"Arbayev, this matter is not something we can judge. What we have to do now is to obey the orders of the emir. Next to the man, Arbayev, was a sturdy man with a shaved head, dressed in desert camouflage like him, and slightly shorter than him.

But I saw that what I was holding in my arms was a handful of HK416. An infrared sight was added to the upper leather rails, and a muffler was mounted on the muzzle. The whole gun was obviously carefully modified and very well kept. It seems that the owner is very careful to take care of it, making it look extremely shiny.

Albayev sneered, and looked at the man who spoke just now and said in a low voice: "Falcon, you are also a person who went out to see the outside world. You're not one of those stupid people who know nothing in the land. I don't believe it, you don't see that the emir is no longer fit to be our leader. ”

The man called Hayabusa stopped squeaking when he heard the words. Arbayev sneered and said, "Falcon, I'm sure you can see it. You know better than I know what is going to happen if this goes on like this. What kind of crisis will happen to the whole tribe. Jackal, you know their methods better than I do. Those damn mercenaries, and that famous cook! ”

"Do you know how many people he killed in Africa?! I tell you, no less than a thousand will die at his hands! These are not the times of war! That madman has only been with the jackals for a few years?! Remember what happened a few years ago when it was rumored that he first became the head of the jackal?! ”

Falcon's face finally changed a little at this time, and he looked left and right and asked in a low voice, "What?" Do you know what's going on?! At that time, many people went into hiding, and there was a lot of noise all the time. I don't know what happened, our regiment didn't go out to pick up business during that time. The head of the regiment had an ugly face and never told us why. ”

Arbayev listened to Falcon's words and an indescribable expression appeared on his face. With a little fear, but also a little lucky. There was also an indescribable breath of death: "Falcon, we came out as a tribe." The two of us were born and died many times, although later we went to different mercenary groups......"

"Arbayev, my brother! You know I can be trusted. Hayabusa waved his hand and whispered, "Otherwise, the money I have now is enough for me to take my family to settle in Europe." But I didn't. You know me, I don't have to. ”

Nodding, Arbayev agreed with Falcon's words. At least Arbayev himself, took his only brother out. He threw all his savings into it so that his younger brother could be placed in Germany. At the same time, the money was handed over to the service station for safekeeping.

The service station will step in and hire his brother in a legitimate job through a legal process, and give his money to his brother legally. Of course, this money is not so simple. The service station will also train Arbayev's younger brother in skills so that he can find a job and live as an adult.

When he got a proper job, the service station would hand over the money left by Arbayev to him in a reasonable way. From beginning to end, Arbayev's younger brother was dealing with the service station. But he would never know that he was dealing with a service station.

He simply knew that these people were his brother's "friends". Or maybe it's the manager of some company. Unless he someday becomes a mercenary, or becomes some intelligence agent. This is the opportunity to reach the service station. Otherwise, he would never have known about the existence of the service station for the rest of his life.

"It's too specific, and I don't know very well." Instead of speaking directly, Arbayev tapped lightly on the back of the falcon's hand. This is code, both Arbayev and Falcon have undergone special training. And this contact code, only the two of them know.

At that time, when Abdul was young, he was also a little ambitious. He sent out six of the best young men in the tribe. But instead of sending them to study abroad, he secretly sent them to a training camp in South Africa. After completing their training, they began to join the battlefield as mercenaries.

Every three years, Abdul gritted his teeth and took out a sum of money to send these young people out. At that time, his idea was very simple, if one day the Colonel really wanted to be cruel to his tribe. As long as these young people come back, it is enough to deter the colonel.

And they are also the root of the rise of the tribe. Here, it is simply impossible to really learn war. Only after systematic training, combined with actual combat. The mercenary team, in particular, comes from a variety of sources. Many of them are from professional special operations forces.

From them, there is no doubt that the best can be learned. But it's also an adventure. Not many of the young people who have been sent out over the years have come back in the end. Some have taken their own family members out and have never had any contact with Abdul since.

Arbayev and Hayabusa, were the few who eventually returned to the Horde. Arbayev was okay, he just asked to pick up his younger brother. But his men are back, and he is willing to fight for the Horde. But he didn't think his brother needed to take the same risk as him. So, after he and Abdul talked. His younger brother was sent away.

In order to avoid bloody incidents such as the kidnapping of his younger brother, Arbayev directly chose the service station. The service station will do the rest of the work for him. Of course, if he survived, maybe he would choose to appear in front of his brother again, maybe...... No.

"At that time, our regiment commander had something to do with a retired jackal." Arbayev's eyes were a little hesitant, but his hands did not stop. Through a gentle tap, the information he knew was transmitted to Hayabusa little by little: "You know, my regiment commander is dead. ”

At this time, the eyes of the falcon were puzzled. Yes, he knew that the regimental commander of Arbayev died. It's strange to die. It turned out to be a car accident. And it was near his house, and he died after hitting a bridge after drunk driving. His regiment commander is a sniper, and he basically doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays. How can you get drunk and have an accident with a drunk driver?!

"Actually, I know. My regimental commander...... It was suicidal. Arbayev's face showed a hint of fear: "He never drank, not a drop." We all know that. But...... Maybe no one but me knew he was suicidal......"

That night, two hours before his accident. He was with me......" Arbayev's hands, trembling slightly: "He said that he hoped that I would take care of his family. I knew what was going on! He once told me that he had a good relationship with a retired jackal. It was also through the retired jackal that our legion received a lot of orders. At one point, he was proud of his relationship......"

Hearing this, Hayabusa's heart trembled. His pupils constricted slightly with his breathing. And Albayev's news continued to be transmitted with his fingertips: "A week before his accident, the old jackal died. A family was wiped out, and the result of the investigation was that some bandits broke into the manor and robbed a shootout! ”

"The gods bear witness! What bandits were able to break into the manor with more than thirty high-ranking guards, and even ended all the battles in half an hour. The whole estate was smashed! My boss and I once sneaked in at night. I can tell you, if it was a gang of bandits, then they wouldn't have to attack the manor at all! With their firepower and combat capabilities, they can rob any jeweler or bank! ”

Hayabusa swallowed hard, and Albayev continued: "That night, my regimental commander didn't bring anyone. Just took me there. As soon as we came out, he got a call. He didn't speak, it was all the other party's words. I can't hear what is being said. After answering the phone, he told me to go on my own. Then let me take good care of his family......"

"And then you know." Arbayev had a little fear on his face, and his fingers trembled: "I can believe that the death of my regiment commander and the death of the old jackal's family." It's definitely inseparable from the current cook! ”