"What the hell... what the hell! Aren't they just a coward when something goes wrong in their country?" Some team members murmured angrily. Country F has been inactive for more than a day or two. They should have learned a lesson long ago and shouldn't have pinned their hopes on it.
With the assistance of country F government troops.
However, the situation is grim. Although everyone in the 530 Action Group is a dragon among men, he is not absolutely sure of winning when faced with the attack of two unknown terrorist forces.
Feeling the huge danger hidden in the dark night, his eyes gradually became solemn, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together under the black mask. The unprecedented heavy pressure was piled up layer by layer, making him almost breathless.
"Ta-ta-ta... Ta-ta!"
"Boom--------------" The sudden sound of gunfire and the explosion of grenades lit up the jungle clearing.
A burst of reports came from the headset: "01...01, the opponent suddenly launched an attack!" They were European and American mercenaries. They actually crossed the border and suddenly opened fire.
"01...01...the terrorists are only 500 meters away from our 2 o'clock direction."
"Report 01...01...."
Chen Mufeng only had a few seconds to think and digest. A flash of light flashed in his deep and sharp eyes, and he gave a decisive order: "The warrior group prepares frontally, the sniper group prepares for cover, and the vanguard group penetrates the enemy from the left and right sides. Fight."
When the fight starts, the heavy firepower team immediately suppresses the opponent's machine gun sniper fire! Fight fast, fight steadily, and don't be soft! End the battle quickly!"
"Received 01..."
"Received 01."
When the sniper's dull Barrett gunshot sounded, the enemy's leading soldier who approached first fell down.
"01...Kill one of the opponent's vanguards!"
Immediately after the opponent's gunfire, gunshots came from almost all directions and smoke bombs that covered the sky spread along with the enemy's advance.
"Everyone pay attention, lock the target! Fire!" Chen Mufeng was now able to confirm his previous judgment. This group of militants and Harris's military base are not the same thing at all. They fight on their own, and this small group of armed men has very strong
The combat and anti-attack capabilities. They suddenly chose to turn against 530. I am afraid that the boss who obeyed the orders of the mercenaries gave the order to attack!
"01.....Target cleared!"
"01.....Two targets are eliminated, and the remaining two escape!"
"01...Excalibur is injured!! Excalibur is injured! Please support!"
"The rescue team will follow immediately! Get the sword back!"
"The rescue team received it!"
When danger came, the warriors of 530 focused their attention on a desperate battle with the enemy. Chen Mufeng commanded well, and the battle of more than ten minutes came to an end. Most of the enemy's forces were wiped out and they escaped into the jungle.
"Each group reports casualties!" Chen Mufeng was worried about his comrades who were injured in the battle just now.
After a report by the combat team, two were seriously injured and the rest were lightly injured. The seriously injured were treated urgently by the rescue team and then carried on stretchers to a rescue vehicle three miles away for further treatment. The lightly injured were subject to tactical adjustments according to the situation.
Chen Mufeng did not dare to take it lightly, because according to his intuition, there should be an extremely difficult battle to fight.
The second floor of the base dome building.
"Harris----------you want to destroy me?!" When York received the casualty report from the mercenary leader and requested to retreat to preserve his strength, his face suddenly became ashen. He stared at a pair of fishes.
Staring at the indifferent Harris in front of him, he felt that the situation was over.
"How dare I destroy you, Mr. York? You are my great customer!" Harris said casually.
"Humph...why are the mercenaries I brought only to have a head-to-head confrontation with the Chinese special forces? Where are your men? Where are they?! Harris, don't pretend to be stupid with me!" From the looks of it, he was severely beaten by Harris.
York felt deeply regretful that he had impulsively listened to Harris's slander and agreed to cooperate with him to kill the Chinese special forces. Now the mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, but Harris broke his promise and did not fulfill his promise at all.
Harris pointed in surprise at the returning troops at the gate under the searchlight outside the window and said: "Aren't those my people? They have been fighting in the jungle just now! Mr. York, look, the guns in their hands are still smoking."
Bullshit!
The so-called combatants in Harris's mouth were simply an excuse to fool him. A few false shots were considered combat, but what about his dead mercenaries?
The current situation no longer allowed him to think too much. His original plan to annihilate Harris in one fell swoop and obtain A521 had been completely destroyed. He considered whether Harris's request to increase the bargaining chip was feasible.
After more than ten seconds of weighing, York finally made a decision. With a gloomy look on his face, he slapped Harris and said, "It can only be this number! Harris, if you don't want it, I will have to give up A521 and return to China."
Got it!"
Five hundred million?
Harris raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his smile carrying the cold charm and enchantment unique to Indians of mixed race. He stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of his face, and answered York in clear Indian language: "No, Mr. York! I said that.
The price cannot be less than a penny!”
"This is simply blackmail! Don't even think about getting a penny from me!" York suddenly stood up, his face turning red.
Harris shrugged his shoulders and expressed his helplessness. "Then there's nothing we can do. I gave you the opportunity, but you gave up on your own."
"You..." York's bloated body seemed to suddenly turn into an inflated balloon. He took a big breath, as if his temper was completely hurt by Harris's words.
Harris blew the cigarette ash that had drifted onto his fingers from unknown time, with a contemptuous smile on his face: "Mr. York, if you exchange the current 1 billion for hundreds of billions in the future, what do you think is a good deal?
"
York's secretary stepped forward, lowered his body and whispered in the boss's ear: "What he said makes sense! Mr. York, you can't just covet the immediate benefits and throw away the inexhaustible treasures in the future."
York was a little tempted, but still reluctant. He looked at the dark night outside the window and suddenly changed the subject and raised his question: "Where are those powerful Chinese special forces? Are you going to wait for them to attack? No matter how much we talk,
, if the A521 is taken back by the Chinese troops, everything will be in vain, Harris!"