Seeing everyone frozen as if struck by a spell, Song Heping realized something was terribly wrong.
Grey Wolf came over, pulled Song Heping aside, and whispered, "Are you crazy?! Why did you bring Disaster Star back?"
"Disaster Star?"
Song Heping continued to be clueless.
"What Disaster Star?!"
"The guy behind you, Big Beard!" Grey Wolf said. "Isn't his name Umarov?"
Song Heping nodded repeatedly, "That's right."
Grey Wolf looked at Song Heping with despair, "Do you know his nickname? He's a celebrity in our Baghdad mercenary circles!"
Song Heping was utterly confused, "What's it? GOD?"
He thought, does it have to do with a nickname?
Grey Wolf's expression was as complicated as a trap mine, "His nickname is Disaster Star. Do you know why he's called that? This guy came to Baghdad and in less than three months, wiped out four mercenary groups, averaging one per month."
"Wiped out?"
"Yes," Grey Wolf said. "Whichever mercenary group he joined, various kinds of deaths followed. Roadside bomb deaths, ambush deaths, and the freaking strangest thing, the leader of the mercenary group he joins always ends up dead... So Disaster Star can't mix in the Baghdad mercenary circles anymore, no one dares sign him!"
This time, the hairs on Song Heping's neck finally stood up.
He sneakily glanced at the cook.
The cook's face had petrified into marble, looking like he was about to burst from holding in urine, probably feeling extremely distressed right now.
This damn...
No wonder he's called Disaster Star.
Fuck!
What had he brought back?
He thought he had found a treasure, but it turned out to be poison.
Song Heping was totally flustered.
But then again, he felt it wasn't that big of a deal.
If what Grey Wolf said was true, if Disaster Star only targeted the bosses,
Then the person who should be panicking was the cook.
He's the top guy in the company.
Once he broadened his thinking, the possibilities seemed endless.
Song Heping became composed.
On the other hand, the cook was in a difficult situation.
It wasn't that he was loath to get rid of Big Beard, the Disaster Star.
If it was just Disaster Star alone, he would have unhesitatingly told him to get lost.
But Disaster Star was with Guy.
Compared to Disaster Star's lousy reputation, Guy's was quite the opposite.
He was a well-known sniper in the Baghdad mercenary circles.
One Disaster Star, one talented man.
A bizarre combination.
"Hunter," he addressed Guy by his nickname, "I would be very pleased for you to join, but as for Disaster Star, well... I'm truly sorry, I'm afraid my luck isn't strong enough."
Guy said, "Disaster Star saved my life, he's my brother. I swore I'd face any misfortune alongside him and share any fortune for life. If you want to recruit us, take us both. Otherwise, we'll leave together. It's up to you."
The cook said, "Is it really not possible to take just one?"
"Of course not, you either take us both or we both leave."
Guy said with an uncompromising tone.
Umarov whispered something in Guy's ear.
Guy shook his head.
Song Heping felt that Umarov probably didn't want to drag Guy down with him and was considering backing out.
Seeing the cook silent, Guy picked up his backpack, turned around, and walked away.
Umarov followed behind him.
When they were about a dozen meters away, Song Heping called out to them, "Wait!"
Guy turned around, and Song Heping said, "Hunter, wait here for a moment. I need to discuss this with the cook."
He then approached the cook and whispered, "We're short-staffed this time, especially core members. The oil field is too vast, and we're already short-handed, particularly lacking a top-tier sniper like Hunter. I've done my research; in the Hassan Oilfield Area, an excellent sniper can be more effective than ten infantrymen. I think we should keep them."
"Damn it!" the cook said. "Didn't you hear what Grey Wolf said? Where Disaster Star goes, teams get wiped out!"