Death Fighter Page #3

From private Mya.

He told it was from

the Nelse Mountains.

We are going to Draco's camp.

No, it's too dangerous.

Dangerous is living in

a world with Draco.

Only I know the way.

Stop!

What was that?

Burmese landmine.

Damn it! I didn't think

they'd be out this far!

It's pressure sensitive.

You have to keep your foot on it.

Trust me.

He said that before,

what does that mean?

Will you just tell me?

I might die!

- You're not gonna die.

- What are you doing? - Think positive.

You can't disarm a bomb from back there!

- "Tiger White".

- What?

White Tiger.

Sometimes it takes

a stubborn tiger like you

to get a reluctant tiger like to fight.

And you're white.

Bobby, no!

Thanks, man.

You owe me!

Thanks.

What did he say?

Stupid lion.,

Stupid tiger.

Time to rest.

We will camp here for the night.

How much further to Draco's camp?

Very close.

Two kilometers.

I'm gonna check the perimeter.

Otto!

You are very brave.

You're the one who's brave.

You've been dealing with

Draco longer than any of us.

This will bring you luck.

It was my father's.

It kept him safe in combat.

Thank you.

Hey, are you OK?

This was a lot easier

when I was your age.

It does not look like

it's slowed you down much.

Thanks, man.

I never would have made

it this far without you.

You still got a long way to go.

You ever considered drinking less?

Why would I wanna do that?

You can't drown your past.

You're right.

Drunk or sober,

I can still hear my men screaming.

I lead my men on a

black op to find Draco.

The trouble with a black operation is,

somebody finds out,

it's not black anymore.

Draco was waiting for us.

We were captured,

tortured,

killed.

Everyone except me, that is.

It's not your fault.

Who says?

Listening to your own men,

screaming...

one after another?

This flask belonged to Sawat.

He was 21 years old.

Just got married.

He was looking forward

to starting a family.

Water?

I quit drinking when I realized

we might actually be able to get Draco.

Without you...

both of you...

I would've never attempted this.

So thank you, Michael.

Thank you.

Are they Burmese army?

Highly skilled mercenaries,

who used to be part of the Burmese army.

Mercs.

Draco is holding many refugees.

Jesus, they're not refugees,

they're slaves.

What's the plan?

Michael and I will attack the compound

from both sides, provide distraction.

When they take the bait,

you sneak in as quickly as you can,

and release the

refugees out to the jungle.

Then what?

Then, you and I go in,

kill Draco,

try to get out of here

without getting ourselves killed.

Sounds like fun.

Be careful.

You too.

Valerie, go babe,

go, go, come on!

Get him alive!

Get back, get back!

Everybody, move back!

Hey, guy, better back off.

Stop!

Put the gun down!

Surrender or the girl dies.

Are there more?

Are there more?

Let her go!

Mister Turner...

There are only two things I care about.

Money and power.

You have been playing with my money.

I will not let you play with my power.

So, for the last time...

Are there more of you out there?

Go to hell.

Let's go to the mine,

grab as much gold as we can,

and disappear.

What about her?

She'll come with me.

Valerie in the back!

You stay with me.

Come on!

And one for the road!

- Michael!

- Argh!

- Argh!

- Are you OK?

Looks like that's two I owe you.

You, lucky bastard.

I'm OK.

They've got Yui.

Let's go.

Where's Otto?

I don't know,

I haven't seen him.

You'd shoot a woman?

Sucker!

Hey!

Stop the truck!

Forget her!

We have no time!

She won't get far

in the middle of nowhere!

Sorry, we gotta go.

Look out!

Hurry!

Hurry up!

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Hurry up!

Pang, go,

put everything in the truck!

Now!

We have to pack!

Let's go!

What was that?

You two!

In the truck!

Valerie, Peter, take some men

and hold them off!

Boss, we're getting f***ing hit hard

over there, we need more men.

Come on, go on!

And this time, don't f*** up!

Go, go, go!

Which way?

We have to split up.

Where's Draco?

Hold it!

Put your hands up!

Too bad about your little man.

He put up quite a fight.

Drop it!

I said drop it!

Come on!

Let's go!

Tonight!

You wouldn't!

Michael!

- Where's Draco?

- I don't know.

There's only one way left to go.

Wait, wait, wait!

- Give me your weapon.

- What?

No time for questions!

You wanna f***...?

Come with me!

I am Draco!

You want a slice of this?

Motherf***er! Come on,

you want more, huh?

Draco!

Give it up!

It's over!

No, Draco, Draco wins!

Drop your weapon!

You will never win!

I'm out!

So...

It's jammed!

No more bullets.

You want to kill Draco, huh?

Huh?

I thought you were dead.

No...

Thanks to you.

Let's get out of here.

Otto didn't have a long life.

But he lived it to the fullest.

So...

What about you?

Back to the States?

I don't know.

I think I ain't gonna receive a warm

welcome when I get back to the agency.

Well, maybe there's something

right here you could do.

I wouldn't wanna be your

mercenary partner either.

I wasn't thinking about mercenary.

I was thinking about something more

along the lines of the medical field.

Well, look, if it

doesn't work out,

you know where to find me.

No, I don't.

Then I'll find you.

Erm...

I almost forgot to

give this back to you.

It brought me luck.

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