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Risk and reward went hand in hand.
Going it alone meant they might all be wiped out, but it also meant they could keep all the spoils for themselves.
In the mercenary business, the timid starved while the bold got fat.
Still, there were benefits to teaming up with the Chinese. At the very least, it would spread the risk and keep them from biting off more than they could chew—and choking to death on it.
"Heh! Suit yourselves!"
Commander Cui gave a couple of ambiguous chuckles. He'd known all along that those War Hyenas couldn't be trusted.
The moment they spotted an opportunity, they charged off on their own, completely oblivious to the consequences.
Since there was no trust between them, it was better to fight separately. That way, they wouldn't have to worry about their allies dropping the ball at a critical moment—or worse, dragging them down like useless teammates.
The other side had proposed that they each handle things themselves, and Commander Cui was more than happy to agree.
The Chinese peacekeeping force was a proper military unit. Behind the mercenaries, on the other hand, stood a hodgepodge of fronts operating under commercial companies—both White Gloves and black-glove outfits. Some were even brazen businessmen who'd jumped into the fray to grab a share of the spoils.
Though the two camps stood side by side, they were worlds apart: one was quiet and orderly, while the other was noisy and chaotic.
Even a blind man could see the difference in their actual combat strength.
"...We'll do this and that...and then this and that..."
Wilson Brownwilly Churchill, the Mercenary Allied Forces' liaison representative, put forward Plan B.
It was called Plan B, but in truth, it had been their original Plan A.
The truth was often in the