In the iron and blood is busy contacting cargo ships, transferring weapons, and formulating combat strategies. When the Hand of Hades was busy researching the target and formulating a plan to kill.

In the palace of Araja, the capital of Nijaliya, there was a big feast and a staggered feast.

Gorba held up his increasingly fat belly, held a goblet made of crystal, smiled and touched the characters around him, and then took a sip of the bright red liquid in the glass, and asked happily: "Your Excellency the Dear Chief of the General Staff, there are still some Ruba forces in the south, do you think it is necessary to send troops to destroy all these guys, so that our Haosa people can become the real masters of Nijalia?" ”

Lieutenant General Vasily glanced at the fat pig beside him, endured the unhappiness in his heart, and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency President, now that Arthur is dead, I don't think you need to kill them all again, and give the Ruba people a little living space, so as to show your kindness and tolerance, which will be beneficial to your future rule."

"My personal suggestion is that you should urge the cabinet to quickly formulate a sound law, calm the turmoil in the country as soon as possible, resume production, strengthen trade with the Russian side, and vigorously develop industry, which is the top priority at the moment!"

"That's right! My dear Chief of Staff, you are simply a messenger sent by Allah, and with you by my side I simply don't have to think about these headaches. Come! After this drink, I will call the cabinet to handle these matters immediately. ”

Vasily looked at Gorba, who had drunk all the wine again, and secretly slandered himself as a "tyrannical fool." With a warm smile on his face, he took a sip of the bright red Chateau Lafite Rothschild in his glass.

In the hall, a group of Middle Eastern dancers with graceful bodies and light veils are swaying gracefully, shaking their fatless lower abdomen, and dancing on the marble floor with their big eyes full of charm.

Gorba laughed wildly and pointed at the two of the dancers and shouted, "You...... You, you two come here. ”

When the two dancers heard this, they hurriedly stopped dancing and walked over cautiously, Gorba laughed and put his arms around the two dancers, pushed them to Vasi, and said: "Serve my lieutenant general well tonight, but you can't be perfunctory, otherwise, tomorrow Lao Tzu will cut off your heads!" ”

The two women hurriedly lowered their heads and said, "One thing will satisfy the lieutenant general!" ”

Gorba nodded, and shouted at the rest of the dancers, "Bitches, what are you doing there?" Don't hurry into the arms of these warriors. ”

Hearing this, the women hurriedly trotted into the arms of more than a dozen white men in military uniforms sitting on both sides of the hall.

Steppenwolf glanced at the trembling dancer who flew over and snuggled up to his arm, and said to Gorba with some hesitation: "Mr. President, I don't need it!" After all, I'm going to keep you safe at night. ”

"There's no need for that, Arthur is dead, who the would dare to kill me! You people! It's just that you're too loyal to your duties, and your old instructor is also there, and today is my order, so relax. Gorbach commanded with satisfaction.

Steppenwolf glanced at Vasily with some embarrassment, and the chief of the general staff nodded slightly, motioning to listen to Gorba's arrangement.

Steppenwolf breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the dancing girl next to him and drank wine, the woman naturally flattered, and the men and women in the hall were paired up, laughing for a while.

Since the confirmation of Arthur's death, Gorba has finally let go of the stone in his heart, and now most of the territory in the country is in his hands, and the only ones who have not surrendered to him are the tribe natives located in the southwestern grasslands.

However, these people did not have any impact on his great cause of unification, a group of primitive tribes who were still drinking blood and hunting with spears, bows and arrows, could not reap any benefits by killing, and saved some war expenses if they were not killed.

Therefore, he followed the advice of the chief of staff, and now the enemy has given the head, and all kinds of businesses are waiting to be done. As long as he follows the advice of the chief of staff and builds relations with the superpower, Russia, his rule will be indestructible.

So of course, he had to celebrate for a while, because after these "polar desolate" mercenaries were promoted to knighthood, he held a celebration party, but he couldn't think of any tricks, so he had to express his joy simply and rudely: wine, beauty, share it with everyone.

But this is also right for the temperament of these soldiers, soldiers! There are not many flower intestines, and they are brave to take the lead when they are working hard, and they will naturally not be inferior when they are enjoying themselves, and the old instructors have taken the lead, and the people below naturally have no worries.

The spring-hearted Polar Desolate Mercenaries didn't know what a worthy opponent they had offended, and now the messenger of death had quietly set out and infiltrated the land of Nejaria, ready to reap their lives.

Early the next morning, the mercenaries who stayed in the palace woke up from their spring dreams, put on their military uniforms one by one, and bid farewell to His Excellency the President.

Vasily said goodbye to his brothers in front of the palace gate, and told them that it was time to start serious military discipline.

At present, the Ruba people in the cities and towns have almost fled cleanly, and have run abroad with conditions, and have run to the depths of the grasslands or deep mountains and forests in the southwest to live with those indigenous people. There are no more waves.

He can order his Haosa tribe to stop killing the Ruba tribe, and start to focus on rectifying the profiteers who have accumulated in the war and made a fortune.

All the subordinates nodded their heads one by one, and each returned to his own troops to arrange stability maintenance tasks and calm people's hearts.

Vasily's residence was located near the Royal Palace, formerly the old King Martin. Royal Praetorian Guard camp in Azulu.

Since he became the chief of the general staff of the army, he has regarded this as his own command, and Gorba is also a man who knows the current affairs, knowing that his military talent is far inferior to him, so he simply delegates power. Be a puppet who enjoys the sound of dogs and horses, and live in the palace.

More than ten days later, in an ordinary house not far from the headquarters of the Nijaliya Army.

Dressed as two black men, the Netherworld and the Thorn are making the final preparations. I have to marvel at the makeup skills of these top killers! The two of them completely changed their images, gray hair, dark skin, collapsed nose bridge, thick lips, and even age spots on the skin on their hands came out.

When I walked down the street, I saw two old black men who were ordinary and did not threaten anything.

During this time, the Hand of Hades sneaked into the territory of Nijaria through Cameroon, lurking near the various military camps according to their respective objectives.

After observing the target's daily routine for nearly twenty days, Netherworld has roughly figured out the situation. This Lieutenant General Vasily is very self-disciplined and vigilant, and he usually eats and lives in the barracks.

Due to the high position, every entry and exit is escorted by a convoy, and the sentries in the barracks are also very responsible, and the passwords and successions are meticulous, and they are completely unaware of the laziness of the African army, and it is very difficult to get into the barracks.

But who is the Hand of Hades? I don't know how many high-ranking officials and giants around the world have killed, and this kind of protection is just average for them.

It was a little difficult to create the illusion of a natural death, otherwise he would plant a remote-controlled cluster bomb on the road leading to the barracks, and blow it up when Vasily came out, and with his weakly armored Land Rover Jeep, he would definitely be crushed to pieces.

Nether used the satellite phone to inquire about the movements of his subordinates one by one, and after learning that they had all made a proper plan according to the actual life laws of the target, he ordered: "At eight o'clock tonight, everyone will act together, and after completing the mission, retreat in batches. ”

Then he hung up the phone, went out with the thorn, got into an inconspicuous pick-up truck, and drove slowly towards a small bar near the barracks.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Vasily's orderlies drove out of the barracks in an open-top jeep.

This guy is not very old, since he became the chief of the general staff's orderly, this salary has naturally risen a lot, he himself likes to drink a little wine, but it is not allowed to drink alcohol in the barracks, so every day after the lights go out in the barracks, he will go to this small bar to drink two glasses and then go back to sleep.

However, he was also very self-disciplined, never drank too much, and never made a mistake because of drinking, so Lieutenant General Vasily did not care about his little hobby, and sometimes he would throw two bottles of good wine to this young man who was quick to do things.

When he drank two glasses of rum to his heart's content, laughed with the coquettish proprietress for a while, hummed a little song and sat in the jeep parked in the open area behind the bar, he had just felt the key and wanted to start the car, when a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his head, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and his body fell forward and lay on the steering wheel.

After hiding in the back seat of the jeep, he quickly carried the guy to the back seat, and then started the jeep and drove towards their makeshift den.

The Netherworld followed in the pickup truck, and after driving the car into the yard, the thorn carried the unconscious little creature into the room.

Netherworld carefully inspected the outside and made sure no one was paying attention before closing the courtyard door.

Once inside, taping the young black man to a chair, Nether reached out and clicked on several acupuncture points on the guy's head.

The black man opened his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eyes was a black eye like a deep pool, and a very magnetic male voice sounded in his ears.

"What's your name? Young man. ”

"I ...... My name is Ah ...... Amanda. The young black man replied in a trance.

"Very good, look into my eyes, relax your mind, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" Netherworld stared at Amanda's eyes, and the divine light in his eyes was clear, and he had already used the Great Soul Dementoring Method.

His set of out-of-the-box schools made Li Qingcang almost stunned that day, where could this little orderly named Amanda carry it.

As soon as he heard his magnetic soul-hysteresis voice, he immediately nodded in confusion and relaxed according to Nether's instructions.

Seeing Amanda's distracted look, Nether continued to ask, "I'm going to tell you a secret now, but you can't tell anyone else. ”

"What's the secret? Why can't you tell someone? Amanda asked stupidly.

"Tell someone you're going to die, so you can't tell someone!"

"Oh! Tell someone I'm going to die! Then I won't tell anyone. ”

The two of them asked and answered, and they cooperated quite tacitly.