"Damn it!" Several white people returned to the tent and kicked the table next to them vigorously. All the other hosts looked at the white people.
Although these hosts are now in a competitive relationship with each other, they can't get out now. Everyone can't help but start to cuddle together. These white people are the representatives they introduced. After all, they are all white and can communicate better...
"Hey, man, what's the result of your exchange? When will those damn Americans let us out?" A black man stood up, crossing his arms and looking at the white man in front of him.
The white man looked up at the black man and looked at him impatiently: "Who is your buddy? Damn it. If you leave the military camp, I will tear you to pieces. I will not be friends with the black man. Damn it, you
Don’t you ask yourself? Damn black people, the garbage of society, parasites!” This white man is obviously a racist. After seeing the black people, he became even more angry!
"Damn white pig! Let you taste the power of your black father's fist!" After hearing the white man's insults, a black man with a bad temper couldn't bear it, and immediately waved his fist and hit him directly.
After a group of people were called back today, they were armed on the spot and locked up here. Everyone was furious, especially the black and white people. The two sides had accumulated grudges from the beginning, and they broke out in an instant.
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The blacks and the whites were fighting fiercely, punching each other hard, while the remaining Japanese, Koreans, and a Chinese stood aside with fists in their hands and watched indifferently. Well, it was just the Chinese who watched indifferently, Koreans and Japanese
They are eager to try and help their American "friends".
The sound of the fight was very loud. Peter and Galen, who were standing at the door, had just arrived at the door. They immediately walked in with frowns on their faces. Seeing the chaos in the room, they fired two shots into the sky before they took control of the situation and led them.
He looked at the group of people in the room with disgust.
Obviously, the current American soldiers do not like the people of Blackwater International very much. Some of the negative news about the US military in Iraq was brought about by these Blackwater employees. The US soldiers can be said to be very disgusted with these Blackwater mercenaries, because
They, the US soldiers, have blocked some of their plans to make money. Blocking people's way of making money is like killing their parents.
"You'd better stay here well, otherwise, I will let you try our power!" After the two American soldiers finished speaking, they walked out of the tent without looking back.
After hearing the words of the American soldiers, the whites and blacks quickly separated. The whites raised their internationally recognized fingers at a group of blacks, while the blacks made a throat-cutting gesture.
At this time, a little Japanese looked at the number of people around him, stretched out his finger and nodded, frowned, and asked in his very poor English: "I remember the mission prompt was forty people, why are there only thirty-nine people here?"
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"Thirty-nine people?" After hearing the Japanese's words, a white man raised his head and counted, and immediately frowned. It seemed that there were indeed thirty-nine people, and there was still one person missing.
The rest of the people began to look at each other, and the dispute they had just put aside was immediately put aside. Everyone counted them again and found that one person was missing.
Only Guo Yehua stood in the corner and did not move. He had long discovered that there was one missing person, his compatriot. The compatriot he chatted with on the first day seemed to be named Yu Yang, but after setting off on the first day, he
did not see.
"So what if there's one less person? Haha, maybe I'll be killed by one of you!" A black man snorted coldly. This mission did not prohibit the hosts from fighting each other. These black men were killed on the first day.
I've been looking for someone to kill everywhere, but I haven't been lucky enough to find anyone.
"No, do you still remember the missing person? On the first day, did any of you kill the person who was hugging the US military officer? If so, can you share the information? This information is very useful.
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After hearing this, the Japanese shook his head. He was quite impressed by Yu Yang. After all, on the first day, Yu Yang and John hugged each other and everyone saw it.
After hearing John's words, everyone thought of Yu Yang, looked at each other warily, and finally shook their heads: "I swear to God, I only killed a few Iraqis, not any yellow people!
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"Neither do I. I will kill those white pigs even if I want to!"
"Me neither, I'm just familiar with the terrain..."
Every host shook their head. Although white people and black people are relatively blind to yellow people, they can be sure that they did not kill Yu Yang easily. After all, they still have some impressions of Yu Yang's appearance.
"Are you all sure?" The Japanese touched his mustache and his head started to spin rapidly. Just now he thought of three possibilities. It seems that the first possibility can be eliminated, so there are only two possibilities left.
A white man slapped the little Japanese on the shoulder: "Hey, what do you mean? If you have anything to say, just say it directly. You yellow people always hide it. Is there anything wrong with that person?"
The Japanese nodded: "He has not appeared so far, and the killing field has given us a hint that there are forty people. There are only three possibilities. The first is that one of you kills him, but if you are sure not,
Then the first possibility has been ruled out, and this person should still be alive."
After the Japanese finished speaking, he paused for a while and glanced around. Now he was looking forward to someone standing up and telling him that this person was killed by him. Otherwise, it would be really terrible!
"Damn, what are the other two possibilities? You yellow-skinned monkey, you'd better speak quickly, otherwise, I will smash your mouth with my fist and you will never be able to speak!"
A black man with a hot temper couldn't stand the Japanese's slow-tempered character, and immediately started shouting loudly.
After hearing this, the Japanese shrugged their shoulders helplessly: "Okay, gentlemen, I won't beat around the bush anymore. There are two possibilities, neither of which are good news for us!"
"The second possibility may not be bad. The missing person may not have returned to the military camp yesterday. Maybe the Americans did not find him, so he was missed. He is still in the city of Tikrit. He is still there.
We are constantly harvesting the lives of Iraqis. As you know, we are all competitors for this mission. There are only three places that can complete the mission. Now that we are stuck here and cannot get out, it means that there are only two places left!"
After hearing what the Japanese said, everyone looked at the people around them with evil intentions. No matter they were from the same country or the color of their skin, in the face of survival, all people were selfish. Originally, there were three
Maybe we can cooperate to complete the task, but if there are only two people left, everyone will not trust the people around them.
"What about the third possibility?" After listening to what the Japanese said, everyone nodded in unison. What the Japanese said makes sense.
This chapter is dedicated to the dazzling gentle leader of 361°.
