"Is the news reliable?" Bono asked expressionlessly.

"Reliable, that person is their support in the city." The colonel replied decisively.

The arsenal that the enemy wanted to blow up was stockpiled with a large number of their weapons, ammunition, as well as reserved cars and tanks, which was very important to the Italian army.

Because things are too important, he personally confirmed that after learning about the other party's plan from the traitor, he thought it was very authentic.

Moreover, it is said that the team led an important figure this time. Before seeing anyone, the colonel decided to keep the news in his heart.

"Let them come in... If one runs away, you can get out." Bono said with his eyes full of viciousness like an eagle.

"Yes." The colonel saluted and turned away.

Bono was the only one in the quiet office. He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. Bono couldn't help but clench his fists when he thought of his future destiny.

When this battle ended, it was when he was ‘retired’. As for whether he retired from the army or was completely destroyed, it is still unknown.

Bono urgently needed an opportunity to change his destiny, but he could not see any hope where this opportunity lies.

At 2 o'clock in the evening, the city that was suffering from war was terrible and even the cries of insects and birds disappeared.

Apart from the occasional patrol patrols passing by on the street, there is no one else seen.

Under the dark night, a team of 50 people was quietly heading towards the southeast of the city, and it was originally a "army warehouse" of a noble mansion.

Their movements were swift and silent, and they soon arrived outside the noble's mansion.

Looking at the brightly lit manor, the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the lawn in front of them looked at each other and nodded vigorously, then rushed out of the darkness.

"Enemy attack..." The screams pierced the night, and the flames sprayed in the darkness took away life, and soon all the patrol soldiers on the grass were killed.

"Hurry up." With an order, the team quickly touched the gate.

Two Egyptian soldiers leaned against the wall, and more than a dozen Egyptian soldiers stood in front of the door, saying that they were ready. They nodded and pulled the door open.

There was no warning. For the Egyptian army, killing all the Italians who appeared in front of them and driving away the invaders was their only mission.

But at the moment the door opened, despair appeared in front of everyone.

A sand castle half a person tall was piled up with a pitch-black muzzle on it, and four heavy machine guns were facing the door. The soldiers holding the trigger showed the cruelty of beasts in their eyes.

"Fire." With an order, the broken limb was knocked away everywhere. A bloody rain broke out in front of the door. The soldiers who were shot and fell to the ground had not died immediately.

"Retreat is a trap." Seeing this scene, a white man in the team behind him changed his expression and wanted to retreat.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The sound of tracks crushing the road surface came, and lights were on the surrounding rooms, and thousands of soldiers surrounded the place. In order to ensure that everything was foolproof, even the tanks were dispatched.

"Breakthrough." Seeing this scene, the white man was not desperate, and immediately organized the only dozen people left by his side to lead them to break through.

Bang.

With a gunshot, the white man covered his shoulders incredibly, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"Instructor, you have done enough. This is our war." The inner man who was responsible for leading the way for them said with a sarcastic smile on his face.

The others were stunned by this scene. One of them suddenly shouted angrily, "Gambat," and turned the gun to kill the traitor, but the position on his chest was instantly penetrated by a bullet.

Ignoring his companion who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, the white man looked at Gambat with a bright smile: "Haha, I said you are the best among these people, Gambat, you didn't disappoint me."

Looking at the Italian army gradually approaching, the white man suddenly reached out and grabbed the grenade at his waist.

"Don't worry, what are you going to do?" Gambat looked at him nervously, but when the colonel ordered him to catch him, he could only helplessly aim the gun at the other party's calf.

Bang.

Gambat breathed a sigh of relief when he shot the white man's calves on the skeleton. He just relaxed but found that the instructor in front of him had not fallen.

"Gambat, go to hell with me!" With a rampant roar, the white man who was hit by two bombs leaned forward and rushed towards Gambbat a few meters away like a cheetah.

At this moment, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain on his calves. He kicked hard and splashed blood everywhere, but his face was full of ferociousness and ferociousness. He rushed into his arms and fell backwards.

"No..."

boom!

Two corpses appeared on the ground, and the exploded steel balls shot out, piercing the hearts of other Egyptian troops.

When the colonel in charge of command came from behind, there were only a pile of corpses left at the scene, and the entire face was blown up by steel balls, like a meat sauce ‘Anonymous.’

"fk..." Looking at the other party's face that seemed to be gnawed by a wild beast, the colonel cursed angrily with his chest undulating and rough clothes.

The next day, reports about Western countries being hypocritical, while singing "pacifism" while secretly supporting the Egyptian army and Italian army to fight, with the intention of dragging down Italy appeared in their territory and soon spread to other countries.

Mussolini was even furious and communicated with Britain and France. As for whether he greeted the other party's whole family in a cordial tone, the outside world is unknown.

…………

Li Zitao, who was inspecting the Texas oil field in North America, casually put the newspaper at hand and said with a smile; "Where did you say just now, let's continue."

This large-scale oil field located in the Midland Basin was named Schlumberger Oil under the struggle of Li Zitao.

Schlumberger deserves such honors, gaining both fame and fortune, and will also allow them to work for themselves with peace of mind.

Since learning about the difficulty of mining in the Midland Basin, Schlumberger's position in the field of oil services has increased day by day, and all the calls he has attracted have been called.

At the shareholders' meeting of mobil, some people also mentioned the importance of Schlumberger and some people were frequently exposed to their news in private.

If it weren't for this, mobil wouldn't have given this easy to the Schlumberger brothers easily.

Schlumberger Oil has officially started to be exploited and set up an oil supply pipeline in the south. With the mobil channel, it will radiate oil supply in five states in the future.

The CA standard is entering Arizona, which is also the goal of Mobil.

This year's mobil's sales have decreased by 13 percentage points compared with last year. Although it is regrettable, it has actually increased by 33 percentage points compared with 33 years.

However, the sales volume in 34 years has been too amazing, which has made mobil develop a big appetite.

However, I believe no one is willing to do something like "investment and enemy" again, and the European market is also coveting.
Chapter completed!