South Africa. Cape Town Stadium.

A distinctive metered taxi stopped by the street. A right hand embroidered with tattoos stretched out, holding a cigarette. The body hair looked very lush, and there was a Wenger watch on it.

"Let us cheer together, it is Campbell who scored the goal! gollllllllllllllll...!!"

The cheers from the stadium were overwhelming and deafening.

"Hey, let me tell you, how long do we have to wait?" The hand retracted, and sitting in the co-pilot was a rough-looking man with a beard, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking like a fairy.

The man sitting in the driving position was much cleaner, with a shaved head, a telescope in his hand, looking at a single-family villa outside the stadium, breathing evenly, and suddenly, a figure appeared in his sight.

A man with a medium build and a hat, holding a garbage bag in his hand.

"Out."

"How many people are there?" The rough man quickly threw away the cigarette butt and sat up straight.

"one person."

The man put down the telescope and picked up the walkie-talkie at his feet, "The target appears, group A follows up, group B sideways, and group C's plan is in progress."

"Received!" came back three times from inside.

…

In the villa.

Gao Jianguo was wiping an SSG-69 sniper rifle with tenderness in his eyes. This medium-caliber sniper rifle produced by Steyr-Manlicher Co., Ltd. in 1969 can hit the portrait target at a distance of 400 meters.

Hit the chest target at a distance of 800 meters, and the hit rate against the moving target at a distance of 800 meters is no less than 80%.

This gun was used on the largest battlefield in East Asia in the 1970s.

Gao Jianguo was one of them. He once occupied a high point and used this gun to crush an enemy's skull from a distance of 750 meters!

The other person in front of him, the accomplice named Eagle, was holding a cigarette, sitting on the sofa, assembling a pistol, and then put him into a suitcase. In this suitcase, there were several weapons, as well as grenades, another nickname

The stupid man was cooking inside the house.

Ding dong…

At this moment, the doorbell rang. Gao Jianguo turned around, stared at the door, and winked at the eagle.

Anzi goes out to throw away garbage and buy daily necessities, but when she comes back she won't ring the doorbell!

They stayed in South Africa for half a month and just didn't go out because their mission failed. The mission they received through channels to assassinate Somali Joe Darrow failed. They were almost trapped. They stayed away as soon as they missed a hit.

The assassin continued to wait for the opportunity, and all he waited for was death.

Eagle nodded, stood up with a pistol, and just as he was about to leave, he bent down, took a grenade and hid it in his trouser pocket, and then went to open the door.

He opened the door and saw two men wearing South African uniforms standing at the door. He could not speak English and just looked at each other with his eyes. His other hand was placed inside the house with a gun in his hand.

"Sir, we are from the city government and we are here to collect water and electricity bills."

The eagle was confused and shouted into the house, "Boss, two hanging men are here. I can't understand any of the bird language they are saying."

As soon as Gao Jianguo turned over on the sofa, he also cursed, "Do you think I know?"

Most of these people are illiterate. In this era, it is very good to have attended junior high school.

Are you talking nonsense?

What's more, the idioms may not be entirely clear.

When Gao Jianguo came over, the two employees pretending to be city government staff looked at each other. When the other party came over, they suddenly got angry. The person on the right opened the door and raised the eagle with his shoulders, and one kneeled

, pressed against his stomach. Under such circumstances, Eagle was still holding the weapon tightly in his hand. If it had been anyone else, he would have lost it long ago.

This scene happened very quickly, and Gao Jianguo's reaction was also very fast, but there was still a difference in the coordination between the brain and the body. At this time, another employee also walked over and whipped him.

Gao Jianguo's melee combat ability was obviously not good, so he was in a hurry. He raised his hands to resist, but he was kicked in the stomach.

"Don't move! Gentlemen, you are under arrest."

The employee who kicked the opponent away took out his pistol and pointed it at Gao Jianguo, who was lying on the ground, and Dasha, who was about to jump up from the sofa, pointing at the latter, "Raise your hands, let me see your hands!"

Dasha looked very stupid. Although he couldn't understand what the other party was talking about, he could clearly tell it from his expressions and movements. He also understood that these two people were very strong in close combat.

People may not be able to do it well, and they are completely at a disadvantage in terms of body and flexibility.

At this time, four or five people rushed in from outside the door, and Gao Jianguo's face turned completely ugly.

md! Fucked!

…

At this time, Anzi couldn't escape. He realized that someone was following him, so he turned into the side path, but it was a dead end, and the road was blocked due to construction.

Anzi heard the footsteps behind him and turned around sharply.

Six white men in suits, holding swing sticks and slanting their hands, looked at each other.

The eyes of both sides collided fiercely in mid-air, and then... Anzi roared, rushed over, and beat each other.

It is said that two fists are no match for four hands. Anzi was able to knock over two at most and was knocked to the ground. He held his head and screamed. A stick was hit on his neck, knocking him unconscious.

squeak…

A van parked at the entrance of the alley, and these people dragged Anzi, who was knocked unconscious, and threw him into the van. This scene was seen by many pedestrians and they all called 10111 to call the police. But strangely, the feedback they received was.

"Acting! It's all acting. Thank you very much for your support."

…

It was already night when John came out of Aidid's mansion.

Sitting in a military off-road vehicle, folding his hands and frowning, his thoughts drifted into the distance.

Aidid's "business" was still lingering in his mind.

"I heard that Mr. Nicholas is very familiar with Lieutenant Colonel Grant of the US Army? I want him to help me connect. I want to buy their armed helicopters."

idiot!

Fool!

Whimsical.

When John heard the other party's request, he was really stunned.

Just one warlord in Somalia wants an Apache? That's ridiculous.

But when Aidid made the following conditions, John was also moved.

"As long as you help pull the strings, I promise that when our Beledven City Guards are established, all basic weapons will be purchased from your company, and the weapons and equipment for no less than 2,000 people will be purchased."

This condition was hard to refuse.

Arming an army, such as having one AK47 per person, costs 1.6 million US dollars.

Plus bullets, grenades and other individual weapons.

The order of several million was enough for John to be excited. Of course, he just forwarded the news to Tang Dao. As for cooperation or not, it was the boss who had the final say. After all, Grant was here.

The lieutenant colonel of the Takashi family!

The baby in Uncle Sam's arms.

This title can still deceive people, especially after the Gulf War, the world is shrouded in the uncle's pipe.

When John returned to the headquarters, as soon as he jumped out of the car, his deputy Pierce came over in a hurry. Before he could speak, the latter nodded, "The operation in South Africa was successful. They were all caught. Do you want to send them to

somalia?"

"Successful? That's good." John unbuttoned his suit, mainly because it was a bit hot, "Those people have received professional training, and they must ensure safety when transporting it here."

"A tiger without its claws doesn't have much attack power," Pierce said with a smile.

John glanced at him. In fact, when he was in Delta, the instructor said something.

"Fighting is never inevitable. When you relax, death will have its sickle hooked around your neck!"
Chapter completed!