The surrogate gentleman who was closer was able to flicker with an elusive madness in Anderson's eyes, which was completely different from his usual calmness.

What did he think of that would provoke such a fierce response? Just two defeats in a row?

Well, as chess players hidden behind the world, they have at their disposal a huge amount of resources and authority unimaginable to ordinary people, while also shouldering a huge task comparable to national subversion. Everyone must be absolutely careful with every decision they make, otherwise failure will greatly affect their future and even their lives.

Each agent represents more than just themselves, who doesn't have a large family, or even a populous race, a quietly expanding organization, or a small nation?

The identity of the agent means that they stand out from the ethnic group of the "elected" and bring the people who are closely related to them into the middle layer of the pyramid. This is a position that cannot be overstated enough to describe its importance, and the impact of further or taking a step back is immeasurable.

Perhaps, Mr. Anderson has already been reprimanded from above, and may have thought that his previous failures had led to the reduction or even cancellation of his qualifications?

This is truly frightening. Once he loses his agent qualifications, all the resources and rights he has will be greatly reduced, and the relevant ethnic groups will be downgraded as a whole, from the elite to the level of the common people. It was the pain and suffering of falling from heaven to hell. When the time comes, all the wealth they once occupied, and the superior living conditions they enjoyed, will become the object of other people's devouring.

Under the strict hierarchy, there is such a terrible difference between advance and retreat.

Everyone vaguely guessed. But no one sympathized or comforted him. Agents are all in a competitive relationship. And the total number is limited. Someone fell. They will be able to get one more point of power, which represents a stable position and freedom of action, and an increase in the probability of success. The reason for not falling into the well is that the strict orders of the organization do not allow it, but there is no problem at all in standing by and gloating.

Only Mr. Solomon had a thoughtful expression, and he hid half of his body in the shadows. The old, piercing gaze coldly observed Anderson's body language, trying to find some clues in the middle.

But the result is regrettable, in addition to Anderson's seemingly uncontrollable eyes, the body that has always maintained a good posture only leaves everyone with a firm back and leaves quietly.

"That's true."

Some people seemed to want to sigh, but they didn't spit out the rest of the words. It is almost impossible for people like them to show their true emotions in front of others, and no one can be sure whether Mr. Anderson is practicing or not. They will not be easily fooled, but will expose their true intentions.

Mr. Solomon suddenly said nonchalantly: "China's public opinion manipulation plan has failed. I don't think there's much need to keep putting in the effort. Do you disagree with Mr. Anderson's proposal? ”

A few agents shrugged indifferently: "Since there are instructions to launch a siege, of course we don't mind intervening. However, it seems that Mr. Yang's peripheral armed forces are all in the African and Eurasian theaters, and they are not under the control of our Pacific Region! And the recent response of the Chinese government has been a bit tough, which is not suitable for action. ”

Mr. Solomon smiled meaningfully and made no comment. A man sat quietly for a moment, then got up and left silently.

The people who stayed behind watched him slowly take the coat and hat from the waiter's hand, and their hearts were full of doubts: "What the hell is this old guy doing?" ”

The news would not leave this room, but the order of action quickly spread throughout the world before long. When the agents received the feedback that the resources were pre-booked, they immediately understood everything. Many people regret their hesitation.

The comprehensive encirclement and suppression of Yang Hao Group, under the cover of the successive high-tide appearances of the fighting between China and the United States, quietly unfolded in a way that is difficult for ordinary people to guess!

Central Africa, the southern border checkpoint of the capital Bangui.

A rudimentary sentry post made of logs stands on the side of the road, and the thick wood with the mouth of the bowl is haphazardly reinforced with iron wire to form several deer barbs, and the front is placed on both sides, assisted by rusty barbed wire, forming a 20-meter-wide defensive line.

In the middle of the road, the white-painted watchtower skin is mottled, and it is covered with dozens of bullet holes, large and small. The glass on both sides facing the road was rotten, leaving only broken holes.

An uneven piece of wood acts as a railing, blocking the way horizontally. With a stone on their knots, two soldiers with AK47s on their shoulders stood loosely, chewing something in their mouths and letting the cloudy juice trickle down their dark and glowing chests.

In the distance, where the vegetation was cut down, a cloud of muddy dust was rising. Under the equatorial sun, the moist air distorts the light like a mirror. Two soldiers put their hands on the pergola and looked over, vaguely two of the most common tattered pickup trucks in Central Africa.

Having a car comes means that there are benefits to take.

The two sentries excitedly shouted twice in the local language, turned around and beat the watchtower.

A head in a green flat hat sticks out of the window, glances in the direction the pickup came from, and nods at the sentry. After a while, he came out of the door on the other side, tightened the belt around his waist, pressed his right hand on the handle of the gun exposed outside the holster, and stood in the middle of the railing with his legs crossed, his two eyes staring at the approaching car through the toad mirror.

The pickup trucks are not moving very fast, mainly because the roads in Central Africa are too bad. It's also near the border with Zaire, and neither country is willing to spend their scarce money on it. As a result, you can see that the winding road is full of large and small potholes, and if you run fast, you can turn people's intestines out. Generally, it is difficult for cars to pass, and only pickup trucks and off-road vehicles with high enough chassis and hard shock absorption are the most suitable.

A few minutes later, the two cars finally arrived, and it was the Great Wall pickup truck that had gradually opened up sales in Africa in recent years. The body of the car was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the doors and sides of the car had bullet holes that were clearly pierced. Indiscriminately fill the traces with putty. Some of the bullet holes were simply left there. on both sides of the door and on the front windshield. There are also cracks caused by bullets passing through, which are all attached horizontally and vertically with adhesive tape.

In the first car, a local guide leaned out and said a few words in the local language to the green-capped officer, and then showed the dollar bill in his hand.

The two sentinels' eyes lit up, and they took each other's elbows and grinned to come and get them.

The officer in the green flat hat snorted suddenly, under the incomprehensible gaze of the two. With a gloomy face, he walked over slowly.

The two sentries then grabbed the AK47, put their hands on the trigger and crossed their waists, pointed their guns at the pickup, and looked like they were facing a great enemy.

In both cars, the front and back seats were full. The back compartment was covered with canvas, and I don't know what it was pulling.

Seeing their reaction, the local guide shrugged helplessly at the people in the car and explained in broken English: "They probably see that your car is relatively new, so the general price may not pass." Do you want to add a little more? A little should do the trick. ”

The corners of the big man's mouth twitched slightly, and he muttered angrily: "This broken car that has been used for several years is still new?" How long has it been since they've seen anything good? Fack! Then a few more! ”

Another big man in the back seat handed over three 20-dollar bills between his fingers. Naturally, the guide slipped one of them into his jacket pocket, then shook the other two hard twice out of the window. Let the sunlight reflect the unique brilliance of the paper.

The two sentinels couldn't control their greedy gaze for a moment, their big eyes widened, and their heads swayed from side to side with the bills.

But the officer in the green flat hat only glanced at it, and then he did not move, and his hand did not take his gun off the handle, and slowly detoured from the front of the car to the left, bent down and rolled his eyes, carefully observing the driver and the passengers in the back seat.

The majestic driver grinned at him nonchalantly, and the scar on his face writhed like a centipede, looking particularly fierce. With the scars on his open furry chest, two big rough hands that could easily grasp the basketball, a fierce aura came out of his body.

The eye sockets of the green flat hat hidden behind the sunglasses contracted violently, and the hand holding the handle of the gun was clenched unconsciously, and the whole body tensed as if it had encountered a rattlesnake, and his eyes paused, as if nothing had happened, and he walked to the next car as if nothing happened.

The guide breathed a sigh of relief, but the driver's smile cooled suddenly, and he immediately pressed the throat microphone hidden under the collar and whispered: "Pay attention, it's a little wrong, get ready for battle." ”

The guide was close at hand, he could hear it clearly, and he saw the driver trick and took out a Beretta M92F from under the seat, and the person in the back seat even took out the AK47-U with a folding handle.

The driver gently pressed his shoulder with his big hand and smiled: "Relax man, maybe nothing will happen." ”

The guide wailed in his heart, "Only by believing in you will there be ghosts!" It's so obvious, where is the possibility of being spared! He only hated himself for being too greedy before, and he was bent on making a lot of money from these people, and he ended up in this dangerous situation!

In the rearview mirror, you can clearly see that the green flat hat has seen the second pickup truck as usual, and even lifted the canvas to take a closer look, and found that it is all large and small backpacks that he can't recognize, as well as some food and the like.

It looks like a group of backpackers visiting Africa, or adventurers who are ready to do something else. In short, they are all commonplace types, except that the car is relatively new, and there is not much abnormality in it.

He casually pulled twice, then stopped the intention of serious searching, and as he turned and walked forward, his right finger quietly picked the holster buckle, and at the same time his head lightly touched the side of the black watchtower.

The two sentries could see it clearly and clearly, their lazy posture swept away, and they separated left and right with great skill, shouting at Pikawuli!

At the same time, the beret also pulled out his pistol, and rushed to the right side of the rear car with an arrow step, pointing at the people inside and screaming, while shouting that his hands shook violently, shaking the painted gun body to a pulp, and it seemed that it was going to fall apart at any time, and it was more likely to go off at any time!

The driver of the car in front didn't blink an eyelid, and asked the guide with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "What are they shouting?!" ”

The guide clasped his head with his hands and shouted in despair: "They said that the number of people in our car is singular, which is disrespectful to their traditions, and it is a very big trouble, and they want us to get out of the car and surrender!" Otherwise, shoot! ”

The driver scolded unhappily: "Fake! Stupid, they can't make excuses! Forget it, it's inevitable that something like this will happen sooner or later, man, cover your ears. ”

As he spoke, he slammed the guide down with his left hand, letting his curled body cover his chest, and his right hand was resting on his left arm, forming a stable support, and his fingers pulled the trigger, and three bullets hit the chest of the sentry on the right side with a bang! Then the butt arched and slammed into the car door, and it rolled and flashed out!

It was only a second late, and the strong man sitting on the left side of the back row raised a short burst and shot two short points in a row! The bullet punched a fist-sized hole in the windshield, knocking the sentry on the left and falling backwards! The AK47 that imported the trigger involuntarily threw upward, and a string of bullets grazed the roof of the pickup truck and spilled into the sky crookedly!

The sudden gunfire came too suddenly, and the green flat hat was completely unprepared, and in a moment's stunned effort, a saber flew out of the window of the back seat of the rear car, hitting him in the throat, cutting off the trachea at the same time, and pulling a crack in the major artery by the way.

The head of the green flat hat shrank back suddenly, the sunglasses fell off the bridge of his nose, revealing the eyes full of surprise, his mouth gurgled backwards, and he pressed back his hand to press the neck that was spraying blood from the blood trough, and at the same time his right hand was unwilling to pull the trigger.

The car door opened violently, and the edge slapped right on his gun-holding hand, revealing a smiling black face inside, and the muzzle of the black shotgun spewed out a thick tongue of fire at his chest!

Half of the green flat hat's body trembled violently, and one fell backwards! In his consciousness before death, he vaguely saw that someone on the other side jumped down, pulled away the individual bazooka with a "bang" in his hand, and aimed at the watchtower and pulled the trigger fiercely.

"Boom!"

A blinding burst of fire tore the watchtower into garbage on the spot! Several other sentinels hiding inside, as well as a contact, were killed on the spot!

Everyone jumped out of the car and swept into the boiling fireworks, each emptying a magazine. Immediately, they rushed into the rubble and searched it. On the body of one of them, photographs of two cars were found.

The scar-faced man led by him spat fiercely and scolded unwillingly: "Damn bastard, we can't move forward now!" Signal the boss, we have to go to Zaire. ”

The two cars restarted and rushed off the road towards the southern border.

Soon after, at his base on the eastern shore of the Caspian Sea, Leoni grimaced a large map of Africa and crossed out a dotted line across the southern border of Central Africa with a solid arrow south to Zaire.

Next to him, the old Maozi Nikolaev spewed wine in his mouth and asked, "How many are these?" ”

Leoni threw away his pencil and replied stiffly: "It doesn't matter how many, it's clear that they are planning to force all of us into Zaire and then encircle and annihilate us in one fell swoop!" (To be continued......)