Battlefield Contract Worker

"Then what do we do now?" the black man whispered.

"Wait, wait for their further actions and see." Sean said cautiously, "At least so far we are not sure if they really want to launch a head-to-head military operation. Let your people, no! In addition to the local small warlords, they have many eyes and ears. I must spy on the mercenaries of the Black Island Company and pay attention to their every move. I want to get all the news about them as soon as possible. "

"I see, Captain." The black man nodded.

In the next few days, all the affairs of the Black Island Company in the Marka camp were under the monitoring of the Morningstar mercenaries and the local black militants. One message after another kept coming.

"Another group of Black Island mercenaries entered Malka's camp in the early hours of the morning, and the size was not about fifty people."

"At twelve o'clock at noon, a group of Black Island mercenaries landed in the port from the waterway. Three medium-sized armed ships transported about a hundred people, and there were also a large number of weapons and equipment."

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, a local arms dealer entered the Black Isle mercenary camp in Malka. Our men then tortured the arms dealer, who admitted to selling a batch of RPG rocket launchers and a dozen armed pickups to the Black Isle company. mercenaries. And they may have to buy a few recoilless guns."

The more Sean listened, the more ugly his face became. "Damn it! It seems that these guys are going to fight us to the death. Otherwise, why would you buy so many weapons?" "

"Half an hour ago, another group of people arrived. Adding the previous ones, they are now at least three hundred people. In addition to the mysterious O2 team, it is said that there is also the African Youth League that emerged in the Marwa War. The Black Panther personally led the team. Someone saw him." The black replied cautiously.

"Black Panther, you mean Black Panther Gulei?" Sean said in surprise, "He's here too? Damn, he's the director of the Black Island Company's African branch. If he was directly involved in directing this operation, our There's more pressure. Not to mention that mysterious O2 team. It's not looking good."

"But according to the information my people got, Black Panther Gu Lei is not the commander of this operation. He is only participating in the battle as a lower-level fighter this time. At least that's what the mercenaries said." The black man lowered his voice.

"Hmph, this must be a smokescreen. Black Panther Gu Lei is their No. 1 figure in the African branch. Who else can command him? But this guy is really powerful, and he is extremely influential in African countries." Sean frowned.

"It's not really, I heard that this time it was the direct command of the senior management of their Black Island Company." The black man said carefully.

"Silver Wolf Michel?!" Sean's face changed suddenly.

"No, listening to what they said, it seemed like they were talking about a fat man. I didn't hear the specifics clearly. Our people didn't dare to get too close." The black man thought for a while.

Sean's face was even more ugly this time. He had a headache and said, "Are they talking about Fatty Long?"

"Yes, yes, it seems to mean Fatty Long." The black man nodded.

Sean was silent, he paced back and forth a few steps, and whispered, "This time we are in big trouble."

"Trouble?" The black man frowned, "What trouble, aren't they already fooled by us? They are going to storm the Goat Rock, which just gives us the opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop."

"You know the shit!" Sean paced anxiously, "The original plan was to lure and kill the O2 team, and let out a bad breath. But I didn't expect that the other party would make such a big move. The most elite armed troop in Hei Dao wants to play against us. Fatty Long is still in charge, and this time, we are in big trouble."

"What about our previous plan to lure enemies?" the black man frowned, "Is it useless to them?"

"Use your brain, we are only less than two hundred people, we set traps and set traps. A team used to deal with them may be able to capture them. But this time is different. This time, it is the other party's three hundred elite troops. Five To six tactical teams, plus the wily Fatty Long. I have a very bad premonition." Sean frowned and shook his head.

"What's so scary about this? There are only three hundred of them at most, but we have a geographical advantage, and they haven't suspected me as an insider yet. We can completely design them with false information, lead them into a desperate situation, and completely suppress their emotions. The number advantage. It's like closing the door and hitting the dogs, let them in first, and then surround and destroy." The black explained.

"You know shit!" Sean scolded, "If the other party is a dog, it's good to close the door and beat the dog. If a beast is put in, how dare you close the door? It's good that you can seize the door and escape your life. It's more likely that you were torn to pieces by the beasts in the room. In this case, instead of closing the door and hitting the dogs, you would lead wolves into the room! Suicide!"

"It's so serious? Who is this Fatty Long? You're even the captain..." The black man glanced at Sean and didn't say any more.

"You mean I'm afraid of him too?" Sean said coldly.

The black man seemed a little suffocated and did not speak.

"You're right, not only am I afraid of him, but even Joe is afraid of him for three points. It's this **** fat man who made Morningstar what it is now, more than a year, just over a year! He just Leading a small company with an empty shell and trampling under our feet Chenxing, who used to be among the top five in the mercenary industry. Joe is only more afraid of him than Silver Wolf." Sean sighed.

"Then what do we do? Give up this plan?" the black man whispered ~www.wuxiahere.com~ No! This is the best chance to knock them down, but with our current capabilities it's not enough and we need more reinforcements. "Sean slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice.

"More reinforcements? But there are only so many of us here. Where can we find reinforcements, those warlords are okay to arm the civilians, but for these experienced and murderous mercenaries, they are simply useless. But the asking price Their appetite is huge, so we definitely can’t find them. Besides, these warlords are armed, their chests bang when they take the money, and when the gun rang, it’s not unheard of.” The black man said helplessly.

"Of course they are unreliable, a group of wine bags and rice sacks! They can't fight, and they can't be trusted. Those who really want to fight, the only ones who can be reliable at critical times can only be our own people." Sean thought for a while.

"Then where else can we get people? Or should we notify Mr. Qiao and let him transfer people in from outside?" The black man said helplessly.

"It's too late, and the large-scale personnel transfer will cause the other party to be alert." Sean frowned and thought for a while, "It's really impossible, let's transfer back the three teams stationed in the Chaos Camp?"