763 Remove Your Flesh Firs (1/2)

”Come on, do have more meat.” The head chef attended to the mercenaries in a loud voice. He then asked, ”All of you are Brazilians, aren't you? Which state are you from? Well, it doesn't matter which state you're from. You guys probably like rump the most, right? Do eat up. These are beef from Guozheng's Farm.”

”I'm from Rio,” the captain answered, but there was no telling if he was telling the truth. He was not really used to the situation. He then continued, ”I work overseas so much that I'm not really used to how hospitable Brazilians are anymore.”

”This is the land where Samba originated. We're always happy, haha…” The head chef laughed loudly, and everyone in the cafeteria chorused in agreement.

If the captain did not just walk into the hospital from the flood, he would think that he was in a family restaurant in Rio de Janeiro.

No matter how he looked at it, the cafeteria of the hospital did not seem like a place that was surrounded by floodwater and heavy rain.

His team members, too, were not used to the situation.

Truth be told, they would have fared better if they were to deliver supplies to Afghanistan. After all, they would be used to the situation there. The people here looked like they were having a public gathering.

Even with this thought in mind, the members of the team were gobbling down the food.

Freshness was very important when it came to Brazilian barbequed meat. Since the cattle had just been killed, the muscles had not stiffened up, and there was no need to tenderize the beef. The chef had placed the meat on the blazing flame before the cattle themselves even realized that they were dead. Even though the way of cooking the beef was extremely primitive, they tasted just right to the human taste buds that had evolved for hundreds of thousands of years.

Cows were the tastiest mammals on earth, and humans had spent millions of years domesticating them. At that very moment, their value was self-evident.

Among all the cuts of beef, rump was a favorite among Brazilians.

”I have decided. When I return home after this mission, I won't be renting a yacht. I'll just find a bar and stay there. I'll eat rump every day and f*ck girls with large a*ses every day. And when I'm done f*cking, I'll continue eating.” The only Portuguese in the team was Silva from Spain. He settled down in Brazil after studying in the United Kingdom. His favorite food was Brazilian barbequed meat, and he was chewing so hard right now that his mouth was full of juice. He felt that he could not go wrong with his decision.

The captain merely chuckled and looked mockingly at him. ”I suggest that you stay in a barbeque restaurant instead.”

”Because the food in barbeque restaurants is better? There's no need for that. I'll get a barbeque restaurant to send food to the bar every day…” Silva muttered. ”After this mission ends, I will definitely enjoy life—”

”What I meant is that you won't get any girls even if you were to stay in a bar.” The captain swallowed the beef in his mouth and shook his head as he said, ”Isn't Doctor Ling having some beef too? Should we reserve some rump for him?”

”Doctor Ling prefers ribs.” The head chef flashed a respectful expression. ”I've reserved the best ones for him.”

The captain could not help but pout and laugh out loud. ”I thought that you guys would leave the best for the guests.”

”We didn't expect there to be guests.” The head chef's voice was neither soft nor loud, and he sounded a little glum.

The captain was stunned. He then said, a little pleased with himself, ”But we did come, didn't we?”

”You're right. We should thank you.” The head chef raised the meat in his hand.

”We should be having some beer at a time like this.”

”Doctor Ling banned alcohol.”

”Alright, then.” The captain did not intend to challenge Doctor Ling's authority right now. It was no small feat for him to be able to maintain order in a place he was not familiar with, and the mercenaries wanted to keep it that way too. They would just stay quiet for a few days before going home with pocketfuls of cash. That would definitely be the happiest thing in the world.

They finished the meal.

The captain glanced at his watch. He then rose and said, ”Doctor Ling is probably done operating on the patient, isn't he? I would like to meet him.”

”I'll take you there.” The head chef put down the knife in his hand. He was rather full of enthusiasm as he led the way.

The captain gestured at the rest of the mercenaries with his eyes, and his team members immediately tightened their grips on their guns. They then got into formation and left the cafeteria.

They were actually guarding the cafeteria just now so that they could understand the situation. Of course, they did it because they were preparing for the worst.