"You're not qualified to talk to us, go back and find someone who is qualified." Hou Dasheng looked at the robed man in front of him, but did not speak. It was the train standing in front of it that spoke. The train is now like it's leading. Indeed, he is also the captain of the third detachment of the jackals, and behind him are all the people of his detachment.

Hou Dasheng stood on the side, like a spectator. No one looked at the train with a domineering face, and looked at the gloomy man in the robe in front of him and said, "Are you preparing for your own National Assembly now?!" Who will receive support and authority?! ”

"You need us, you need it very much." The train looked at the robed man and said in a deep voice: "But we have a lot of collaborators, so we don't have to cooperate with you. ”

"Go back and tell your master that what we need is tangible, real cooperation. Rather than tedious, tentative to probe stupid negotiations. The train said coldly, "As you know, we can't possibly be too interested in anything here." We are a beast of war, unless there is money to be made. It's a pity that no one will pay for the war here. So we don't think we're going to fight for it. ”

With that, the train turned and walked away without waiting for the man to reply to him. The robed man's expression was gloomy, and he wanted to say something. But a few indifferent glances directly extinguished his anger. He is not the first brother of the battlefield, and he is not a rookie fool who knows nothing.

He knew who he was in front of him. This is a group of humanoid beasts that have roamed the battlefields of the planet, and have been through a hundred battles, and every inch of their bodies has been stained with countless blood and rust. Unless they are insane, few people will be willing to provoke these beasts.

Gritting his teeth, the robed man slowly stepped back. At the same time, he raised his hand until he was a few of his attendants. The few indifferent gazes in the darkness seemed to feel a little boring. After the detachment of the train broke away from the sight of the robed man, those glances gradually faded.

"Lord Aziz, why don't you let us teach them some lessons?!" A young man beside the robed man was a little indignant and whispered, "These damn bastards are so arrogant, who do they think they are?!" ”

This young man is very beautiful, and he is a very good beautiful man by the standards of the Middle East and even Europe and the United States. Nearly 1.9 meters tall. Strong pecs and lumpy abs are wrapped in tights. Brown eyes, angular face of a typical Middle Eastern man. He had a short, flat head and sun-colored skin. The whole person looks a mixture of wild and melancholy - wild is the overall feeling of his whole person, and melancholy is his eyes. and cheeks with a slight fibrous root.

The robed Aziz turned his eyes to look at the young man, his eyebrows lowered: "Mansur, my child, you need to know that there are too many, too many crazy people in this world. But many of these people are unlikely to meet and face ......."

"The ones just now are the ones we are most likely to encounter and face. Do you know what those were standing in front of me just now?! ”

The pretty boy named Mansour shook his head suspiciously, and Aziz walked slowly towards the car behind the dunes: "They have a name, it's called Jackals. They existed much longer than our country was founded. It is rumored that they even lived through World War I, World War II, and it continues to this day......"

"Most of the wars that have taken place on this planet have loomed with them. Their names are not recorded, but they are really driving the development of history. You've been to the service station with me, how do you feel about it?! ”

Mansour is Aziz's very optimistic successor. Among his children and nephews, he was the best. Before the war, he was sent to France to study by Aziz, who had high hopes. During this period, he was also sent to some training camps by Aziz for money.

Fortunately, Mansour himself has also competed and learned a lot. But there is not much of a squirrel. But there was one, and he always felt that he was smarter and more capable than the others in the region. Of course, he also knows that what he lacks is experience and qualifications.

So he honestly followed Aziz, who cultivated himself and made him extremely respectful.

"Service station...... To tell you the truth, if you don't take me there......" At the mention of the service station, Mansour seemed to think of something, and his voice lowered: "I can't think of any other place like this in the world. To be honest, it took me a long time to accept that there were places like this. ”

Aziz laughed and patted Mansur on the shoulder: "It's not just you, it's just like you when I first learned about the service station." Speaking of which, we have the colonel to thank. Initially, if he hadn't taken us with us, we wouldn't have even been able to touch the door of the service station. ”

Service stations, not everyone knows about them. A lot of people don't even know it exists. For many people, it's really no different from not existing. Where would ordinary people hang out?! When buying arms, it is natural to look for arms dealers. To buy intelligence, you must be looking for information dealers.

For other things, there are also black marketeers operating in different areas. But if you go to these people, you will inevitably encounter a situation where black eats black. At this time, it depends on the individual's discernment and each person's ability. I bought a batch of firearms, and the money was taken and no one came back. This is not uncommon.

Buying intelligence, the whole person evaporated from the world. A few days later, what he plotted was clearly detected by his opponent. Such things also abound. Those who can know the existence of service stations are basically considered to have a certain foundation, and someone has introduced them.

The service station is not for everyone. It's the kind of introduction mechanism, and if you bring someone into the site, you're vouching for that person. Of course, the transactions he completes will allow you to accumulate enough credibility at the service station. If something happens, you naturally have to carry it together.

In order to win their trust, the colonel gritted his teeth and introduced several core figures into the service station. In the years since he learned that there was a service station, Aziz watched the service station magically complete seemingly impossible tasks again and again. For example, the colonel's visit to the United States, such as the support of the major powers for the colonel at certain times.

"Mansour, my child. What I want you to know is that these are the people who not only come and go to the service station a lot, but they are also high-authority customers of the service station. "Behind the dunes, there was a modified van parked. The car looked dilapidated and had steel plates all around it.

"I can't tell you more. What I can tell you is that these people are crazier and more brutal than anyone you know. They are beasts in human skin, and I will not be surprised if any of them are condemned to hell until the end of the world......"

Mansour took a few quick steps and helped Aziz open the door. Aziz sat inside, but didn't close the door: "Child, there is so much in this world that you don't understand. But this group of people is something we can never afford to provoke. The storm and sea of blood they set off are beyond all your imagination......"

"The guy who was standing in front of me, I just knew his nickname. He was the cook, the current leader of the mercenary group. I knew his name a few years ago. I heard it because he slaughtered some people. Or rather, a lot of people ......"

Exhaling deeply, Aziz looked at Mansour and said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, there are at least five hundred people who died at his hands. Among these people, there are many mercenary groups. Like what...... You know King Arthur......"

"Goo~~" Mansour swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had heard of King Arthur's name. Even, King Arthur once served as his instructor. Of course, this is what Aziz paid to invite. King Arthur helped his tribe build a small armed force.

The mission was issued through the Service Station, and the army created by King Arthur is still their main force. Mansour, who had been trained by King Arthur, knew the power of the stout mercenary. However, he died...... Dead at the hands of the man just now.

"Our touchpoints are low, we don't even get to the heart of a lot of things. I had the privilege of meeting a few who survived, and their advice to me was: never, never, don't try to provoke these madmen. ”

Exhaled, Aziz didn't say it after all. Those remnants are actually helping the people behind him now. They have nowhere else to go, and if they show up, they may be met with a crazy hunt by jackals.

They can't afford to take that risk. They are afraid to enter those calm big cities because it will most likely expose them. The war-torn area has become their best hiding place. And it just so happened that they had been training here with King Arthur before.

After a long journey, they came here. Under Aziz's arrangement, they became a knife in the hands of the man behind Aziz's back. Of course, they took a sum of money. This money is enough for other people's families to live. And they can also hide themselves in this place.

There are only a few people who know they exist. Outside of Aziz, there was the man behind him. and some of the man's henchmen. The rest of the people only guessed that there were such people. But who these people are, no one knows.

"Mansur, one day you will take over from me at the helm of our tribe. I want you to learn to be calm, to learn to be silent. Learn to compromise and learn to back down when you need to. Aziz looked at Mansour and said in a deep voice, "You need to know that becoming an emir is not an easy task. One of your decisions could make the tribe thrive. But it may also make everyone ...... catastrophe."