The two unlucky guys who came to release the water did not expect that the king of hell was still hiding in the grass. With two "clicks", the two soldiers who were just going to pick up girls and drink on the Caribbean beach had their necks broken immediately.
People immediately flew to the west.
Throwing the body to the ground, Crosshair wiped his face and mouth with his sleeve with a look of disgust.
"Bah, bah, bah - damn, you actually dare to pee on my lips!"
As he spoke, he got angry and kicked one of the corpses hard.
"My mouth is only for beauties!"
"Drag the body into the grass and hide it so that no one will find it." Old Yu ordered Kunchai and the crosshair. After finishing, he turned back to Diego and said: "Tell your men not to come over. The operation is temporarily cancelled."
Diego quickly contacted his commandos on the channel and told them to cancel the operation and be on standby in the Kuz Valley.
"Are we withdrawing?"
After notifying the commando team, Diego glanced around uneasily. It was obvious that this kind of place made him feel very uneasy. After all, there were too many enemies, and he didn't know how many more would come out of nowhere to urinate or something at any time.
"You don't seem to be worried about your uncle at all." Old Yu teased Diego.
"I tried my best." Diego shook his head: "No one can predict this kind of thing. My poor uncle, the Lord will arrange it for him."
"Wait!" Qin Fei stopped the sight that was dragging the corpse, and his eyes fell on the two corpses.
"Maybe there is another way." Qin Fei said.
Everyone was stunned.
Old Yu looked at Qin Fei and looked at the two legs of the dead body dragged in the crosshair's hand.
"Qin Fei, you are not..."
"That's right." Qin Fei said: "Do you think there are hundreds of enemies here, and they are all improvised, and they all know each other?"
There was an expression of disbelief on the crosshair's face: "Fake! You don't want to impersonate them two, do you?"
After thinking for a while, he added: "But do you know how to speak Somali? As soon as you speak, your secret will be revealed!"
Qin Fei said: "Everyone here speaks English, French and the local dialect, right? I think Diego can speak the dialect."
He pointed at the Eritrean Tiger Battalion officer next to him.
Diego was stunned, then nodded, and then shook his head violently: "I can speak Somali, but I don't want to follow you in! Cambert knows me, and some of the guards here also know me! I won't die."
"Didn't you see how they were dressed?" Qin Fei pouted angrily at the two corpses on the ground.
Diego took a look and saw that both corpses were wearing masks.
This is a characteristic unique to ordinary tribal armed soldiers or temporarily recruited mercenaries. For various reasons, no one is willing to show their face when participating in such an action with too much impact, so covering their faces is the best option.
"If your face is covered, who will recognize you as the lieutenant colonel of Tiger Camp?" Qin Fei said: "They identify each other by the red strips of cloth on their arms."
Diego was speechless. Indeed, with his face covered, he looked like a big black man. There are many black people here. These two are obviously people from Somalia, and they are also black. Especially in the dark night, black people are not to mention covered.
With the face covered, the face looks the same.
"But you are not black!" Diego said.
"Give me your combat paint." Qin Fei said, "I just saw you get the paint next to the plane."
Diego reluctantly took out a box of combat paint from his tactical vest and handed it to Qin Fei.
The crosshair next to him chuckled.
"Diego, why do you want oil paint? What's the difference between painting it and not painting it? Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?!"
"You know nothing!" Diego said disdainfully: "Do you know what professionalism is? Black people can't wear war paint? Who says black people can't paint it? Why can white people paint it, yellow people can paint it, but us black people can't?
Can’t paint? Which military classic says this? Which military academy teaches it?”
Diego was so stunned that he was speechless.
You must know that black people are a race of people with great language talents. Their tongue and oral structure, like their body structure, are more suitable for complex and high-intensity technical activities. Therefore, the majority of rappers in the world are black, and other people
I really want to sing but I can't get the flavor out of it.
In Diagoca's view, Zhixing is simply a traitor who has forgotten his true origins. He is not black or white, and he dares to question himself.
In fact, this box of oil paints was given to him by the arms supplier of the Tiger Battalion. As the commander of the Tiger Battalion of the Eritrean Special Forces, Diego has certain decision-making power over equipment procurement.
So in order to curry favor with him, the arms dealer in charge of the purchase order sent Diego a set of better equipment, so he used AK-74 instead of AK-47 like others. Although the caliber was different, in order to show his identity,
Diego was happy to show off with this unusable automatic rifle.
This box of combat paints was given to him for free by an arms dealer as a small gift. Diego liked it very much, but he only used it once, the day he got it. When he returned to the dormitory of the barracks, Diego himself
I applied it carefully in front of the mirror, and as the crosshair said, there was really no difference between applying it or not.
Only then did he realize that this thing was really an embarrassing thing, so he kept it on him and never used it.
This time Qin Fei saw it and was forced to take it out with great reluctance. After being teased by the crosshair, it exploded immediately.
"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing, I talked too much, and I deserve it." Zixing really didn't want to argue with Diego, the two hundred and fifty, here. Although he is a big mouth, he still knows the difference between the serious and the serious. This is not a quarrel.
Good time.
"Ignorant South African!" Diego was still indignant.
Qin Fei took the oil paint box, took some black, dabbed it on his face a few times, and then spread it evenly.
Then he took off the scarf from the dead body and wrapped it around his mouth and nose, then put the other person's turban on his head and tied it tightly, and then asked Diego: "Can you still tell that I am a yellow person?"
Diego stared at a pair of snow-white eyes for a moment, and said in surprise: "Oh! It is true that yellow people are easier to paint! You really look almost like a black person! It's not like me, painted or not.
Same……"
Suddenly I realized that I had let something slip, so I quickly shut up.
Zhixing covered his mouth again to hold back his laughter, which almost caused internal injuries.
Diego looked embarrassed. Fortunately, he was a black man and it was night, so no one noticed that this guy's face was getting hot.
"Actually, not all Somalis are black. Many are descendants of immigrants from the Middle East. So Qin Fei can get away with it. As long as you don't look carefully, you can't tell that he is an Asian." Lao Yu said.
"Yeah." Qin Fei said: "For a few months in Africa, I was almost as tanned as a black man."
"What are you going to do?" Crosshair asked.
Qin Fei said: "Diego and I went in to look for opportunities to cause chaos. Once there is a commotion in the fighting gym, the guards here will more or less be lured away. At that time, you can cooperate with the helicopter and we can blow up
They can blow up as many ships as they want. After they blow up, you can find your own opportunity to evacuate."
"What about you?" Old Fish asked.
Qin Fei said: "I don't know. We will adapt accordingly when the time comes. Anyway, as soon as the ship is destroyed, many of them will be unable to leave. Remember, if you want to blow up, just blow up those LCI landing craft."