Since the creation of the mercenary group, all kinds of bad things have happened one after another. Every day, I have been fighting, fighting, fighting. This time I just came back from Mexico and encountered a stolen hard drive. I chased it all the way to Johannesburg, and ended up fighting with the Holy City Army again.
Got it.
The highly tense nerves were finally released a little tonight.
Only when professional matters are left to professional people can you feel at ease.
From Qin Fei's point of view, MI17, the highest-level secret intelligence agency in the British Empire, took over the matter of Red. Finally, he no longer had to be the leader and did not have to think about too many things, which was actually much more relaxing.
Over in Colombia, Lao Yu also stopped moving.
Now the X Mercenary Group is a temporary role in the entire MI17 "Poison Plan", at least it is not the protagonist.
The next morning, when Qin Fei got up, it was already three o'clock in the morning. When he opened the window, the sun was shining brightly outside.
He got up and took a cold shower. This was a habit Qin Fei formed in the army after he joined the army. Although there is hot water, cold water can help people get into the best state quickly.
After everything was washed, I went downstairs and saw Mist working in the kitchen.
"You actually do this?" Qin Fei glanced at the table. There were already three plates on it, with fried eggs on them, and a large bowl of oatmeal mixed with hot milk next to it.
Typical western breakfast.
"I cook for myself all the time when I'm away all the time, is that okay?" Mist shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "But it's been a long time since I had the opportunity to sit down and have such leisure time to cook my own food. In the Middle East and
When we were on missions in South Asia, we ate individual soldier food that looked like pig food every day..."
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, looked at Qin Fei and said: "I almost forgot that you are from country Z. People from country Z are very good at cooking. When I went back to China on vacation, I always went to a Chinese restaurant to eat several times. What?
General Tso's chicken...and sweet and sour pork...and...fried noodles!"
After saying that, he stepped aside and handed over the spatula.
"You make this dish."
Qin Fei looked towards the stove and saw several pieces of steak on the plate, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I toasted some slices of bread to make beef sandwiches," Mist said.
Qin Fei felt that it was rare to relax today. Before Red took action, all he, Mist and Yuri had to do was wait.
Anyway, if I have time, I might as well make a dish.
Qin Fei has been doing housework since he was a child, especially after his father disappeared. In order to save his mother Liang Shaoqin from worrying, Qin Fei never let his mother worry about it, so he still knew how to do things like cooking.
Since Mist wanted to taste the taste of Country Z, he was the only one from Country Z in the entire safe house, so he did his part.
So I cut the steak into shreds, then marinated it with some soy sauce and cornstarch. I went to the refrigerator and found that there weren't many Chinese ingredients in it, but there were still onions and ginger.
After cutting these things, Qin Fei quickly heated up the pot and finished a dish after three times, five times and two times.
"What's this called?" Mist came over and sniffed the hot beef, "It tastes pretty good."
"I couldn't find any green onions. I originally wanted to make beef stir-fried with green onions, so I decided to use onions instead."
The two of them returned to the dining table. Mist took a large spoonful of beef fried with onions and put it on the toasted bread, then put it into a sandwich and took a big bite.
After that, my eyes suddenly became round.
"So delicious! This is much better than a beef burger!"
"I smell the aroma!" Hugo and Connor suddenly appeared in the restaurant. The former said nothing. When he saw the ready-made bread and food, he poured more than half of the beef on his own slices of bread and wrapped it in it.
He devoured the Chinese sandwich and drank the orange juice next to him.
"Hey! Do you have any top hats? You can make your own food if you want!" Mist was unhappy.
Originally, he only made three portions of breakfast, and the extra portion belonged to Yuri, not counting the members of the MI17 action team.
Now in a few seconds, Yuri's breakfast was gone. How could he not be angry?
"Put it down! This is my friend's breakfast!" Mist saw that Hugo and Connor were indifferent and still devouring their food. Mist suddenly became anxious, pulled out his pistol, and put it directly on Hugo's forehead.
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"Take one more bite and I'll shoot you and kill you!"
Upon seeing this, Connor immediately pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Mist: "Don't mess around! If you dare to touch him, I will kill you."
Hugo bit a piece of poached egg in his mouth, and the unsolidified egg yolk dripped down the beard on his chin.
"I said... there's no need to be so cruel, I just ate your breakfast!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Are you full enough to hold on!?" Major Michel seemed to hear the noise and came out of the equipment room to the dining room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a scene of both sides drawing guns at each other.
"Hugo! Connor! What's going on!?"
"We just ate him for breakfast...this American..." Hugo smiled and threw the half-bitten sandwich on the plate, shook his head and looked at Mist with a smile.
Qin Fei didn't see fear in Hugo's eyes, but he was very calm and relaxed. He was somewhat impressed. This guy at least seemed to be a really good player.
"Forget it." Qin Fei stood up and gently put his hand on Mist's arm: "I can make one more serving."
Connor snorted at Mist: "Look, learn from the Chinese next to you. At least he is much more generous than you..."
"Make your own stuff, I'm not familiar with you!" Mist lowered his gun, "Don't think that just because you're SAS, you're awesome, you can take advantage of whatever you want."
"Hmph!" Connor also lowered his gun, but refused to admit defeat: "Delta is only like this. There are few times in your history that you can show off your achievements..."
This sentence completely stung Mist.
Adults should not be slapped in the face. Soldiers are most afraid of others saying they are useless.
Delta Force has indeed been very unlucky since its establishment.
Most of the missions they carried out ended in failure, such as the Iraqi Embassy hostage incident in the 1980s. They originally formulated a secret action plan to rescue the hostages. However, due to the Navy's eagerness to take credit, they actually used old models and mechanical parts.
The delicate and easily damaged RH-5D minesweeping helicopter was used as a transport aircraft. As a result, only 6 of the 8 RH-5Ds could reach the designated assembly point in the desert, and another one broke down at the assembly area, causing the entire combat plan to abort.
, in the end, an accident occurred during the evacuation of the Special 160th Aviation Battalion. An RH-5D hit a C-10 transport plane next to it when taking off, killing five commandos and crew members, and seriously injuring four others.
There was also the Mogadishu operation in Somalia, which also featured Delta as the protagonist, with Rangers and SEALs as foils. As a result, the informant responsible for ground guidance did not drive the vehicle used to demarcate the target to the militia office building because he was afraid, which led to the entire special operations.
The team actually landed in the wrong place for the first time. After adjusting and landing, an unlucky Ranger recruit accidentally fell to the ground and was seriously injured. While the Delta team was searching the building, they were accidentally shot by a nearby Ranger machine gun.
, the originally scheduled 10 minutes turned into more than 20 minutes...
The entire result was that the operation was strongly blocked by the Somali militia. The US special forces paid a heavy price to rescue the downed Black Hawk helicopter crew members in the city. Although they killed a large number of local tribal militias, their own mission objectives were not.
It didn’t reach that level, and it also added a lot of human lives...
Connor's words were equivalent to throwing out his arms and slapping Mister hard on the face.
Before Connor could finish his words, Mist rushed over from the other side of the dining table like a furious lion and pushed Connor hard against the refrigerator door!
Bang——
There is a huge dent in the refrigerator door. (To be continued)