After fighting for a whole day, everyone was tired, exhausted, hungry and thirsty.
All the tea in the tray was snatched away by everyone.
"Wait!"
Liu Hai looked at everyone and frowned.
"Don't you think something is wrong?"
Everyone was stunned. You looked at me and I looked at you.
Jin Donghai put down his tea cup, looked at Qin Fei and said, "Are your people reliable?"
When asked by Jin Donghai, even Qin Fei couldn't answer with certainty.
After all, Ibrahim was introduced by Victor, and they only knew him for one night. Ibrahim himself didn't have much to say. As for how strong the relationship between him and Aziz was, he couldn't just talk about it.
"Ibrahim himself should be fine. As for Aziz..." Qin Fei shook his head: "I'm not sure, but if you really want to kill us, you could have done it just now."
Everyone thought it was quite reasonable. Qin Fei's analysis was correct. If he wanted to kill these seven people, he could have done it when he was surrounded before.
"I think..." Liu Hai glanced at everyone, "We still have to take a look..."
"have a look?"
Everyone looked at each other and put down their tea cups.
…
Outside Bajil City.
The strong wind swept across the ground, raising fine sand.
Kosayev, the leader of the Black Sun mercenaries, took out his ZIPPO lighter, banged it in the wind, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.
He took a deep breath, and the end of the cigarette suddenly lit up.
As a former member of the Romanian special forces, today is a black day for Kosayev. At least he and his men have never suffered such a setback in previous operations, and today can only be described as heavy losses.
Moreover, what annoys this former special forces veteran the most is that the opponent only has one-third of his own strength.
Although he knew that the object he was tracking was a special naval force of a great power, what depressed Kosayev the most was that he had already ambushed this small force in the valley, and with victory in sight, he suddenly emerged from nowhere.
Another mercenary team sneak attacked their own people from behind.
This threat and warning had never appeared in previous intelligence. After the failure of the first ambush, Kosayev finally obtained the latest intelligence information.
The mercenary team that attacked him actually included three people from the Z country and one Chinese. They all came from Tiyo, Africa. They were the latest upstarts in the African mercenary circle and were very popular.
X mercenary group.
This name made Kosayev grit his teeth.
Because of the appearance of this team, he lost two Hummers and more than 20 people, and was severely scolded by his immediate superior. If Qinglong were here now, with Qinglong's violent temper, he would definitely pull out a pistol and shoot him
Hold your own head, and then threaten to burst it.
How irritating! Farke!
He cursed secretly in his mind, raised his head, and saw the lights of two cars appearing in the distance on the dirt road leading outside the city in Bajil City.
"Coming."
He muttered to himself, dropped the butt of his cigarette, and stomped on the ground to extinguish the sparks on the cigarette butt.
Luck seemed good, the net I cast finally caught the fish.
More than half an hour ago, his satellite monitoring signal was suddenly cut off for no reason. After contacting the command center, he discovered that the server in the transit data station located in the military base on the Chagos Islands had been hacked by unknown hackers and was directly interrupted.
Signal.
For a moment, Kosayev panicked.
Fortunately, the naval technicians at the transfer station quickly eliminated the problem and began searching and locking again.
Kosayev had to admit that the Americans were indeed quite capable. No wonder they dared to run rampant on this planet.
Finally, the abandoned Ural truck was found in the area outside Bajil City. This meant that the vehicle of the X Mercenary Group and the Dragon Team was broken down and they abandoned the vehicle here.
In order to prevent Qin Fei and others from finding new means of transportation, Kosayev interrupted the satellite signal, and the news of the missing Jiaolong team was sent back to the Qinglong team. The team leader Qinglong directly contacted several nearby Jiaolong teams through the intelligence network.
The town where he might go has issued a reward - whoever can discover the Dragon Squad will receive a reward of two million US dollars.
Sure enough, Kosayev received the call a few minutes later.
Aziz, the actual controller of Bajil City, the leader of the tribal militia, called himself and claimed that the Z-country team was now in their city and was under strict control, and was willing to conclude this deal.
.
Money can make the world go round.
Kosayev suddenly sighed, remembering that during the Gulf War, the US military special forces and CIA intelligence officers used backpacks to carry large amounts of brand-new US dollars into the war zone, and then bribed officers and generals to directly make them give up.
Arms surrender.
So the so-called elite Republican Guard disappeared "mysteriously" in the end without even a decent resistance. This is the power of the US dollar.
In a war-torn area like Yemen, US$2 million is an astronomical figure.
Two pickup trucks stopped in front of the Hummer convoy.
The car door opened, and Aziz was still chewing khat leaves in his mouth.
"Are you the ones who issued the reward?"
Looking at Kosayev, Aziz's eyes showed greed.
"Yes, it's us." Kosayev took two steps forward and looked at Aziz: "Where is the person I want now?"
"Of course they are in my city." Aziz said with a determined tone: "They are still alive and kicking in our base camp. Up to now, they are still my guests."
"Very good." Kosayev turned his head and glanced at the people around him.
A mercenary opened the door, took out a backpack and walked to the Humvee and handed it to Kosayev.
Kosayev took the backpack and placed it heavily on the hood of the Humvee.
"Get the money and take us to find them immediately." Kosayev said: "I demand that your men be called immediately and tell them to imprison all those people."
"Oh! No, no, no." Aziz raised his index finger and shook it in front of him: "I am only responsible for bringing you to my base camp. My people will set up an encirclement for you with no blind spots. As for what you plan to do
I don’t care about dealing with the Z people there.”
He tilted his head, looked over Kosayev's shoulder, and landed on the Humvee behind him.
"Anyway, your firepower is so powerful and your numbers are superior. It's not our turn to take action."
Kosayev stared at Aziz in front of him. He believed that those people might have been tricked into going to the base camp by the militia leader. As for what method was used, he didn't care.
Aziz obviously had his own reasons for not taking action himself. In times of war, two things are the most precious, one is people and the other is weapons.
"Aziz, the reward we issued before was to deliver the person to us in person."
"No, no, no, I won't get into trouble. I can see from both of you that you are not just ordinary mercenaries, and those Z people are not ordinary soldiers either. I can capture them, but
The price is too great. Your two million US dollars are not enough to pay the price for me to send troops and sacrifice my life." Aziz smiled slyly: "Don't think that only white people like you have brains, I have them too."
He pointed to his head.
Kosayev thought for a moment, grabbed a backpack full of US dollars and threw it at Aziz's feet.
"Deal, you just need to take us to the building where they are hiding, and the money will be yours."