Chapter 1615

According to the time, the lion mercenary regiment should leave in three hours. Jack sat up straight and took a sip of liquor to refresh himself. Jack received a real-time message from the Miss building because the storm mercenaries left the camp, and the lion mercenaries followed.

Jack looked at the road they took and suddenly thought of a way. He called Wesley, "you send several people to set up obstacles on six sections of the road, search the checkpoints in the name of anti-terrorism, and force the lion mercenaries and storm mercenaries to cross the desert instead of the road."

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Leave it alone and do it right away."

"I see."

After arrangement, Jack calmed down and followed the mercenary leisurely. Then stop at a fork in the road and wait for them to turn back and cross the desert. They must not use their current car, but must return to the marginal town.

Only this town will provide them with vehicles.

Jack went to the town from the fork in the road, sat in the pub and asked for a bottle of beer and a plate of meat. His mobile phone can see the real-time satellite monitoring picture given by miss and where they arrived.

Wesley must awesome.

His brother has always been reassuring and blameless. He is very reassured. Shanning finally saw them turn back and received a call at the same time.

Here comes the money.

Five million dollars is a small silver box.

Jack got the box. The man didn't go far. He was in a car in the town. He acted according to circumstances. Jack's eyes were cold. "Don't act rashly without my order."

"Yes!"

The small town on the desert border is very chaotic and unstable. Some people covet Jack's small box. The appearance of the box is very ordinary, with a password lock, but Jack's face is very rare. He pretends to be Shanning, an oriental face, very gentle, a good face, and is not very intimidating. Two of the big men came over.

One of them also took a wine bottle and drank while walking, "man, where are you from?"

Jack glanced at them, and they all had guns on their waists. This place was chaotic and people were poor. Being poor would give birth to many social problems. If it was a gang, it might not be dangerous. If it was a person, it would be slaughtered.

Jack drank quietly and said quietly, "I'm in a bad mood. Please don't bother me."

"Yes, we won't mess with you. What's in the box? Open it and show it to my brothers." The big man said that the undisguised greed was disgusting.

Jack looked up at them, lifted the box and put it on the table, "my clothes."

"Open!"

"What if I don't open it?"

"It's easy. We'll open your head." The big man said fiercely.

Jack looked up, took a sip of beer, and suddenly stood up. Before the man had time to say anything, Jack clasped his neck with one hand and hit the table hard. The man's nose hit the table directly, and the bridge of his nose almost broke, sending out a scream. Jack took his gun with one hand, "whose head are you going to open?"

"Ah..." there was a woman in the tavern, who screamed with fear. The landlady didn't wonder. She didn't give one more look in her eyes, and took a drink with a glass. "Young man, remember not to damage my tables and chairs, and you have to pay."