Houston is religious.

It is clear that God has received his prayers.

As soon as he leaned over, a beam of searchlights came over, and the dazzling sensation of the moment made Houston can't help but close his eyes, and before he could calm down, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out, hitting the front of his toes, and the explosive scraps cut several cuts on his face, and he couldn't help howling in pain, of course, more frightened, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hey! Man, you're too daring, aren't you? ”

Just as Houston was shivering, a teasing mockery came into his ears, undisguised!

He raised his head a little tremblingly, and the first thing he saw was a little whitish combat boots, and his heart moved, "Huh? When did blacks get to use U.S. military-standard combat boots Beats? ”

Houston raised his head suspiciously, just in time to meet the mocking eyes of the high army, the latter held a cigarette in his right hand, and swallowed the clouds, squinting his eyes, seeing the former's gaze, the corners of his mouth hooked, "What about Colonel Joel?" ”

"High... Mr. Gao. Houston hurriedly got up, wiping the cold sweat on his face, he wanted to shout with courage, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he fell behind, and those who talked to Gao Jun were all empty, "The colonel is there..."

He didn't hesitate to sell Joel.

Gao Jun followed his fingers, and sure enough, he saw a lot of figures flashing behind the bunker, obviously hiding, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Colonel Joel, come out, there is no chaos here." ”

Joel touched his nose very embarrassed, got up with a smile, patted his buttocks, and walked over, his face was still a little dirty, he looked very embarrassed, and he pulled off his military uniform a little pretendedly, "I'm not afraid of those chaotic troops, I just save my strength..."

This excuse is really very international.

Of course, Gao Jun would not demolish him, but shrugged his shoulders softly, "Today is not very pleasant, it is obvious that those rebels treat us as food and want to swallow us, even if I defeat them today, but I'm afraid I still can't hurt them... Bamako will become even more chaotic, maybe... Gunshots can be heard every day. ”

"Are they going to do it to us again?" Joel was frightened, and his voice trembled a little.

"Maybe, so be careful at night, black people like to mess with chrysanthemums the most." Gao Jun muttered, the look was indescribably weird, slowly moved his gaze to Joel's ass, and whistled vigorously, so frightened that the latter trembled coldly, and quickly covered his ass, looking at Gao Jun with slightly vigilant and frightened eyes.

"I'll give it back to you here, next time you want us to support, you'll have to collect money, sir, we're mercenaries, not charities." Gao Jun looked at his watch, sucked the last tail clean, threw it away very casually, accurately threw out a parabola, and spit a puff of cigarette on Joel's face, which was very close to a provocation.

But fat people are generally wide-hearted and fat, and most importantly... Can't beat it!

Peter and the others next to him were holding weapons in their hands, staring at them with unkind faces, like a little sheep getting into the wolves.

"Toot~" Gao Jun whistled, got into the car, and waved his hand at Joel, "See you next time, sir." ”

The convoy, which had been prepared for a long time, unscrewed and drove back with a rather neat and spectacular swagger, and of course, the remains of the hind were also dragged back, which could be sold for some money as scrap metal and, of course, most importantly, the dead employees had to be pulled back, and special people would contact their relatives in Germany and give them a pension.

After a battle, in fact, if there is no loot, it is really a loss.

Why is Blackwater so strong to say: "If the U.S. government can let go, their company is willing to help Congress fight a war!" ”

In addition to high commissions, resources in hot spots and the recycling of abandoned weapons are also an important source of income.

War Money... The profits are beyond imagination.

Joel watched Gao Jun's convoy leave, but he noticed something was wrong in it, the convoy... The pickup trucks and transporters in the back are very familiar, isn't this what is equipped for the base? The most important thing is that it is covered by curtains, as if something is hidden inside.

His curiosity was eager to go up and uncover it, but reason told him, steady, don't wave!

After the convoy gradually moved away and disappeared around the corner, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the wind and discipline buckle of the military uniform for ventilation, shook his head a little helplessly, glanced at Houston who was standing on the side, and said weakly, "Gather the personnel and stare at the Libyan reinforcements." ”

After speaking, he walked into the base with a few soldiers first, leaving Houston rubbing his head and standing in place in a daze, but suddenly in the next second, a huge roar came from the base, heartbreaking, resounding in the sky, "Gao Jun!!" ”

Houston was stunned for a moment, hurriedly ran in, and saw Joel sitting on the ground with his hands hammering the ground, tears and snot bubbling out, and his legs still kicking hard, this action was like... A child whose toy was snatched away?

"On... Captain! Houston gasped and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The arms in the warehouse and warehouse have been pulled away by Gao Jun!" Colonel Joel was so excited that his two eyes rolled upward, and he turned his back on his breath, so frightened that the soldiers next to him hurriedly gave him first aid.

Houston, on the other hand, raised his head with a stiff face, and from a distance of dozens of meters, he could see that the warehouse was in a mess, and the roller shutter door was rudely opened, and the weapons and ammunition that were originally placed were gone!

His head was empty in an instant, and he sat on the ground with the same butt.

It's over!

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At this time, Gao Jun was raising his feet, humming an out-of-tune tune, and he estimated in his heart that if this batch of weapons was operated well, it could be sold for five million US dollars, which was simply a windfall.

As for whether he will use channels to pressure himself to return his weapon afterwards, Gao Jun has already figured out a way, and he won't admit it if he is killed!

The Spanish government is afraid that it will only be vented on Joel's head.

Even if there is any dissatisfaction with Gao Jun, I am afraid that it will be exposed in the common interest.

The only thing to worry about now is... The impact of the bombing of the Bamako army may bring HP to the forefront, and if the gangsters knew that he had bombers, they would probably have to change their attitude.

"Heho, what do you want to do so much." Gao Jun muttered to himself, fiddled with his watch, and laughed at himself, "A man can't be poor, money can buy a life!" There was a flash of hideousness and madness in his eyes.

Dissatisfaction with the display is the driving force for ambition!

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