Black Lion and the others had taken contracts from the U.S. military before. Once they had agreed on a contract, if the other side said they would pay, then as long as they paid, you had to complete the mission. If you failed, you would not get a single cent.
As for receiving support from them, forget it. Many missions involving people like them could not see the light of day. Even if they completed the job, if they could not get out, the other side would not rescue them. They had paid you, after all. Whether you could withdraw was your own business.
That was true enough, but given two employers who paid the same amount, one willing to save you and one unwilling, which would you choose?
Even an idiot knew the answer. Though they all lived with their lives balanced on a knife's edge and had long cast life and death out of their minds, if they could avoid dying, no one wanted to die.
Black Lion and the others were no exception.
"Heh heh, whatever. Technician, you said it yourself—I'll treat myself as one of their soldiers from today onward. My discipline may be lousy, but I work my ass off when it comes to getting things done," Balek said with a chuckle.
The others immediately burst into laughter as well.
"Hahaha, so you know your discipline sucks? It was already your good fortune that your old army didn't kick you out."
"Tsk, tsk. When it comes to discipline, just look at Leng and Shao. Sometimes, they really feel like robots. It's terrifying."
"What else would you expect? The world's number one army did not earn that title for nothing. They're different from us. They have faith, while we don't." Carlos shrugged.
"Didn't you say they