattered infrared-proof ghillie suit slowly stood up.
Lu Ye remained expressionless, tossing the SVCh sniper rifle, equipped with a dual-mode tandem scope, behind him with one hand.
He glanced down, then grabbed the edge latch of the container, leaped up, and slid down the side of the container, his military boots scraping against the metal.
With a soft "thump," Lu Ye landed steadily, standing less than three meters in front of Vorov.
Wolf's smile froze instantly.
He stared in astonishment at the young man he had regarded as cannon fodder.
Lu Ye had no gunshot wounds, only some damage to his tactical uniform.
What made Vorov most uneasy was the way the young man looked at him.
Cold and calm, like a lone wolf.
Wolf's pupils contracted.
A hint of ruthlessness and killing intent flashed in Vorov's eyes. For a moment, he even wanted to order his men behind him to open fire and kill him outright.
But when he saw that Yuri and his men were sitting down, but the safety on all their rifles was off and their fingers were still on the trigger guards, he forcefully suppressed his impulse.
Immediately afterwards, Wolf's gaze passed over Lu Ye and fell on the two rows of intact steel containers behind them.
The thought that it contained six million dollars worth of NATO military aid replaced his initial ruthlessness with greed.
"Good, good, good! It's good that you're not dead!" Wolf's fat face squeezed out a bright smile as he kept clapping his hands.
Yuri coldly watched Vorov's expression change almost instantly, then tapped the metal container next to him.
"Major, now that the cargo has been saved, shouldn't you have your medic come over and treat our wounds? Our men need anti-inflammatory drugs and suture equipment."
"Of course! Of course!" Vorov turned around without hesitation and roared at the infantry behind him, "Get the medic over here! Now! And quickly!"
After shouting, he turned around and looked at Yuri, Lu Ye, and the others with a big smile: "Brothers, take a short rest. The heavy lifting of moving the goods will be handled by my men!"
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8:00 AM, Camp 17.
The six members of the Black Scythe Squad were housed in a separate medical tent.
Their injuries underwent simple cleaning, suturing, and bandaging.
Apart from Lu Ye, the other five people were almost all wrapped in thick bandages to stop the bleeding.
The tent flap was lifted, and Major Vorov strode in.
"Yuri, good news." Wolf's smile seemed more genuine than before. "As per your request, I have made contact with the Undertaker's leadership via military satellite frequency."
"The higher command has issued orders for you to immediately proceed to the Morozovsk rest camp for comprehensive treatment and recuperation."
Yuri was leaning against his cot, having the medic tie a suturing knot in the wound on his thigh.
He waved for the medic to leave, then nodded: "Major, when will our profits arrive?"
Wolf glanced at the other five men and said to Yuri, "Let's talk outside!"
Yuri nodded, signaling everyone to calm down, and then limped out of the tent with Vorov.
After walking some distance, Yuri said, "Let's stop here!"
"Three days at most," Wolf glanced around and answered crisply.
"I have arranged for trucks to transport that batch of high-value NATO military aid supplies overnight to the receiving point of the rear theater command."
"Once the handover is complete and the funds are laundered into overseas accounts, your share will be transferred immediately."
Yuri hummed in agreement and continued, "Approximately when do we set off?"
"In about two hours, an Aerospace Force Mi-8 transport helicopter will come to pick you up." Vorov took out a cigar from his breast pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"Yuri, I must say, you guys really hit the jackpot this time." Wolf exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"Based on the initial inventory just now, the total estimated value of the night vision goggles, special communication modules, NLAW missiles, and high-precision sniper rifles in those eight containers exceeds seven million US dollars."
Yuri said calmly, "That's what we earned through our hard work, and it's what we deserve."
Vorov paused, his fingers holding the cigar, and said with a forced smile, "Yuri, as per our previous agreement, you did not completely destroy the heavy machine gun positions on the north side of Kalinovka."
"In accordance with the spirit of the contract, I have every right to deduct five percent of your profits."
Yuri's eyes instantly turned cold: "Major, first of all, it was because the intelligence you provided was wrong. The enemy's patrol route changed, preventing us from going to the north. This is not our fault."
"Secondly, I believe you have already verified this after entering the battlefield: their supreme commander was killed by us, and the entire command system of Kalinovka was paralyzed. This alone is enough to offset the so-called breach of contract."
"Not to mention, we single-handedly withstood two waves of fierce attacks from their elite assault teams on the south flank, exceeding our mission of holding back the enemy's main force. If it weren't for us, your armored company would have suffered heavy casualties tonight!"
After hearing this, Vorov suddenly burst into laughter and waved his hand, "Don't get excited, Yuri, I was just joking. Of course I know your value."
The laughter subsided, and Vorov's expression changed. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "Yuri, I can personally give up that five percent of the profits, which will go directly into your account."
"But I have one condition: let that Chinese guy stay!"
Yuri glanced at Wolf and sneered, "Is this the real reason you came all this way? I disagree."
"Yuri, have you thought this through?" Wolford frowned. "A five percent profit, at a total price of seven million, is almost thirty-five hundred thousand dollars!"
"Besides, this money is being given to you directly and privately, without going through the Undertaker's higher-ups' cut. Three hundred and fifty thousand for a new recruit, aren't you satisfied?"
"Major, this isn't about money. No way," Yuri replied decisively.
"I have submitted an application to the Undertaker's higher-ups, and Lu Ye is now an official member of the Black Scythe Squad."
Upon hearing this, Wolf's face darkened completely.
He tightened his grip on the cigar, remained silent for a full half minute, and finally gritted his teeth: "Ten percent! I'll give you seven hundred thousand! Yuri, this is my bottom line!"
"Still not good, Major." Yuri's eyes were fixed on Vorov, and he suddenly asked, "Major, are you so obsessed with Lu Ye because you think he's a rare sniping genius and you're unwilling to give him up...?"
Yuri paused, his tone becoming extremely serious: "Or are you afraid of something? Afraid that one day he'll be hundreds of meters away, aiming his sights at your head?"
Wolf's face stiffened abruptly, and the hand holding the cigar visibly trembled.
But soon, he chuckled dryly, threw his cigar on the ground, and stomped on it a few times: "Yuri, you're really joking."
"Of course I think he has potential. I haven't seen many young men with such sniping talent in my military career."
Wolf patted his stomach, flicked away the cigarette ash that had fallen on his uniform, and said with a glint in his eyes, "Since he's already a full member of your team, then let it go."
"The helicopter will arrive in less than two hours. I need to contact the middleman to report on the cargo's status. I won't disturb your rest any longer."
After saying that, Vorov turned and walked towards his command room.