Chapter 677

After fighting all day, everyone was tired, hungry and thirsty.

The tea in the tray was suddenly robbed by the big guy.

"Wait!"

Bangs looked at everyone and frowned.

"Don't you think there's something wrong?"

Everyone was stunned. Look at me, I'll look at you.

Jin Donghai put down his tea cup, looked at Qin Fei and said, "is your man reliable?"

When Jin Donghai asked, even Qin Fei couldn't answer with certainty.

After all, Ibrahim was introduced by Victor and only met for one night. Ibrahim himself is nothing. As for the iron degree of the relationship between him and Aziz, he can't talk freely.

"Ibrahim himself should have no problem. As for Aziz..." Qin Fei shook his head: "I'm not sure, but if you really want to kill us, you can do that just now."

They thought it was reasonable. Qin Fei's analysis was right. They could kill their seven people when they were surrounded before.

"I think..." bangs glanced at everyone, "we still need to see..."

"Look?"

Everyone looked at each other and put down their tea cups.

……

Outside bagil.

A strong wind swept across the ground, raising fine sand.

Kosayev, the leader of the Black Sun mercenary, took out the Zippo lighter, banged in the wind and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He took a puff and the tail of the cigarette lit up suddenly.

As a former member of the Romanian special forces, today is a black day for kosayev. At least he and his men have never suffered such setbacks in their previous actions, and today can only be described as heavy losses.

Moreover, what annoys the former special forces veteran most is that the other party has only one-third of its own troops.

Although he knew that he was tracking a large naval special unit, the most depressing thing for kosayev was that he had ambushed this unit in the valley. Seeing that victory was in sight, he suddenly didn't know where to drill out another mercenary unit and sneaked into his own people behind his back.

This threat and warning never appeared in the previous intelligence. After the first ambush failed, kosayev finally got the latest intelligence information.

The mercenary unit that attacked itself actually had three Chinese nationals from Z and one Chinese American. They were all from tiyo in Africa. They were the upstarts in the African mercenary circle recently and were popular fried chicken.

X mercenary regiment.

This name makes kosayev gnash his teeth.

Because of the emergence of this unit, he lost two Hummers and more than 20 people before and after, and was severely scolded by his immediate boss. If Qinglong is here now, with Qinglong's violent temper, he will pull out a pistol against his head, and then threaten to break it.

That's irritating! Fark!

He cursed in his heart, raised his head and saw the lights of two cars on the dirt road leading to the outside of the city in bajile city.

"Here we are."

He muttered to himself, dropped his cigarette butt and stamped out the sparks on the cigarette end on the ground.

Good luck. I finally caught the fish with my net.

More than half an hour ago, his satellite monitoring signal was suddenly cut off for no reason. After contacting the command center, he found that the server in the transit data station in the military base on the Chagos Islands was invaded by unknown hackers and directly forcibly interrupted the signal.

For a moment, kosayev was a little flustered.

Fortunately, the naval technicians at the transfer station quickly eliminated the problem and began to search and lock again.

Kosayev has to admit that the Americans really have some abilities. No wonder they dare to dominate the planet.

Finally, the abandoned ural truck was found in the vicinity outside bajile City, which shows that the cars of the X mercenary corps and the Jiaolong team were broken and they abandoned the car here.

In order to prevent Qin Fei and others from finding new means of transportation, kosayev sent the news that the satellite signal was interrupted and the Jiaolong team lost its trace back to the Qinglong team. The team leader Qinglong directly contacted several nearby towns where the Jiaolong team might go through the intelligence network and issued a hanging reward - who can find the Jiaolong team will receive a reward of US $2 million.

Sure enough, kosayev received a call a few minutes later.

Aziz, the leader of tribal militia, the actual controller of Bajil City, called himself and claimed that the z-nation team was in their city, was closely controlled and was willing to conclude the deal.

Money makes the devil go round.

Kosayev suddenly sighed and remembered that during the Gulf War, the special forces of the rice army and CIA intelligence personnel entered the war zone with a large number of brand-new US dollars in their backpacks, and then directly asked them to give up their weapons and surrender by bribing officers and generals.

So the so-called elite Republican Guard finally "mysteriously" disappeared without even a decent resistance. This is the power of the dollar.

In Yemen, an area of perennial war, 2 million US dollars is astronomical.

Two pickup trucks stopped in front of the Hummer team.

The door opened and Aziz still chewed on the leaves of Chateau grass.

"Are you the ones who offer a reward?"

Looking at kosayev, Aziz's eyes showed a greedy light.

"Yes, it's us." kosayev stepped forward two steps and looked at Aziz: "where is the person I want now?"

"Of course it's in my city." Aziz said with a determined mouth: "they're still alive. They're in our base camp. So far, they're still my guests."

"Very good." kosayev turned his head and winked at the people around him.

A mercenary opened the door, took out a backpack from it, went to the Hummer and handed it to kosayev.

Kosayev took the backpack and put it heavily on the hood of the Hummer.

"Get the money and take us to them immediately," kosayev said. "I ask you to call your men immediately and tell them to imprison all those people."

"Oh! No, no, No." Aziz raised his index finger and shook it fiercely in front of him: "I'm only responsible for taking you to my base camp. My people will set up a circle without dead corners for you. I don't care how you plan to deal with the people of country Z there."

He tilted his head, looked over kosayev's shoulder and landed on the Hummer behind him.

"Anyway, your firepower is so strong and the number of people is dominant. It's not our turn."

Kosayev stared at Aziz in front of him. He believed that those people might be cheated to the base camp by the militia leader. He didn't care what means they used.

Aziz does not do it himself. Obviously, he also has his consideration. In this period of war, two things are the most precious, one is people, the other is weapons.

"Aziz, we offered a reward to hand over the person to us in person."

"No, no, no, I'm not going to touch that bad luck. I can see from both of you that you are not ordinary mercenaries, and those Z people are not ordinary soldiers. I can take them, but the price is too high. Your two million dollars is not enough to pay the price for me to send troops and work hard." Aziz smiled slyly: "Don't think only you white people have brains, so do I."

He pointed to his head.

Kosayev thought for a moment, grabbed the backpack full of US dollars and threw it at Aziz's feet.

"Deal, you just take us to the building where they hide, and the money is yours."