The service provider really lived up to their name, and the service was very thoughtful. However, three hours later, the manager told Hou Dasheng where to pick up the goods. At the same time, tell him that there is a place where he can test guns. When Hou Dasheng arrived there, he found that it was a military camp shooting range.

"The colonel has emptied this place, and not many people know about this barracks. There is no one else nearby, so you can use it with confidence. "The one who brought Hou Dasheng was the stationmaster of the Tripoli service station. He's been very busy lately, but his immediate boss has asked to take care of the jackals himself.

Whether he wants it or not, he can only deal with it personally. There are a few things that the head of a service station has a lot of autonomy. But in some cases, they have to cooperate with the personnel sent by the service provider. This is an agreement between the parties and must not be violated.

The shooting range of this military camp is in the Gobi, far outside the city. You can hardly find this place without someone leading the way through those roads where there are barely visible traces. The camp is very simple, and it looks like a company of troops has been stationed here.

Everything was well maintained, even the guard box and gate at the door. If it weren't for the dust on it, you wouldn't even think the empty camp was unmanned. took Hou Dasheng and the others into the camp slowly, and the stationmaster named Jimmy led them to the warehouse in the middle of the camp.

The camp is large, with an office building behind the gate and a short section of the training ground. On the left and right are rows of low barracks. Perhaps already considering the concealment of possible air raids, these houses are only one storey. Even the playground is not a standard playground.

Behind the left side of the camp accommodation area is the warehouse. The warehouse is a little more hidden. Come to the long, low, camouflaged house that doesn't look much different from the barracks. There was a lock on the door, and Jimmy took out the key to open it and pressed it against the wall.

"Let's click~ let's ......" The crisp switch sounded, and then the slightly dim warehouse suddenly lit up. Jimmy, who has a big beard and looks indistinguishable from the other locals here, says as he walks towards the pile of items covered in canvas, "The battery stock here doesn't last long, but there are diesel generators." Underneath the office area. There is a door to enter from the small room next to the battalion commander. ”

After speaking, Jimmy quickly stepped aside and pulled open the tarpaulin. But under the tarpaulin were huge boxes. On the surface of the brand-new imprint, these are weapons that can take people's lives. Pulling the tarp open, Jimmy stepped aside: "What you want." It's all here. Check it out! After that, I have to go. ”

Jimmy was busy, very busy. During this period, the service station has more than five times the volume of business on normal days. The mercenaries who come and go inevitably have to deal with the service station. Those who buy information, those who sell intelligence, those who take on tasks, and those who look for opportunities...... And so on.

Intelligence officers from various countries are constantly shuttling among them, and all kinds of different information are traded in those invisible corners of the service station every day. War brokers, intelligence brokers, arms dealers, black marketeers, killers...... With the exception of the mercenaries, all the vultures that smelled the smell of war began to gather here.

Everyone knows that there will be war here. The outbreak of war means that there is a fat profit for them to be accounted for. Maybe you can eat for half your life if you work here—even for the smaller brokers and merchants.

For the big brokers and merchants, one vote here is enough for them to earn three or five years. Idiots know that the colonel is a rich man. His opponents, the Gallic roosters, were a little worse. But there are still three pounds of nails in the bad ship, and I believe that they will also care about the problem of casualties in order to reduce the voice of domestic opposition.

As long as there is something they care about, then there is a business to do. It can be seen that the Americans are tied hand and foot to the Iraqi side. Presumably they all think it's a pity, Libya is also a piece of fat. They were now hoping that something would go wrong with the French, and then they would help the French take it.

In that case, they would have an excuse to take an extra cake from it. Of course, this is also dangerous. Maybe things are messed up, and then you won't even get the cake that the Gallic roosters promised before. So, while there are people here who continue to make some moves, they are not very large. It's still under control.

As for the Gallic rooster...... The current president apparently thought he should be the representative of Europe and let Gaul rise again. So, this time their support is very strong. As far as Hou Dasheng knows, more than 2,000 people have entered Libya in various capacities.

Part of them stayed in the tribe that was dissatisfied with the colonel, training their armed forces on the one hand. At the same time, there are constantly ...... from the black market, arms dealers, and service stations And so on to get weapons and arm these forces. Obviously, the French are not stupid either.

The cost of going out in person is relatively large, so let the people here have a good time first. What they have to pay is to give enough air strikes and targeted killings. Therefore, there are also a lot of specialized personnel for ground guidance, who will be responsible for guiding air strikes and missiles.

The other part is the intelligence officer. Now active in the service station, in the tribes everywhere continue to probe and buy. More than seventy percent of them came from the Gallic rooster. How much blood money has been put into this, Hou Dasheng doesn't know. But he knew that the president would be unlucky if it ended up screwing up.

Hou Dasheng didn't care if the president was unlucky, anyway, if the president was unlucky, there would always be others who would break their heads to sit in that position. There may have been some losses for the Celestian family, but not to the point of breaking the bones. The Legion didn't care much about this either. If you want to eat the cake, you have to grab the cake first.

If you want to snatch someone else's cake, you have to wield a knife and a gun. No one is willing to put the cake in their hands in your hand like this, right? Therefore, many times when they are grabbed, most of them are also broken. They need someone to make the cake again, pick up the ingredients on the ground and make the cake again to eat.

This process is a little longer, and it will take time for the cake to reach your mouth. What happened in between, no one can say. The country across the ocean is now stuck in Iraq, but everyone knows that he must be interested here. That president may not have known the Gallic rooster's origins.

The Legion was well aware of this. The Gallic rooster wants to take it here, and it can barely be done. But if you want to safely let people pick up all the ingredients on the ground and make cakes for them to eat, it is very mysterious. It's not one or two staring here. If you want to eat cake, it's not something that a cat or a dog can give two meat and bones.

It was a pack of wolves from top to bottom. Not to mention the fact that there is a large number of European-stirring sticks on the other side of the channel. No one can say when they will give the aspiring Gallic rooster a stick—they haven't done it before.

"Click~Click~!" Fat Dog and Fork quickly walked out of a few fat men with their heads down, pulled out daggers from their waists, and pried open the box in three or two clicks. Weapons that were glued to cushioning straw mats and foam were removed.

The weapons and reloads were separated, and the men began to check the weapons and the reloads they were equipped with. And the jackals, from the moment they entered the barracks, scattered in all directions. Some of them entered high places to set up observation points and monitor movements around them.

Someone silently searched the camp to confirm the absolute safety of the camp. Warning areas and minefields have begun to be constructed outside the camps. Hou Dasheng doesn't have to worry about this. It's about a benefit of carrying a jackal. The elites who cooperate tacitly know what they should do without being told to do it.

From the moment they entered the camp, no one gave them orders. They independently allocated manpower and began to search and inspect the camp to arrange sentry posts and guards...... and so on all-round arrangement and inspection. When Hou Dasheng and the others finished checking their weapons and walked out, the entire camp was almost brand new.

The camouflage of the barracks has been almost completely reorganized, including camouflage nets, roads, barracks and playgrounds. The camp, which originally seemed to be unpopular, is now a little more vibrant. From a distance, you can see men dressed in desert camouflage, keeping their heads down and constantly doing the work at hand.

The drone was released and began to effectively monitor a large area of the square circle. The headquarters was almost completely camouflaged, and the net of camouflage was so thick that it was impossible to even see what was inside. But what is certain is that the instruments of those command must have been assembled and quietly debugged inside.

One by one, camouflaged cameras and monitors were carefully placed in various places. In order to ensure that there are no dead ends in the whole camp......

"If someone tells me that the jackal is not the number one unit in the mercenary group, I will give him a slap in the face and tell him to get out." Jimmy just glanced at it a few times, then turned to Hou Dasheng and said, "I didn't understand why I had to do things with you. Now, I understand a little. You deserve my cooperation. Remember, my name is Jimmy. If there is anything, I will do my best to cooperate with you. ”

Hou Dasheng nodded with a smile and said softly: "Thank you!" Nice to see you. I believe that there will be many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future. This time, let's just get to know each other! ”

"I've only been here for a long time, or I've just become a station manager." But he saw Jimmy looking at Hou Dasheng seriously, and said, "So, if there is anything you think is inappropriate, you can tell me." ”