Although Alexander Semyonovich is a man with a violent personality, he is not the kind of idiot who doesn't know the depth of things. Years of training on the battlefield have allowed him to develop a rough and detailed style of conduct. Based on the other party's words, he guessed that these pilots
They must have met the pilot of the mysterious fighter jet that attacked him yesterday, but their relationship may not be very good. Maybe they didn't know that there was an air battle yesterday, and they only knew that Pierre died while on duty...
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So he walked over carelessly, unbuttoned his pants and started to pee. The pilots had been holding in their pee for a long time, and the pee was very long. Alexander naturally started a conversation: "Which company are you from?"
The pilot of the C130 glanced at him and saw from his white uniform and shoulder straps that he was a fellow pilot, so he replied: "Oh, we are the i transport team, what about you?"
"I work for the Russians." Alexander grinned. In fact, without him having to speak to the other person, he could tell who he worked for from his retroflex accent and the Russian-made aircraft. They greeted Alexander in a friendly manner.
He greeted him and invited him to drink a beer under the awning. Alexander readily agreed, went over to chat for a while and then left with an excuse.
Alexander returned to Liu Ziguang and whispered: "Bruce, we are in big trouble. The plane that attacked us yesterday was the same as them. They are all i employees. I suspect..." As he said that, he
He glanced at Colonel Faulkner, who was standing in the distance supervising the soldiers to load supplies, and continued: "I suspect that this colonel wants to kill us."
Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo looked at each other and had to carefully consider Alexander's words. His Highness Bobby's mercenary army was so powerful that it would not take long to capture San Juan and leave comfortably with their high commission. Logically speaking, they did not attack weak competitors.
It's necessary, but you can't be careless. Nothing is impossible in Africa.
"This matter is very complicated. We should figure it out." Liu Ziguang looked at the troops brought by Colonel Faulkner. They were not many, and they were all busy loading supplies. If a fight broke out, the most likely result would be
Both sides suffer.
After thinking about it for a while, Liu Ziguang said to Li Jianguo: "Give him a pistol. I'll call Faulkner over and ask. You have Zhijun and the others prepare for battle. If there is any abnormal situation, we will talk about it later."
Li Jianguo nodded, took an automatic pistol and handed it to Alexander. At the same time, Liu Ziguang walked towards Colonel Faulkner and whispered something. Colonel Faulkner immediately walked over, followed by his black adjutant.
, never leaving.
As soon as he entered the tent, Colonel Faulkner had a gun barrel on his head. He subconsciously went to draw his pistol, but his right hand was roughly held down. The middle-aged Colonel Faulkner was still as brave as when he was young.
Good at fighting, he swung his elbow and slammed the person who caught him, and at the same time used his left hand to grab the pistol, but the opponent's movements were faster and fiercer than him. Colonel Faulkner only felt severe pain in his stomach, and his body involuntarily stooped.
Then he was picked up by the collar and thrown onto the cot.
There was a "click", which was the sound of the pistol hammer being cocked. Faulkner discovered that Liu Ziguang, who had been polite five minutes ago, was now aiming his pistol at him.
"Do you want to kill me? There are a hundred soldiers outside!" Colonel Faulkner sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.
"I have a few questions to ask you, colonel. I'm sorry that I acted too harshly just now." Liu Ziguang put away his gun and pulled up a chair to sit down and said, wielding a knife and a gun in front of an unruly mercenary colonel.
It's really meaningless.
"What do you want to know?" Colonel Faulkner asked with a hint of sarcasm, while looking up behind Liu Ziguang.
"If you are waiting for Ulm, I am afraid you will be disappointed." Liu Ziguang said, snapping his fingers, and Alexander walked in carrying the unconscious adjutant.
"Okay, let's get started. We are all in a hurry. The first question is, what is your or your organization's next plan for us?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Faulkner straightened his back and replied, in the style of a British gentleman, arrogant and confident.
Liu Ziguang sneered: "You saw a bunch of bullet holes on our plane, right? They were shot by I fighter jets yesterday, and their transport plane came to transport supplies to you early this morning. I think this explains the problem."
Faulkner was startled, then smiled: "Kid, this doesn't explain anything. I think you are not familiar with the business process of African mercenaries. Let me introduce it to you. I, John Faulkner, am from London.
The boss of a defense and security company. Before His Majesty Bobby gave me this contract, I was still providing bodyguard services for those singers. It was my long-cherished wish to come to Africa to fight. In this regard, I was different from those people. They were purely for
Money, but I will choose patrons. In fact, mercenaries are not omnipotent. It is impossible for us to fight and maintain logistical supplies at the same time, especially in such a backward small West African country, so our logistical supplies are contracted to i.
, and the business of this company is quite complex, ranging from arms trading to defense consulting, and air transportation. There are at least a dozen branches below. Maybe you or Listrovsky caused some trouble, but this cannot be blamed.
On my head."
Liu Ziguang seemed to understand that the matter was far more complicated than he imagined, and the frank eyes of the mercenary colonel in front of him seemed to prove that he had nothing to do with this matter. In fact, if he wanted to destroy Li Jianguo and others, there was no need to do so.
Wait until today.
"Okay, I believe you." As soon as Liu Ziguang finished speaking, there was a noise outside, the tent door curtain was opened, and more than a dozen automatic rifles were aimed at them outside the door.
Alexander and Li Jianguo also quickly raised their guns, and the two sides confronted each other, but the other party immediately grabbed Wang Zhijun, put the gun to his head, and looked at the people in the tent provocatively.
"Children, there was a little misunderstanding. Put down the guns." Colonel Faulkner stood up and said.
The mercenaries immediately lowered their guns, but still maintained a vigilant posture. Faulkner picked up the beret with a sword and flying wings from the ground and put it on his head, saying with a British humor: "
It is a dangerous thing to be a guest in your tent."
At this time, Ulm, who was lying on the ground, also woke up. Although Alexander's hand knife was very powerful, it could not withstand the thick skin of the black man. Seeing the indifferent attitude of the officer, he could not get angry, so he could only get up and attack fiercely.
He glared at Alexander.
"I'm sorry, Colonel, you know we have to do this." Liu Ziguang explained sincerely.
"Yes, kid, so I'm not going to hold you responsible for offending the commander. Remember, there is still a lot to learn in this line of work. Goodbye, gentlemen." After saying that, Colonel Faulkner straightened his back and walked out.
The mercenaries under him had their fingers on the triggers and retreated in preparation.
There is also a tense posture outside, but in general, the mercenaries have the advantage. Although they are small in number, they have more powerful firepower and better training. With Faulkner's safe return, the crisis has been resolved, and everyone continues
Do what you have to do.
"This old guy is quite stylish." Li Jianguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said. It was really thrilling just now. If he did it, he would definitely suffer a loss.
"Bruce, do you believe this British guy?" Alexander asked suspiciously.
"I believe him because he is a pure soldier." Liu Ziguang said.
"Yes, Faulkner was a British captain before. He fought against the Argentines in the Falklands, fought against the Irish Republican Army in Belfast, and after retiring, he joined the French Foreign Legion and worked for a while, helping Chad in Africa.
He fought against Gaddafi and helped Sierra Leone fight the rebels, but in the past ten years he has been silent and has never appeared in hot spots such as Iraq and Afghanistan. He is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the mercenary world, and his life is a legend.
"Li Jianguo's tone was filled with sincere admiration.
"That's why I believe in him, he is a man of faith." Liu Ziguang cast his eyes on the blue sky, where an eagle was soaring high in the sky.
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The pilots of the C130 also noticed the conflict here, but they didn't care at all. The two groups of mercenaries would definitely fight when they met. This is normal. They had enough to eat and drink, and when the plane finished unloading the cargo, they and Fu
Colonel Kerner said hello, turned the plane's nose, taxied a short distance on the runway of the field airport, jumped into the sky, circled twice and then flew towards Angola.
However, Antonov will not be able to fly back for a while. The plane was hit by more than a dozen 30mm artillery shells. If it is not repaired, it will be a huge hidden danger. Moreover, a normal crew requires five people, and at least two pilots.
OK, but co-pilot Moore has been killed, and Alexander alone cannot fly back to Libya.
Liu Ziguang lent Li Jianguo's satellite phone to Alexander and asked him to explain the situation to Listrovsky. The Russian learned about the plane attack yesterday and was furious. This business was not very profitable in the first place.
A pilot was killed, a missile with a market value of 100,000 US dollars was destroyed, and he lost a lot of money.
After losing his temper, Listrovsky said that Alexander should stay in Sissadamoa to wait for the arrival of backup personnel.
"Your call came in just now." Alexander handed the satellite phone to Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang answered the phone and a familiar voice rang in his ears: "Manager Liu, our ship has arrived off the coast of Sissadamoa and is waiting for you to pick up the goods."
It was Zhang Baiqiang's voice. He and his pirate team had successfully hijacked the Hong Kong-registered cargo ship.