Chapter 318
Even if some mercenaries formed their own squads, it was only because of mutual exploitation and self-interest.
You want to talk about friendship and bonds with mercenaries? In the end, you'll probably die without even knowing how you died.
However, her mercenary squad was a bunch of oddballs in the mercenary world, a bunch of hopeless idiots.
The group of seven is now down to four, including her.
Every time a team member dies, it's because of that damned bond.
Therefore, this kind of relationship is the one she finds most unacceptable.
If it weren't for this superfluous emotion, so many people wouldn't have died in vain on this battlefield.
"Isn't the captain the same? You said that mercenaries don't care about anyone's life or death."
"But during the operation, you always lend a helping hand when we are in danger. Do you think I don't notice anything?"
"The captain is actually just a tough-talking but soft-hearted person. There is tenderness beneath your cold gaze. You are a very gentle person, and it is my honor to follow you."
The Asian youth smiled, and a look of happiness flickered deep in his bright eyes.
The mercenaries he had encountered before were all cold-blooded machines that did things for money and had no feelings whatsoever.
Working with that group of people offered absolutely no sense of security; in fact, it instilled a deep sense of wariness and suspicion towards them.
After all, that group of people were capable of abandoning even their own mercenary team members.
But the woman in front of me was different; she was very gentle.
She was so gentle that she was willing to sacrifice her own life so that her mercenary group could successfully break through the encirclement.
This woman, codenamed M, is not really suited to being a mercenary.
Because she was so gentle, she stood out like a beautiful red rose among that bunch of unattractive weeds.
"Heh... brat..."
Looking into the other person's dark and deep eyes.
Milutin sensed the death wish in the other's eyes.
Feeling utterly exhausted, Milutin shook his head and smiled forlornly.
She had nothing in this world that she cherished; after all, she was just a nobody.
She's dead, that's all. No one will grieve for her, and no one will hold a funeral for her.
A death heavier than Mount Tai is a blessing, a death as light as a feather is no big deal.
Mercenaries who roam the battlefield are already prepared for death.
"The only regret is not seeing those three sullen faces again..."
Milutin slowly closed his eyes, and the faces of Rabbit, K, and Old A flashed through his mind.
The seven-person team is about to become a three-person team.
"Captain... we might..."
"Get down!!!"
Just as the Asian youth was about to say something.
Milutin trembled, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and he let out a piercing scream.
He used almost all his strength to kick the Asian youth to the ground.
Boom!!!
The shells rained down from the sky, crashing down less than two meters in front of Milutin with a deafening roar.
Her vision was instantly obscured by blood, and the scorching waves violently threw her away before she crashed to the ground.
The burning sensation in her chest almost made her scream sharply.
But Milutin found she couldn't call out; her voice was drowned out in her throat.
It was as if the pain had split her whole body in two.
He slowly looked down at his chest, where a long, thin wound had been cut open.
The sizzling sound of the hot, red-hot fragments embedded in her flesh filled the air.
"This really is... a fitting ending for a mercenary..."
Milutin lay on his back on the ground, gazing at the night sky above, which was obscured by dark clouds.
The blood inside his body kept flowing out of the wound.
In less than a few dozen seconds, the ground beneath Milutin was stained bright red.
Ah, I can't see any stars tonight...
"M!!!!!"
Just as Milutin's consciousness was about to fade away...
She faintly heard a roar that sounded like a sob coming from afar.
He twisted his stiff neck to look at the source of the sound.
I don't know if it was just her imagination.
Through blurred vision, I seemed to see the rabbit, and the faces of K and Old A, their cheeks almost overwhelmed with sorrow.
And behind the three of them were hordes of troops and chariots.
"Hey... even if it's an illusion... I'm still happy to see you all before I die..."
Milutin twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a carefree smile.
Oh, I forgot to mention something. I hope that Asian youth is alright.
I'm about to die trying to save him.
I should be fine, otherwise I would be at a loss.
"Ugh, damn it, I just remembered there are still so many Gundam models I wanted to buy that I haven't managed to get yet..."
In the instant when consciousness completely dissipates.
Milutin frowned and let out a slightly dissatisfied murmur...
Chapter 37: Past Scars (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets - 2/5)
The dark clouds floating in the sky disappeared at some point.
The silvery moonlight quietly streamed into the room through the window.
Two stunningly beautiful women lay quietly on the pure white bed.
Silvery laughter echoed in the room.
Her ruby-like eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room, like flames burning within.
Bathed in the silvery moonlight, the depths of those bright eyes seemed to be adorned with stars.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Milutin's eyes, but it lasted only a few seconds.
She gently sat up, facing Wu Liang beside the bed.
Her pink and rosy lips curved into a beautiful arc.
She reached her slender hands to her chest and unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, revealing her body that she had been hiding under her clothes.
His slightly rough but extra powerful body shimmered with a bright silver light under the moonlight.
Her fair skin was exceptionally alluring, and her full, elastic breasts seemed ready to burst forth.
But what attracted Wu Liang's attention was not the pair of white breasts and delicate, smooth skin.
Instead, it was a series of unsightly wounds and a giant scar that crawled across Milutin's chest like a centipede.
This was the most serious and fatal wound on Milutin's body.
The wound, which spread from the right breast to the left collarbone, was particularly glaring.
Like a centipede writhing in agony, the wound stretched almost across both sides of Milutin's chest.
When Wu Liang saw the wound with his own eyes, he couldn't even imagine the pain Milutin had gone through.
He wouldn't be surprised if such a deadly wound resulted in immediate death.
"Young master, don't you want to touch it?"
Milutin slowly took off her clothes, sitting in front of Wu Liang wearing only her underwear.
Her beautiful, jade-like back was covered with conspicuous scars.
This is a body riddled with wounds; this is a body devoid of any beauty.
There were dozens of wounds on his body, both on the front and back.
It was originally a beautiful body that could drive countless men crazy.
But these ugly and disgusting scars reduced the value of this body to a negative number.
If it were an ordinary girl, she would definitely break down after having such a scarred body.
"Milutin ..."
Wu Liang looked at Milutin with a complicated expression.
He has absolutely no time to appreciate Milutin's curves.
His gaze was now almost entirely drawn to the scar on the other person's chest.
I want to touch them, but I hesitate...
"Young Master, the wound has already healed completely."
Milutin gazed tenderly at Wu Liang before her.
He crawled two steps towards Wu Liang and reached out to grasp the other's hand.
"My skin here is very rough, right?"
Milutin held Wu Liang's hand and pressed it to his chest, speaking softly.
The distance between the two is now only two or three centimeters.
Their breaths were clearly felt on each other's faces.
Wu Liang's face was reflected in her watery eyes, which held a hint of shyness and tenderness deep within.
"Um..."
Wu Liang touched the scar on Milutin's chest.
It's hard and rough to the touch, a bit like calluses on your hands, and a bit like a scabbed wound.
The wound has indeed healed, but the surrounding skin has become so rough and hard.
It lacks the smoothness and softness that a girl's skin should have.
Instead, they resemble the hands of farmers who have done a lot of farm work, rough and stiff like sand.
"Young Master, your expression is too serious. The rest of my skin is still smooth and delicate."
"It's just that the area around this scar has changed like this. You can touch it if you don't believe me."
"Isn't it smooth and soft? Isn't it just like a normal girl's skin?"
Milutin chuckled softly, then grabbed Wu Liang's hand and began to caress his arms and thighs.
Except for some severely injured areas where the skin deteriorated after healing.
Her skin in other areas wasn't actually as bad as the young master thought.
"Um..."
Wu Liang nodded stiffly, his body tense.
Touching Milutin's smooth and delicate thighs, he felt somewhat embarrassed.