Gulf of Guinea, a white three-story sea-view villa.
It is also thirty kilometers away from the nearest war zone in Wanagoga, so compared to the panic of going to Wanagoga, it is very peaceful and quiet here.
The blue sea water washed against the coast, making a "swish" sound, and there were many heavy coconuts hanging on the coconut trees on the shore.
A few coconuts that fell to the ground under the influence of gravity were swept away by the waves that washed up on the coast as soon as they hit the ground, and drifted away along the seawater. If they can be washed ashore again before they completely rot and sink to the bottom of the sea, these coconuts will be washed ashore again.
After a few years, it will grow into a coconut tree more than ten meters high.
On the balcony of the third floor of the sea view villa, a clown wearing a German spotted jungle camouflage combat uniform is leaning on the railing, holding a coconut at the top with the serrations on the back of the saber, and inserting a straw into the coconut, sucking the inside.
Sweet coconut juice.
The clown looked in the direction of Wanagoga, at the sky filled with black smoke, closed his eyes and sniffed his nose vigorously, with a look of intoxication on his face, and said: "The smell of gunpowder is so charming! This is it.
The most fragrant scent in the world!”
"They have left the airport and are heading to the embassy." Jiang Wei walked out of the room facing the balcony and said to the clown on the balcony.
The clown opened his eyes, threw the coconut that had been sucked dry in his hand behind him, and pulled out the large-caliber Desert Eagle from the quick-draw holster with his right hand like lightning. Without looking, he pointed it directly at the free-falling coconut.
Coconut is a shot.
Damn!
Snapped!
The coconut, which was still in mid-air, was exploded into pieces by the .50-caliber bullet, and the coconut shell mixed with white coconut meat flew everywhere.
The clown turned the Desert Eagle around in his palm, put it in the quick-draw holster, and walked into the villa with Jiang Wei.
When Joker and Jiang Wei walked into the lobby on the third floor of the villa, more than a dozen foreign mercenaries had gathered in the lobby.
It can be judged just from the skin color of these mercenaries that they are from different countries and are gathered together simply because of their own interests. A dozen mercenaries are doing their own things in the spacious hall.
A white mercenary sitting on a single sofa was concentrating on weighing gunpowder and assembling bullets. It was as if his whole body was integrated into the air, and the surrounding speakers and noisy noises could not affect him. He absorbed every moment.
The assembled bullets are weighed one by one on the balance scale, and only the bullets that fully meet his requirements will be put aside.
Next to the mercenary sniper's sofa, there was an SSG3000 sniper rifle with a threaded barrel. The bullets he assembled were all prepared for this SSG sniper rifle.
Next to this mercenary sniper, there is a man who is two meters tall, wearing jungle camouflage combat pants on the lower body, belleville high-top jungle combat boots, and a black tight vest on the upper body. He is playing with a psv in his hand.
Black mercenary.
In terms of appearance, this black mercenary is undoubtedly the most exaggerated one among the mercenaries in the hall. Because in addition to the two bullet chains wrapped around his body in a cross shape, there is also a six-barrel Gatling gun at his feet.
Machine gun. The six black barrels reflect a ferocious color in the air.
In the direction of the kitchen, a handsome white mercenary who is about 30 years old, about 180 centimeters tall, and has a completely different temperament from the evil faces in the hall is making coffee with a coffee machine. The coffee is rich.
The aroma wafts through the kitchen.
After the clown walked into the hall, he sniffed hard, and the intoxicated expression that had appeared on the balcony once again appeared on his face, and said: "Gun oil, this smell is as charming as Chanel No. 5."
The clown clapped his hands, interrupted the busy mercenaries in the hall, and said: "Guys, the target has entered Wanagoga and has already headed to the embassy. It's almost time for us to take action."
Hearing the clown's words, the noisy hall immediately fell silent. Except for the white mercenary who was still helping to make coffee in the kitchen, everyone else stared at the clown with burning eyes, and there was a twinkle in the eyes of these mercenaries.
The same look - war-loving, a war-loving light!
"Cherubian, can you put your lovely coffee aside?" the clown said towards the kitchen.
“It takes a long time to brew a cup of top-quality Blue Mountain coffee.”
After a while, the white mercenary whom the clown called "cherubi" walked into the hall carrying two coffee cups, complaining, handed the cup in his left hand to the clown, and said: "The best
Blue Mountain coffee is definitely of world-class quality, why don’t you try it?”
"Just like I never doubted your IQ, I never doubted your ability to make coffee, but I'm not interested in this kind of thing." The clown shook his hand and rejected the kindness of the angel.
"Really? That's such a pity." Angel Cherub put the cup of coffee originally handed to the clown on the coffee table and said to the mercenary sniper: "Angel Quan, I'm taking advantage of you."
The sniper known as the "Angel of Power" grinned and said: "Then I am really honored."
However, before Angel Quan picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, the clown ordered him: "Angel Quan, you are fully responsible for this operation. I don't have any objection to whatever you want to do. These people are also all
At your disposal!"
"Understood!" Angel Quan licked his lips excitedly and said, "I will play well with them, I hope they will not let me down."
"Cherubian, please cooperate with Angel Quan's actions." The clown ordered Cherubian who was tasting coffee.
"Fortunately, this time Angel Quan is not the idiot of Blood Angel. If I are asked to cooperate with Blood Angel again, I will go crazy! I swear, I will really go crazy!" Angel Intellect put down the coffee cup and complained: "
That guy from Blood Angel is a brainless idiot. His IQ is comparable to that of a pig. It feels really terrible to cooperate with him!"
Everyone in "Dark Moon", even Jiang Wei, knows that the Joker has a mysterious operations team that only obeys his orders. Basically no one knows how many people there are in this team except the Joker himself.
Even old people who have been in the "Dark Moon" for a long time don't know, and even some people have never seen them at all.
Although this team and its members are very mysterious, there is a way to identify who is a member of this team. Each member of this team uses a weapon with a name such as Quan Angel and Cherubim.
The code name for the operation of the word "angel".
In addition, this mysterious operations team has a very high status in "Dark Moon", almost equal to "Death Merchant" Bugir Wingert! r1148