137 A Handsome Commission

Damn it!
Fifty million pounds!
"Fuck! Why don't those damn mercenaries just go rob a bank instead! Assholes!"
"Clark, they are robbing us right now! They're just robbing us! Damn it, get ready immediately; we have to break out!"
As expected.
Those mercenaries should have known they couldn't be trusted.
Wilby Clark was much more rational.
That bunch of mercenary scum—sooner or later, he would send them to hell.
Hell!
"Mary, have you made contact with headquarters?"
"No, sir! They aren't responding at all!"
Clark and Wilby didn't actually know that it wasn't a failure to connect; it was the guy called Keyboard who had tampered with the signals.
When he pulled out an unusual, palm-sized signal jammer, the Russian looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"Hell, how do you have something like this?"
"I'm an intelligence expert! An intelligence expert, do you understand? You damn Russian."
Whether it was cursed or not, as long as it made money, it was fine.
The Russian was very satisfied with Keyboard's preparation. Once they could cut off the Britishers' contact with the outside whenever they needed to, they would have enough time and leverage to negotiate with them.
However, the figure of 50 million seemed to surprise Li Changjiang a bit. 50 million pounds—that was over 400 million RMB.
"Russian, isn't 50 million a bit too much?"
He didn't believe the British could come up with 50 million.
"Li, is 50 million a lot? They have over 50 people. One million pounds to buy one life; I didn't even count the change. The Brits aren't that cheap."
"Keyboard, tell them we have time to wait for their answer."
Keyboard quickly relayed the Russian's message to Clark. The British were like ants on a hot pan, with no room to choose.
But Li Changjiang was right; they couldn't possibly come up with 50 million pounds.
"The Russian, I, Tank, Doctor, Angel, Keyboard, and Killer will go to save the British. Elisa, you, Bob, and Tim take William and Qiangzi and break out in this direction. There is a mercenary group called 'Battler' there; they will provide cover. Quick, check your gear immediately!"
The British had little choice now. Li Changjiang was almost certain of the outcome. Even if it wasn't 50 million, with the Russian's methods, he would definitely squeeze something out.
"Li, let me go with you. Those damn Libyans, I want to kill them!"
Tim's face was grim.
During their imprisonment, the Libyans had subjected them to various forms of torture. Although he seemed to have regained his composure on the surface, it was easy to imagine that Tim was boiling with rage.
"Russian, give him a gun!"
Li Changjiang hesitated for a moment.
He shouldn't have stopped Tim, but he immediately looked at Bob and Elisa, who were about to speak.
"William and Qiangzi need to receive medical treatment as soon as possible. If you don't want them to die here, you must leave immediately."
The two remained silent, nodded, and then helped the slowly recovering Williams and Shi Junqiang break out toward the east.
"Boss, the British have replied!"
Li Changjiang's physical strength had mostly recovered. Hearing Keyboard's words, he immediately took the microphone.
"I am Duke. Have you decided?"
"50 million is too much! We can't afford it!"
"Mr. Intelligence Officer, you should realize this isn't an expensive price. Is one of your people's lives only worth one million pounds?"
"Damn it! You bunch of bastards, you're vampires! 50 million is fine, but it must be paid after your people save us. We cannot provide 50 million pounds in commission right now."
"No! No! No! Mr. Intelligence Officer, I am sorry. We are mercenaries; we do not accept payment after the mission. We need to get half the money before we go in. You should know we are facing a bunch of lunatics. They have a massive amount of AK rifles and rocket launchers, and they are even willing to use their own bodies as bombs. I don't want my men to die for you without getting a single cent."
Intimidation!
This was pure intimidation!
Clark was momentarily speechless, but his face quickly turned dark.
Li Changjiang was indeed intimidating them, but if he was facing a group of lunatics, what were the British facing?
Not just a bunch of lunatics, but a bunch of lunatics who wanted them dead.
What a hellish situation!
"Mr. Clark, what do we do now?"
Susan's face already showed signs of panic.
"Give them the money!"
Clark must have been under immense psychological pressure to utter those words.
25 million pounds!
Damn it!
He probably hadn't said anything in his entire life as valuable as that single sentence!
Every word was worth 5 million pounds!
He didn't have that kind of money; this was operational funding provided by Parliament. These damn mercenaries had demanded more than half of it right off the bat. Clark could already imagine the situation he would face upon returning home.
But that guy was right; he had 50 lives in his hands, and they were worth more than pounds.
Soon.
After receiving the deposit of 25 million pounds through the Swiss bank transfer system, Li Changjiang was left momentarily dumbfounded!
Damn it!
25 million!
And in pounds!
The British were just so damn rich!
This was even faster than robbing a bank!
However, that bastard Russian really dared to ask for it, but they had undoubtedly picked a fight with the British now.
"Guys, the money is in! We move immediately!"
At the command, everyone's expression became excited. Money was always a good thing; besides war and adrenaline, the only thing they could pursue was their commission.
25 million pounds.
Even if the Chinese team leader was stingy, the five of them would get at least 10%, nearly 2.5 million, which averaged out to 500,000 per person.
This was definitely a good deal.
Of course, provided that they had to bring the people out alive.
Everyone checked their gear.
Bulletproof vests!
AK-47M assault rifles! Tank and Killer also carried Russian-made RPG-7 individual rocket launchers.
SVD sniper rifles equipped with standard PSO-series sniper scopes and infrared night vision!
And plenty of grenades!
"Go! Go! Go!"
The group moved out immediately. The less than two-kilometer distance was quickly crossed, and the gunfire in their ears became more intense.
The sound of nothing but AK rifles firing!
"Guys, our target is here! The Libyans have blocked this place completely. So, the only way to save the Britishers from inside is to open a safe passage right here."
"Any objections?"
"None!"
"No!"
"Boss, actually, we have another choice."
Keyboard suddenly interrupted.
"Look, this place should be a basement. Although it has been converted into an underground command post, there are still channels for entry and exit besides the main entrance."
Li Changjiang quickly turned his gaze to the left side of the building ahead.
The roof!
"You mean from above?"