American TV series

In Cape Town...

The news of Sean's attack was sent back immediately. Without any hesitation or waiting for the order to call for help, the group of American soldiers who had followed Cape Town rushed out screaming.

Is this a simple boss attack?

This is fucking protecting the face!

There is no need to mobilize at all. These American soldiers have a strong sense of belonging to the umbrella. The world's largest PMC company does not receive the highest standards of reception wherever it performs tasks.

Even if everything happens locally, the other party will only dare to complain to the umbrella, but will not dare to initiate legal proceedings! This is not awesome enough, and it is not enough for you to have a sense of belonging!

Much more awesome than the employees of any Fortune 500 company!

20 military Humvees, with machine guns welded on top and ammunition belts attached, rushed onto the streets without any scruples. Press the accelerator to the bottom!

Press the horn to the end! Driving route? Red light?

It doesn’t exist, so you can get there as close as you want!

When you run through a red light, the machine guns on the roof of the car are pointed directly at the cars on both sides, and you can immediately hear the sound of sudden braking. The kind where you step on it and the tires are whirring and smoking.

It is much more effective than any traffic police command. Even if someone hits you in the back, you will stay in the car and not dare to move!

As soon as the car in front of me looks through the rearview mirror, I immediately get out of the way. I would rather drive the car onto the sidewalk than block it. As soon as I pass by, the traffic is paralyzed!

When several white traffic policemen saw a convoy of Hummers rushing towards them, the elderly one grabbed the person next to him and turned around without saying a word. The yellow-orange bullet belt was the highest-level pass!

Tube?

It doesn't exist. How can I care if I didn't see it at all?

You have eyes on the back of your head! You didn’t have eyes and you saw the bullet chain?

Come on, let me give you the traffic police clothes. You go and stop the car!

They waited for the convoy to pass before immediately reporting it to the authorities. The traffic department was also dumbfounded. Of course they knew that the convoy belonged to Sean, and they reported it to the government as soon as they arrived in Cape Town.

It is illegal to possess anti-personnel weapons in other countries, and no security company will show up with guns in the north. However, there is only one north in the world....

These PMC companies in other countries are not used to the laws of the legal department above you. I am a PMC registered in the United States. It complies with US law, which means it complies with the laws of all countries in the world!

Just so arrogant!

The news quickly reached President Frederick William de Klerk. So far, they have not received news of Sean's attack.

"You need to ask me?" De Klerk said with a dark face, "This is South Africa, they are breaking the law, understand!" The people below did not say anything, just lowered their heads and allowed them to be scolded.

Time waits for no one. Of course, De Klerk knew what the people below were thinking. He snorted and said, "Catch up and make an interception gesture."

One sentence sets the tone, and the people below immediately know what to do. Why is he the president? What he said is high-level.

Several keywords such as "catching up" and posture are not interception, but pursuit, which is from behind. In fact, it has no interception effect at all. The posture is better understood. Posture and attitude are not the result.

Sean has been keeping a low profile since he came to Cape Town. Now his subordinates suddenly started to make a fuss. You knew that something was going on without asking. If you rush to stop him at this time, wouldn't you be exposing others to thunder? The South African government is not stupid.

....·.

Although the Hummer fleet responded quickly, the first one to arrive at the scene was a Black Hawk helicopter gunship. Sean likes to take the Black Hawk with him when traveling. It is a multi-functional aircraft with powerful firepower and can meet various needs.

"Black Hawk 10 arrives in the sky, over."

"Very good, kill them and remember to stay alive." Sean said lightly. Armed helicopters are the natural enemies of the Army!

Rockets, heavy machine gun fire, Hellfire missiles, any of them are a nightmare for the army. If you are faced with an infantry pursuit on the grassland, you still have a chance to escape, but when faced with a helicopter, all you have to do is fight back.

At least die with dignity!

Waiting for the Hummer convoy to arrive

All that was left now was to clean up the battlefield and catch some fish that had slipped through the net. It was only then that South Africa's top brass received the news of Sean's attack.

-..

De Klerk frowned, looked at the people in the intelligence department and asked: "Tell me, who did it?" "It wasn't us." Rexati Guzman, the head of the intelligence department, replied.

"If you say it's not you, it's not you. This is South Africa. If you say it has nothing to do with us, who will believe it?" De Klerk slammed the table, "Go and explain it to the Americans and see if they believe it or not!"

Reshati Guzman shut up and stopped talking. Don’t say they didn’t find the mastermind behind the scenes. They didn’t even see the attackers alive. They let the people under the umbrella take them away, even their fucking corpses.

!

There are only a few weapons left. What’s interesting is that these weapons are all South African military equipment. Framed?

Rexati Guzman himself was not sure whether it was someone in the military who did it. Since Mandela was released, all kinds of ghosts and monsters have appeared in South Africa. He, who is engaged in intelligence, can't even see who is thinking what.

, which side to stand on.

Besides, what if we really find the mastermind behind it?

Will Sean believe it? Will the US government believe it? Will the Europeans believe it?

I’m afraid many people within the South African government don’t believe it!

Ordinary people will only believe what they want to believe, and politicians will only believe what is beneficial to them. Otherwise, if you throw evidence, even a video, in their faces, they will accuse you of slander.

Of course De Klerk knows, but this is not the reason for the people below to do things poorly. If you had discovered it earlier, everything would have been fine.

After Sean, the time bomb, entered South Africa, he ordered the intelligence agency to keep an eye on him, but something happened. "Could it be those niggas who did it?" De Klerk glanced sideways at Guzman.

Guzman was stunned for a moment. What's the benefit of blaming a nigger?

The president will not say anything casually, it is all purposeful. Obviously, the president is not concerned about the real person behind the scenes.

.....

Sean did not go to the appointment, and his whereabouts were leaked. It must not have been leaked by one of his own people, but who was it? When there was no way to be sure that the niggas had no suspicions, Sean could not go there again.

Who knows if there will be tons of explosives buried under his butt by then! If so, he would be dead even if he was sitting in Army One.

Frankly returned to the villa in Cape Town under the escort of helicopters and motorcades, and the survivors were also brought back.

I heard that the man in the family had been attacked, and a hole was torn in the roof of Army No. 1, which was made by an anti-tank missile. The women in the family were so frightened that they cried and screamed.

There is no rush to interrogate, but to collect some necessary information first so that we can determine whether the interrogation results are true or false. Therefore, Sean still has time to comfort these women.

There are too many women and it’s very annoying!…

"These people are not black. Although they look like mixed races, they are Tuagre and they are very troublesome." Lorraine held a piece of information in her hand and solemnly explained to Sean in detail what a Tuagre was.

"You mean, they must be hired." Sean frowned slightly, trouble! It's not the Tuagre people that are in trouble, it's that there are too many suspects in this situation!

"Do you have any judgment?"

Lorraine did not answer, but continued: "Their leader is called Musa. He is willing to cooperate with us in questioning, but he demands that his people be released."

"Fake, they attacked me with both RPGs and anti-tank missiles, and now they want me to let his people go. What do you think? You really think I, Sean, is easy to bully?" Sean was so angry.

"I suggest letting him go." Lorraine continued. Sean raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"I just said that the Tuagre people are very troublesome. They are a clan of mercenaries. Men have been working as mercenaries on the battlefield for generations." Sean laughed, "Then, am I afraid of them or am I afraid of them?"

"The people who attacked us this time were all elderly people over 40 years old, and they all have descendants and relatives.

I will definitely pick up a gun and fight." Lorraine looked serious, fearing that Sean would not take him seriously. He stepped forward and kicked Sean's feet. "It doesn't matter if the Tuagre died on the battlefield, but once they are captured,

If they are abused or slaughtered, their descendants, relatives and friends will take revenge. This is tradition!"

"If it were you, if your father or brother were killed, you wouldn't stop until the other person is killed!"

"I, he, fucked Fuck!" Sean didn't even know what to say. It was you who came to attack me. Hey! Is there any law?

Is there any royal method?

It’s as if I’m the heinous sinner!

Lorraine understood what Sean was thinking and continued to persuade: "For them, going to the battlefield to kill or be killed is a job for generations, so they attach great importance to the treatment of prisoners after the war. They don't want to die.

On the battlefield, they died after surrendering. This was their way of survival."

"Of course they can't win the umbrella of protection, but they can shoot black guns, and once they launch retaliatory actions, they have no bottom line. Their relatives and friends are all on their hunting list."

"But if you want to take revenge on them, it's very difficult. You don't even have identity information or a fixed address. How can you find it? They are still in a semi-nomadic state."

Sean was speechless. He was just barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

The so-called international public opinion is of no use to them. Maybe if they succeed in revenge, they will be praised. The weak will resist the strong, be sought after, and become heroes.

If Sean, on the other hand, engages in any kind of revenge massacre, he will definitely be criticized by the whole world.

He has made a lot of enemies over the years. Didn't you notice that some people attacked him? I don't know how many people are secretly hoping that he will make a fool of himself. I'm sure they won't mind giving it a push.

Damn it, that's not fair at all!

I, Sean, have now become the one being sacrificed in an unfair situation, which is so outrageous. "If I let them go, not everyone should learn from that!" Sean looked awkward.

"There is only one Tuareg in the world."

"Where are those ***?"

"You heard above that the *** attacked the rich. They only killed civilians!" Lorraine said with a cold face. Uh... okay.

When Sean thought about it, it was true that terrorist organizations would not dare to issue such an order to attack rich people. *** High-level people do not mean ***.

Sean was really angry, but now he couldn't give the order to kill them all. He was not afraid. He was followed by more than a dozen bodyguards every day, but what about his women and children? He couldn't be surrounded by everyone.

A group of bodyguards!

The Tuagre are a race that is at the bottom, has no culture, and has no hope of success. The average age of the men is less than 40. In this world, they are the bottom of the bottom, but they are also extremely ruthless!

It's really life-threatening. You want others', and even more, your own!

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of the Tuareg, I respect their traditions!" Sean said loudly, glaring at Lorraine.

Lorraine pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, "Yes, yes, respect other people's traditions. Mr. Sean is the most pure and kind person." "I suspect you are mocking me, and I already have evidence." Sean said with a dark face.

Lorraine walked out, and the injured received fairly good treatment. They had to be released anyway, so why not be more generous? As for Moussa, he was dead, and he knew that he had to give Sean an explanation.

"The man was wearing a robe, looked like an Arab, and gave 5 million..." He told everything he knew, but he really didn't know much.

After arriving in South Africa, the weapons were ready, and there was enough food in the room for half a month. The time and address of the attack were notified by phone, and then it was gone.

The report was sent to Sean. After seeing that everyone was in bad condition, he just let a group of enemies go? "Is there a target?" Sean looked up at Armstrong.

"There are no clues. Based on the motive, it may be the South African government. They don't want black people to get the right to vote." Armstrong said.

"I also said that black people are the most powerful outside the city. In order to frame the South African government, I hope we will fight with the government." Sean translated.

Rolled his eyes.

Armstrong shrugged, "It could be a European or an American. There are only so many interests, and everyone wants to get more of the cake. Now you are the target of public criticism. If you win, they can share the cake. If not, you will be on the front line."

It’s no loss at all.”

"Oh, by the way, ***, Botswana is possible, they want South Africa to decline!"

Damn Fuck!

Ordinary cases are easy to solve, but the most annoying thing is that when politics is involved, especially when it comes to international politics, all kinds of evil spirits and monsters will appear, and your closest partners may be the ones stabbing you in the back.

"I think those are the niggas!" Sean said viciously. Armstrong:???

You are cooperating with those niggas, you are allies, they are your beloved relatives and friends! Sean looked at Armstrong sideways, "What's the problem?"

"No, it was those niggas who did it. They are the only ones who know that you are going there today, boss, and know the exact time and route. Who else could it be if they weren't you?" Armstrong immediately changed his attitude and said with a look of hatred on his face: "Besides them

In the eyes, white people have nothing good that can make white people bite... Ahem, making white people fight among themselves is the biggest motive. The evidence is conclusive and irrefutable."

"Very good, I'll give you two days to come up with evidence and make it public!" Sean nodded with satisfaction.

If he doesn't squeeze more money out of these niggas this time, he will never give up! As for the man behind the scenes...