Cleveland stood in front of the electronic map, puffing hard on his cigar. The originally dim light of the cigarette butt immediately became brighter. The burning tobacco made a "sizzling" sound, and a cloud of acrid smoke spat out on the transparent electronic map.
On the map, it was dispersed, the smoke gradually dispersed, and the hazy electronic map became bright again.
"Sir, you should come and see this."
Just as Cleveland was thinking about how to round up the people in the Tactical Squadron and pocket the $500 million, his train of thought was interrupted.
Cleveland hated being interrupted when he was thinking, especially when he was deducing tactical operations. With annoyance in his eyes, Cleveland turned to look at the white woman wearing MC camouflage combat uniform standing behind him, and said: "Maggie, I
I have said many times not to disturb me when I am thinking, have you forgotten?"
"Sorry sir, I know you don't want to be disturbed when you are thinking, but this matter is very important, so I have to disturb you."
The woman known as "Maggie" handed the tablet in her hand to Cleveland and said, "This appeared on the Internet a few minutes ago."
Cleveland took the tablet handed to him, frowned and read the content on it, his face changed with shock, and he slammed the cigar in his mouth to the ground. The cigar smoke that fell on the floor bounced up again, and then fell again,
It rolled around on the floor several times and finally went out.
"Bastards! These bastards!" Cleveland angrily asked Maggie: "Delete the relevant messages immediately! We must not let their plan succeed!"
"Sorry sir." Maggie said apologetically to Cleveland: "When I saw the news, I had already processed it, but the other party was very fast. Our processing speed could not keep up with the other party's release speed, and the other party's release speed was too fast.
It was released using 'broilers', and some of the 'broilers' are in North America."
Cleveland put his hands in his hair, looked at the ceiling lamp on the ceiling, let out a long sigh, and said unwillingly: "GHOST, it must be GHOST! Only she has such skills, bastard! bastard! bastard!"
"Immediately state our position and state that Marikova is not in our hands. In addition, let the mercenary teams we sent out return as quickly as possible." Cleveland said: "If we continue to allow those mercenary teams to operate outside, we can only
Innocent people were attacked by other mercenary alliances."
"So do we just give up now?" Maggie asked Cleveland.
"I will contact other mercenary alliances to explain clearly. I hope they are not completely dazzled by the $500 million and have the intelligence to think about whether the news is true or false."
After saying that, Cleveland hurriedly turned around and left the room.
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Headquarters of the North African Mercenary Alliance.
Horsman also saw the news posted on the Internet. Faced with the requests from people around him, Horsman just kept smiling and did not give any instructions.
This man who was once involved in the battle in Grozny when various mercenary squads were in disarray. After receiving Bugil's order, he went to take command and once forced the tactical squadron into trouble. After leaving the "Blood Knight", he completely joined North Africa.
The Mercenary Alliance, with the support of Bugir, soon became the most powerful person in the North African Mercenary Alliance!
"It's the same trick again." Horsman glanced at the messages on the tablet, threw the tablet aside, and said: "It's just that this time they got smarter and made the already slightly chaotic situation even more chaotic.
Use our spears to attack our own shields. Only in this way will they have a chance to survive."
Horsman glanced at the senior officials of the North African Mercenary Alliance sitting in the conference room and ordered: "Let our people not act rashly for the time being, and do not believe any information on the Internet. All orders issued by the alliance will be the standard for execution. Any
The mercenary team that fails to follow orders will be severely punished in accordance with the rules of the alliance!"
Horsman's words are imperial edict in the North African Mercenary Alliance, and no one dares to disobey his orders.
"Boss, your phone number."
A mercenary pushed open the door of the conference room, handed a satellite phone to Horsman, and said, "It's the phone from above."
Horsman took the satellite phone, walked to the window, and said to Bugir on the other end of the phone: "Boss!"
"Have you seen the news on the Internet?" Bujier asked Horsman.
"I saw it."
"What are you going to do?" Bugir asked.
"Stand still." Horsman replied: "The person who needs to consider what to do most now is not me, but Cleveland. I believe it won't be long before he takes the initiative to contact me."
"You are very calm, and I admire your calmness and composure." Bujier said to Horsman approvingly: "I have always been confident in what you do, so don't let me down."
"Understood, BOSS!"
Shortly after Horsman ended the call with Bugier, he received a call from Cleveland. During the phone call, Cleveland lost his usual calmness and repeatedly explained to Horsman that Marikova was not in his hands and that he was also a victim.
"I understand your troubles." Horsman said: "I will ask the people on my side to join you. Only by cooperating can we have a chance in this matter. Otherwise, we will have to let those people pass under our noses."
slip."
"Thank you very much for your understanding."
Cleveland breathed a heavy sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. Before contacting Horsman, he had already contacted the Eastern European Mercenary Alliance, the Western European Mercenary Alliance, and the South American Mercenary Alliance, but it was obvious that they were not convinced by their rhetoric.
Still maintaining a skeptical attitude, he did not express trust as directly as Horsman.
Although he gained Horsman's trust, Cleveland understood that this was not enough. It must be said that Yunyue's move really hit the target seven inches in the face, buying valuable time for the tactical squadron.
The coordinates of the safe house that Yunyue sent to Luo Hao are located in an old factory. The "safe house" may not necessarily be the kind of house with surveillance probes and infrared alarms installed around it. It may be an old factory like the one in front of you, or it may be an ordinary house.
Residential buildings, or even roadside fast food restaurants. The more inconspicuous the place, the less likely it will attract people's attention, and the safer it will be.
Jepsen stepped on the brakes, stopped the car, shifted into "P" gear, and looked at Luo Hao, obviously asking for his opinion.
"Golden Monkey, is there any problem here?" Luo Hao pressed the headset and asked Liu Zijin who was sitting in the second car.