Battlefield Contractor

At the same time in the porcelain workshop in the old city of Fes. Several terrorists, headed by Wilfred Rayleigh, are also getting together to discuss the next countermeasures.

"Oh, boss, I always think we have done this a bit too far?" A terrorist lowered his voice. "After all, we killed more than 20 Moroccan soldiers, and the mercenaries who helped us were not killed.

In this case, will it bring danger to our current actions? "

"You mean Summerfield? Those mercenaries are not worth our hands, and keeping them is good for us." Replied Wilfred Reilly.

"After such a big incident, the Moroccan side must have gone crazy to find us. As a result, the mercenaries who participated in the operation with us were not killed. I always feel uneasy." The terrorist whispered.

"Don't worry, I deliberately kept the mercenaries alive. The mercenary leader Samfield found himself involved in such a thing.

What do you think he will do? He must not have the courage to fight with the Moroccans. The only way is to run away.

Then his best way to run is to leave Western Sahara in Morocco. Because he is a Berber, many of his relationships are concentrated there.

So there is the best choice for him to escape. The Moroccans will track him down soon. In this way, Moroccans’ attention will be drawn to Western Sahara by them.

Even if they completed the hunt, they successfully caught Samfield. Samfield didn't know where we were either.

In this way, we won enough time. So let's complete other deployments in Fes.

And even if they realize that we are deliberately drawing their attention. They will also focus on Rabat, instead of paying attention to Fes. "Wifred Rayleigh sneered.

"So it is." Several terrorists under him all nodded.

"Learn something, this is the strategy. Mr. Black Panther personally explained, we follow his plan, we can't go wrong." Wilfred Reilly replied.

While speaking, another member of the terrorist came in outside, and he whispered a few words in the ear of Wilfried Reilly.

Wilfred Rayleigh frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"Not sure. And since the afternoon until now, we have not been out. But there are often some pedestrians around, although they look like locals. But it does not rule out the possibility of us being targeted." The terrorist member whispered.

"So soon? We just arrived not long ago, are we being watched so soon?" Wilfred Riley frowned.

"There are other possibilities. After all, the old city is crowded and chaotic, so there are more idlers. But I think we should be careful." The terrorist whispered.

Wilfried Reilly raised his hand, "No, what you said is very reasonable. It's a big deal, and we have to be careful.

Then send someone out to stare at it. If there are many people around and strange faces who have not been there before, immediately come back and report to me. "

"Unfamiliar faces? If someone wants to monitor us, shouldn't it be the people who have been here before?" the terrorist asked in a low voice.

"No, you don't understand. If someone is looking at us, he must be an expert in tracking and monitoring.

These people usually don’t stare at us, because it’s easy to expose. Usually they will alternate and stare at us.

In this case, they are more likely to be exposed. Think about it, this alley is full of local craftsmen.

If they frequently appear nearby, it is normal. Because this is where they work, some people have not left the city for more than ten years.

But if you change someone in a while, it means that there are many strangers around. This is where we are really targeted. "Weverfried Reilly sneered.

"What should we do if we find that we are really being targeted?" the terrorist group member whispered.

"Calm down, if you really find someone watching us. Don't reveal any flaws, pretend you don't know, and then find a way to leave from the secret tunnel.

The room upstairs has a door that leads to several buildings next to it. You can go up to the roof from there, and then evacuate along the right side to leave the block. "Wifred Rayleigh whispered.

"But why did they lock us so quickly? According to the truth, we didn't show any traces that could be traced. Moreover, there are those mercenaries as bait to confuse the other's judgment.

How could they track us so quickly? "The member of the terrorist group whispered.

"Whatever the reason, and whatever the specific reason? If we detect that someone is watching us, then we must retreat immediately.

Don't forget, we have bigger and more important tasks. "Wifred Rayleigh whispered.

"Understood." The member of the terrorist group nodded decisively and turned to leave.

This group of terrorists is indeed cautious, even if the Horus group is far away, monitoring them, they are also aware of them.

Fortunately, the Horus group's surveillance personnel have already evacuated. They have been distributed on the more outer streets, using several hidden cameras for remote monitoring and observation.

So this terrorist member. I went around for a while and found nothing.

In addition, this terrorist had only had doubts before, and was uncertain whether the people around him were real enemies.

In addition, the few idlers who had attracted his attention before now had already left. The members of this terrorist organization finally let go of their hearts and turned back to Wilfred Rayleigh. Reported the situation outside.

"You mean there is no one on the street?" Wilfried Reilly asked in a low voice.

"The two that aroused my suspicion before did not appear, but there were no new strangers either. The remaining few people were some neighbors who lived nearby." The terrorist replied in a low voice, "It should be me before too. I'm nervous, so it looks like everyone is watching us."

"It's necessary to be careful. But since no one is following us in secret, it is always good news for us." Wilfred Reilly nodded.

"Boss, those few things..." A terrorist looked at the feet of Wilfried Reilly.

"Don't worry, things are safe. I will carry them with me until I act." Waverard Riley nodded. At the foot of his side, there were two black suitcases.