Battlefield Contractor

"Pop!" A cup hit the ground, but it didn't break, because the ground was covered with blue carpet. But the coffee in the cup stained the beautiful carpet.

After falling a cup, Lannis was still angry and pointed to White's face in the white glove and shouted, "Why didn't you report the whereabouts of O2?"

"General, I have to correct a little. It's not that I know the whereabouts of O2, but that my people ran into the O2 squad during the search, and they didn't even have time to inform me. You know, the battle is going on very intensely. We People died, and several died. Do you think we don't want to ask for help? But the communication equipment was broken." White said helplessly. "And as soon as I got the news from them, I immediately notified you without any delay."

Lannis couldn't get angry, and said helplessly, "Where might they be now?"

"I think this can be found with the help of US military satellites." White smiled slightly.

"I've been looking for it, and we have found it." Lannis said slowly, "They were driving along the course, but when they approached the Gulf of Aden, there was a sudden violent explosion and all three ships sank."

"Sinked?" White frowned. "This must be fake. They knew they might be traced, so they deliberately destroyed the ship."

Lannis nodded, "I think so too. But where can their people go?"

"They must have disembarked on the way, used automatic navigation to arrive at the reserved sea area, and then detonated. Create the illusion of the shipwreck to confuse us." White frowned.

"What about their people?" Lannister said, "I don't care what tricks they are playing, I just want to know where they are. They are a group of troubles, and I only know that this trouble must be resolved as soon as possible."

"Of course, I will try my best to help you. After all, I don't have the slightest affection for them." White smiled and turned around and said, "I have something to do, let me go."

Lannis, a man wearing white gloves, felt a sense of frustration in his heart. He didn't expect that the mercenaries on the black island were so crazy, they were declaring war on him at all costs. And can you really withstand the pressure and solve them smoothly? Lannis felt a trace of suspicion for himself for the first time.

Walking out of the Pentagon, White turned his head and smiled coldly, "What a self-righteous guy, do you really think I am a mercenary who is profitable? If you want to use me for business, I will use him in turn. General? I bother!"

Just then, the phone in White's pocket rang. He took it out, his expression stagnated, and after taking a deep breath, he connected the phone. The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have an accent, but it seemed very peaceful, even though his voice was a little hoarse.

"White. How have you been?" the man said lightly.

White said solemnly, "It really is you, what do you want?"

"Nothing. Just to remind you that without my permission, your people in Africa had better not move around. Otherwise, I would be irresponsible. Oh, even you are the same." The man's voice was peaceful, but his tone was extreme. Arrogant.

"Red Baron, don't go too far. I can naturally move freely in Africa. Why, don't you dare to attack me?" White angered.

"Don't you dare? It's okay if you think like this." The red baron on the other end of the phone sneered immediately, "You can try it. Maybe you will be shot the moment you set foot on the land of Africa. Shot through the head. It's a pity that your handsome blond hair is."

"You can't scare me, the Grand Duke did not speak, you dare not kill me." White Glove White sneered.

"Maybe. But the Grand Duke can't stand up for a dead person, what do you think?" The Red Baron smiled arrogantly.

White's face changed, "Then what are you going to do with those mercenaries?"

"Why should I deal with them? Now that the black island has completely collapsed, they can no longer engage in public activities. It has no effect on what I am doing. But you, from time to time, want to make small actions behind me. I can bear you for a long time. Now." Red Baron said coldly. "You know, I am a person who is not used to patience."

The phone hung up. White Glove White stood there with a gloomy face for a long time before suddenly erupting. "Red Baron, you will die in my hands sooner or later!" He smashed the phone in his hand to pieces before suddenly turning away.

On a large ocean-going ship, Lin Rui and all the members of the Black Island put on work clothes and helmets, just like a group of workers. They have changed their identities. Currently, they are workers involved in a certain international aid project in Sierra Leone. They had new passports in their arms, and new identification badges hung around their necks.

"We are now European again? Mr. Long, how did you buy these people and help us get this new identity?" Lin Rui frowned and asked Long Zhengwu beside him.

"I have many friends." Long Zhengwu shrugged. "It is not difficult for them to find me a new job."

"But, are you European?" Lin Rui said helplessly.

"There are Chinese in the whole world." Long Zhengwu shrugged.

Sergey leaned over, with a look of irritation, "This is another way to say, I feel strange, why our identity can only be ordinary workers. Your identity, but the project supervisor?"

Long Zhengwu touched his stomach and said, "Have you ever seen a blue-collar worker of my size? With my stomach, you can be a boss or a high-level executive. You are a red-haired, small, gangster who jumps up and down. Like a thief. Do you want to be a senior executive?"

Sergey was speechless and shook his head helplessly.

"Remember all. From now on, you are all workers, and I am your foreman." Fatty Long said solemnly, "At least until Freetown, we must maintain this important identity."

"Understood, boss." Lin Rui nodded.

"Why don't you go to work? Want to deduct your salary?!" Long Zhengwu immediately shouted, "And you, go to work!" After he finished speaking, he wandered away.

Lin Rui Ergai smiled and said, "Sorry Russian guy, at least your image is not as powerful as Fatty Long."

Jiang An couldn't help it anymore, and he couldn't help laughing while lying there, and the rest of the Black Island company members also laughed. Finally got rid of the enemy's pursuit, they were very happy. However, they still don't know how long this happiness can last.

Black Panther Goulei seemed calmer than anyone else, and the sea outside was silent. Ten days, they have ten days to prepare for this operation.

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