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The bandits scratched their heads a little frantically, there is a shortage of soldiers, but there are not a few generals with hands, and after the bases in Dubai and Somalia are in operation, the energy continues to deliver a large number of troops, but these sources of troops are not enough, at least they must be equipped with some elite combat personnel, although they are not necessarily as strong as Lars, but at least they have to be able to stand alone, right?

The bandit looked around silently, and finally his eyes fell on the ghost hand, and asked tentatively: "Are you sure that there is really a team of powerful strange soldiers in the hands of the war master?"

Seeing that the other party nodded seriously, Hu Bandit thought for a moment and said, "It's difficult for a good woman to cook without rice."

Ghost Hand asked suspiciously, "You want to borrow soldiers?"

Hu Bandit nodded and said: "Why don't I borrow it to fight against those powerful opponents? In the past year or so, although we have bumped and bumpered, and we have made some achievements, but it takes time to grow, we are like a faltering child, the other party is already a fully developed adult, if it is hard now, it is simply to hit a stone with an egg, what can I do to kick out a group of thirteen elders who have been shortlisted for encirclement and suppression? And this is not a loan, a loan is borrowed and a loan is repaid。。。。。 I'm going to borrow it and simply not pay it back."

"But。。。。。。 The ghost hand said helplessly: "You also know that since the two old men did not hand over the people to you personally, even if you cry and shout and crawl over to estimate the possibility of success, it is very slim, and you don't know their temper."

Hu Bandit pursed his lips helplessly, and said: "If you want the horse to run, you have to give the horse grass, you can't blindly drive the ducks to the shelves, aren't they afraid that the cooked ducks will fly if they are so inactive?"

Hu Bandit picked up a cigarette, took a few puffs slowly, and then squinted his eyes and said, "Go back to the Northeast."

"Huh?" Su Mingtu asked in surprise: "Isn't your deadline still up, how can you go back?"

Hu Bandit shook his head, pointed to the ghost hand and said: "It's not me who returns, it's him who returns, ghost hands, you set off to the Northeast to find your master and ask for someone, just say that we are now on the fire and are roasted and are about to get oil, if you don't support, just wait for me to collect the body."

Ghost Hand smiled: "I don't care, anyway, I haven't seen the master for a long time, just go back and reunite with him, as for whether it will be successful or not, I can't say it, you just need to be prepared to be disappointed."

Hu Bandit frowned with a headache and said, "Dead horses should be live horse doctors, how do you know if you can if you can if you don't try?"

Su Mingtu sighed beside him and said, "I really don't know if you will not be raised by your father and mother, why is your fate so bumpy"

Hu Bandit sneered and glanced at him and said, "Don't care if I'm not, as long as you're sure that the dad who often says he wants to break your leg at every turn is his own father."

Su Mingtu opened his mouth, suddenly cried with a sad face, took the hand of the bandit and said, "Why are our two babies so miserable?"

Hu Bandit shook his hand in disgust and said: "Without further ado, both of you will set off immediately, go back to the Northeast and Dubai, and deploy as soon as possible, God knows when there will be movement in those miscellaneous pieces, sooner rather than later."

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At this time, far away in the jungle of South Africa, not very far from the Zulu camp where the bandits rescued the hostages, in a mountain col, a large group of soldiers in military uniforms were patrolling or training in a wide and flat area in the middle of the col, and there were many trucks driving in full swing around, which were also mixed with these heavy armored vehicles.

George and a dark-skinned, sturdy middle-aged man wearing a standard military uniform came to a flat clearing in the center of the camp, and George said with a sullen face: "General Balta, we may have a hard time explaining this time."

The man whom George called General Balta was a powerful warlord on the South African jungle border, who had been entrenched in this mountain forest for nearly 20 years, and the scale was so large that he could even contempt the South African government, and he was a veritable emperor of the South African border.

Even so, at this time, the soil emperor General Balta wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "I hope that the people who come will not blame us too much, otherwise。。。。。。 ”

George sighed and said, "Why don't you blame us too much? This time we missed too badly, and we lost all our strength and energy in the end, how can we explain it?"

Balta was also distressed and silent, and after a moment he heard the roar of helicopters in the distant sky, he raised his head and said dryly, "The people are coming."

A black helicopter gunship hovered in the sky for a while, and after seeing the landing place on the ground, it slowly fell from the sky, and the huge wind blew so that people couldn't open their eyes and their bodies were trembling, but George and Balta still stood motionless, not daring to have the slightest reluctance.

After the helicopter was settled, the two hurriedly strode forward, and then respectfully opened the cabin door. A young man in a white suit with a grim face walked out, and then two tall and peaceful men in uniform black suits came out, and after they got down, they stood beside the young man, looking around cautiously, and the killing intent in his eyes was very obvious, as if as long as someone approached them, he would instantly break someone's neck.

George and Balta said respectfully, "Hello, Master Harliway"

The young man known as Harlivi glanced at the two of them, snorted heavily, and strode out, George and Balta looked at each other worriedly, knowing that if this was the case, the situation was really not good.

The group arrived at a wooden hut in the camp, where Harliway sat at the front of the round table, behind two bodyguard-like figures, one of whom pulled out a box of fine Cuban cigars and handed it to the young man in front of the table.

Harliway slowly took out a cigar, then took out a delicate tool and slowly repaired it little by little, George and Balta stood opposite him, watching each other's movements and swallowing saliva, neither daring to ask out loud.

After Harry finished building the cigar, he put it in his mouth, took out a lighter, and smoked it one by one, and the time passed little by little, except for the click sound made when he smoked the cigar, the room was a little scary at this time!