"There were no wounds on his body, and there was no doubt about the autopsy. There was a lot of alcohol in the stomach juice and blood, apparently he was drunk driving and rushed out of the bridge lock...... "Arbayev trembled and tapped his fingers lightly: "Everyone, all my teammates. Even his family had no suspicion of the cause of his death, although they couldn't figure it out about his sudden drinking......"

Through Albayev's trembling fingers, the falcon could clearly feel the fear coming from his fingertips. It was a fear of the unknown, of the powerful, of the darkness slowly oppressing itself, but there was nothing to be done.

This fear, which is almost substantial, but does not find the slightest trace, is the most terrifying. You don't know when he's going to have his eyes on you, he's going to get his hands on you. However, you are powerless to resist, and all you can do is lose your life. In exchange for the right to survive for the family.

As Albayev's regimental commander did, it seemed very normal to let himself die. Then, it all goes up in smoke.

"What no one else knows is that after I left, a text message came from the anonymous mobile phone number that I contacted the regiment commander on a single line: Don't track, don't take revenge. Stick to the caliber. With a deep exhale, Arbayev seemed to try to drive away his fears: "So, when someone is in doubt, I will appropriately show some different opinions......"

Hayabusa knew about this, and at one point Albayev was even suspected of having something to do with the death of his regimental commander. For this reason, he chose to give half of his savings over the years to the wife of the regiment commander. Then he silently quit their mercenary group, although he was considered a candidate for the next head of the team by half of the team at the time.

But he didn't hesitate to quit. After that, he returned to the tribe. Hayabusa knew that Arbayev had returned earlier than he did. And it's been for a while. During this time, he has been operating to send his younger brother out to be placed well. When the rumors pass away, he will change his face and become a mercenary again in another capacity.

Perhaps, he will go to PMC. At least the PMC will be safer than the mercenary, although it will earn less money. But at least it guarantees that he has a good chance of seeing his brother again. And the opportunity to face his comrades-in-arms will become very rare.

There is an unwritten understanding in the industry that mercenaries generally do not face regular PMCs. Although there are times when they have a close relationship with PMC, most of the time it also means trouble. Regular PMCs will also pay attention to their relationship with mercenaries, although they will often need them to do some black work.

The two sides will have a tacit understanding to avoid conflicts, and even avoid contact with subordinate combat units. The reason is simple, PMC does not want to have anything to do with mercenaries. Although they are armed security forces, it is not good to be labeled as mercenaries. As you all know, this reputation is not good. They also need to be listed to eat.

You need to contact the company and the official to take orders to do the work. Once labeled as a mercenary, it is at least a fig leaf, and the mercenary is naked to kill for money.

Mercenaries also don't want to be too deeply involved with PMCs, and sometimes their opponents can be PMCs. If the amount of the order is large enough, they don't mind having a hand with PMC, but they definitely won't leave it alive. Sometimes, they also need to use PMC resources.

Not every mercenary group can afford to use the resources of the service station. Service stations are too expensive, and sometimes the channels originating from PMCs are much cheaper. Even though that's still expensive. Mercenaries will appear in hot spots, and PMCs will naturally appear in hot spots.

Bring some mercenaries with them, along with their weapons. It's not something that can't be done. And falsifying an identity, it's even simpler. Which hotspot isn't a mess?! The trading of underground systems is rampant, and you can be issued with all kinds of complete certificates for just a few dozen dollars.

And it's all official. Then the PMC gets a contract to recruit locals, so that they have a reasonable and legal status. Even if you want to use this status to immigrate out, it is not impossible. The premise is that you have to have enough money.

"Abdul didn't know who he was up against, and he wanted to play tricks on the Colonel's tricks in front of the cook." With a deep exhale, Arbayev gently shook his fingers: "I'm sure that the cook is already very impatient. The reason why he is not angry now is because he has more important things to do than our tribe. ”

"Once his work is done, then our tribe and the self-proclaimed clever Abdul will deeply experience the taste of hell along with the whole tribe......" Arbayev's fingers paused, and his head bowed: "Don't forget that they are jackals." It's a bunch of crazy people who don't have a home! Even if we kill all of us, do you think anyone will say even a word for us......"

At this time, Hou Dasheng didn't know that he was evaluated by two inconspicuous tribal pawns. Knowing it, he won't care. Arbayev was right, Hou Dasheng did have plans to liquidate their tribe. But he was wrong in his calculation, and Hou Dasheng was not angry.

Anger is a useless emotion. It's only when you can't do anything about things that you get angry. At least for Hou Dasheng now, that's the case. His brothers are dead, and he needs justice for them. This is also a calm way to seek justice, and every human life is justice.

You don't give me justice for yourself. As for anger? There's no need to be angry anymore. Anger is useless, people are dead. Hou Dasheng made it a priority to reassure his family and get them justice. These brothers are worthy of jackals, even if they die in battle, Hou Dasheng will definitely not make them chill.

"Tell Iron Arm not to move. There will be people to support the Slavs. Hou Dasheng didn't look back, he knew that the hound was by his side: "Tell Huff that his people must arrive as soon as possible." Abdul, on his side, told him plainly. What is at stake in this matter is the connection between us in the future...... Is it an enemy, or something else. ”

The hound bowed his head and left the carriage. Hou Dasheng stretched his waist, then slowly sat up and walked out of the carriage. At this time, the sun had sunk in the west, and the starlight and moonlight in the sky were slowly scattered on the sand.

In this camp, countless jackals in the darkness looked at their commander in silence. Some people sighed in their hearts that they have gone from newcomers who have just started to enter the industry to the present. The head of his own regiment has experienced a lot of life and death calamities. It's even more brutal than many old guys in the jackal team.

Hou Dasheng walked to a cauldron, and the mutton was still stewed in the cauldron. This was stewed during the day, and he instructed the others to look at the heat and add water regularly. Then he went to rest. It looks like the meat has been eaten several times, and there is quite a bit of lamb freshly added to the stew.

Beat a few pieces of fatty lamb and put it in the lunch box along with the carrots in the soup. After taking a few pieces of naan, Hou Dasheng sat in front of the pot and began to eat. I don't know when, the hound returned behind Hou Dasheng. He quietly watched Hou Dasheng eat without saying a word.

He had already eaten, and even rested. He didn't have much time to rest here, but fortunately, Hou Dasheng stayed in the car for a long time. He can lean into the car and take a break. Just be alert. His meals, on the other hand, consist of high-energy bars and a small amount of water.

He needs to control his diet and make sure he doesn't spend too much time on things like excreting feces.

"Contact the headquarters and ask them to tell the manager. My patience is running out of patience. Hou Dasheng quickly finished eating the naan, or rather, he didn't eat it like swallowing. Naan bread is torn open and soaked in soup and meat. Pull up a ball and stuff it into your mouth, then pour a mouthful of mutton soup. With such a way of eating, it is natural to eat them all in three or two clicks.

saw Hou Dasheng wash the rice bowl with water, and then carefully washed his hands: "I know their position, but they also need to know my position." Someone needs to pay the price. This is not something that can be solved by hiding behind the scenes. ”

The hound knew very well what Hou Dasheng was talking about. Abdul was only a gun that was laid out, but the hand that used the gun was never exposed. Hou Dasheng wanted the manager to speak, but this was not easy in the eyes of the hound. The manager obviously has no way to call the shots.

However, this is not a problem that the hound needs to think about, he just faithfully told Hou Dasheng's request to the other party. Whether they want to listen or not, it's up to them. And how the jackal will deal with it is in Hou Dasheng. If he ordered to start targeting service stations, then believing in jackals would not have many people against it.

"Boss, let's be silent." The bald man handed a telegram to Iron Arm, who glanced at it, then tore it up and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it along with the naan. Stomach acid can turn these crumbs beyond recognition. No one will ever know what they said anymore.

After swallowing, Iron Arm saw the man with the armband on his shoulder barely jumping up and down the buffalo. Apparently, the man was furious that they had to camp out because the car's tires had failed.

This anger, of course, stems from his inability to do anything about it. The buffalo can decide everything here, and he can choose to drive there himself. But he would never do it. Having lost the buffalo and the iron arm, these people with guns, he was a fat, oily stupid sheep in this Gobi.

Once he shows up, he will die silently. These materials will soon appear on the black market and flow to different places at different prices.