Battlefield Contractor

The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization's convoy finally set off again after staying in Agrasha for two days.

The original Agrasha militia guards still refused to let them go. After the joint counter-terrorism forces negotiated, they reluctantly agreed to open the road and let them leave.

Ander did not miss the appointment either. He picked up the convoy at the nearest checkpoint from Agrasha and continued to move forward with a group of anti-terrorist alliance soldiers escorting the convoy.

"Everything is normal, he has nothing to change. The people he brought with him are also from the joint counter-terrorism force." The little black head of the secret agency reported to White Glove White very submissively.

"So it seems that he has no problem." White Glove nodded.

"Last time, the husband frightened him. Now he should not dare to disobey the husband in the slightest.

Not to mention carrying your husband on your back, playing tricks behind your back. "The black man nodded.

"No matter what, it's better to be careful. I always feel a little uneasy after this trip. I always feel that something is about to happen." White Glove White sighed.

But nothing really happened along the way. Although they passed several checkpoints guarded by soldiers, most of them were members of the joint counter-terrorism force.

After Andel greeted them, they stopped asking more and let them go.

After all, Andel is an officer of the joint counter-terrorism force. Sometimes even General Duer would give him face, not to mention the soldiers below.

It looks like what Ander said. Due to his advance arrangement, most checkpoints have been replaced. They are the people of the joint counter-terrorism force.

After passing a checkpoint, the vehicle leading the road suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop suddenly? Isn't Andel in front? Ask him what's the matter." The white gloves frowned slightly. "

The black man hurriedly got out of the car, took a few green militants, and walked towards the vehicle in front.

"What's the matter?" the black man walked over and asked.

"I can only send it here. A little further ahead is the control zone of the Jihad League. We are wearing these clothes and cannot go there." Andel shook his head.

"You only send it to us?" The black man frowned. "It looks like there is still a lot of road."

"There is indeed a lot of roads, but I advise you not to rush over. It's best to contact people from the Alliance here and let them send someone to pick you up." Andel shook his head.

"Why can't we go directly?" The black man frowned.

"Don't forget what you are here for, you are here to repair the relationship between us and the Jihadist League. If there is no problem with this relationship, why do you need to repair it?

In fact, they hate us quite a bit now. If they go straight like this, they will open fire without hesitation.

If you want to cause unnecessary conflicts, then go in swaggeringly. Anyway, I can't accompany me. "Andel shook his head.

"Are you leaving now?" The black man frowned.

"Of course, I am still a member of the joint counter-terrorism force in name. If I were sent into a terrorist-occupied area and come back alive, I am afraid that my undercover status will be completely over." Andel shook his head, "So You all have to walk on your own for the next part of the journey. My work ends here."

The black people in the secret society can only come back and tell White Glove White about this situation.

The White Glove was silent for a while, "He is right. After all, his current identity is undercover in the joint counter-terrorism force.

If he wants to leave, let him go. Let the brethren under you stay on the spot, and call the people in the current alliance through the wireless channel. Let them come and pick us up. "White Gloves pondered for a while, "One more thing, after the terrorists have arrived-try to be polite to them." "

After the evacuation was approved, Andel did not stop and immediately returned to Ossid's camp.

The White Gloves and other secret society members waited in place for the jihadists to respond.

In fact, they have always been in contact with the Jihadist League. So the White Gloves waited for less than 30 minutes, and a group of teams drove over from far away.

They were all old armed pickup trucks, and the terrorists in the car looked at them with terrible eyes.

White Glove White got out of the car and tidied the cuffs and placket of his suit. He asked in Arabic, "Who is in charge?"

"I am." A strong militant on the opposite side nodded.

"Well, take us to see Alva." White Gloves smiled.

"Do you know Alva?" the militant frowned.

"Of course, we are old friends. And we have dealt with it more than once. Otherwise, he won't let you come to pick me up, right?" White Gloves smiled.

"Sorry, but the task I received is to catch you back." The little leader of the Jihad Alliance waved, and all his terrorists held up their guns.

White Glove smiled, "It seems that we do have a lot of misunderstandings. But it doesn't matter, as long as he sees me again and talks to me, it may change his current view."

The little leader of the Jihad League also ignored them, but directly ordered his team to disperse, and surrounded the team of White Gloves and others.

It looks like it is protecting, but it is actually to prevent their vehicles from escaping.

White glove White's mouth raised a sneer. Of course he knew what the intentions of these terrorists were. But he didn't care at all.

He didn't deal with these terrorists in a day or two. I also know what these people are.

Don't look at the wicked ones, but these people are easy to be bought. Because these terrorists all have their own ambitions and opinions.

Their terrorist attacks are nothing more than spreading their influence through the mouth of everyone. What can really expand its influence is the overall strength of a terrorist organization.

To do this, money is needed. And a lot of money is needed.

So these terrorists seem to be staunch jihadist warriors, but in fact they are also the ones who are the easiest to bend for money.

With the gold backing in the car, the white gloves can confidently rely on their own bargaining skills. Convince the leaders of the Jihad League to continue working for them. .

There is no need to care about these little guys at this time. After seeing Alva, everything will naturally be resolved satisfactorily.

White Glove White sat in the car very calmly, allowing the driver beside him to keep up with the vehicle led by the terrorists.

Alva’s camp is very remote. After suffering several times in a row, the leader of the jihadist alliance had to become cautious.

The camp is also full of armed jihadists armed with live ammunition.