Egypt.

As one of the oldest civilizations in the world, it has always been known for its mystical culture and pyramids.

The past glory of this civilization is buried under the yellow sand, and the traces of some special institutions are well hidden.

The headquarters of the special forces is located in the desert of Egypt.

In a large command room, a tall middle-aged man with a cold face was frowning and flipping through the information in his hand.

He is the commander of the special forces - General Hawke, who has participated in several wars and is a truly experienced professional soldier.

Originally initiated by 10 countries, including the United States, the Special Forces have grown to 23 countries, and are composed of the most technically competent and capable fighters from all over the world.

"General, this is the information of several fighters with the best quality among the various member states who can be included in the inspection list." A tall, blond, blue-eyed soldier walked up to General Hawke and handed him a document.

Because of its special nature, the special forces are kept secret from the outside world, and the application can only be invited by the special forces department after review.

"There is no new blood worth noting." General Hawke asked casually.

"There's Captain Zach Bruce from the U.S. Marine Corps, and there's Bloom Owen, a Sea Dragon commando from Germany, but this one is the most special." The blonde flipped to a page and whispered as she pointed to Mawson's photo above.

"Oh~handsome young man!" General Hawke quipped with a laugh.

"You can see how well he performs and you'll be absolutely amazed!" The blonde smiled mysteriously.

"The data is very ordinary, barely average, oh, his family is very special, he is a rich second generation, and this guy's private life is really ......" General Hawke frowned, obviously feeling that Mawson's data was a little inconspicuous.

"You'd better look back. In less than a month, he has participated in nearly 20 special operations, and even took the initiative to apply for cross-regional cooperation. In every action he was able to complete the task perfectly! ”

"Not long ago. He grabbed the infamous Morery Kevin, and even scared the other side's gangsters into peeing their pants. ”

"Oh?" General Hawke was momentarily interested.

"I remember this Morelli Kevin, who once came into the sight of our special forces because of terrorist activities, right? I didn't expect it to be planted in the hands of this kid before we could do it. ”

"What a strange guy, compared to his previous record, it's like a different person."

While the two were talking, a tall, fair-skinned beauty with long burgundy hair walked in from outside the door.

"Are there any new members to join?"

The red-haired beauty wrinkled her nose, and the small freckles on her face not only did not ruin her beauty, but made her feel more playful, and softened her originally slightly stiff face.

"It's a good seedling." General Hawke said casually.

"Scarlett, how is the assessment of the new team members going?"

The red-haired beauty named Scarlett is a full-fledged member of the special forces, despite her young and beautiful, but she is a real genius, who graduated from college at the age of 12 and has always been the holder of the special forces shooting record.

Scarlett clasped her hands on her shoulders, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, although it's much better than ordinary special operators, it's still not up to our standards." ”

"Maybe you should consider lowering the bar a bit." Scarlett shrugged helplessly.

General Hawke shook his head, "The special forces are the elite of the elite, and we only admit the top fighters. He raised the information in his hand, "Maybe this guy will be a good choice." ”

Scarlett smiled, "Are you going to go out yourself, General?" Have you forgotten the awkward scene when you invited Duke and Rip in Thailand four years ago and were turned down? ”

"That should be your only personal invitation, right?" Scarlett had a teasing chuckle on her face.

"When are you leaving? Can I accompany you, maybe I can be lucky enough to see the embarrassing situation of your second rejection. ”

*****

"Well done, Mawson!"

"Well done!"

French Anti-Terrorism Agency, Mawson accepted everyone's praise with a smile on his face, he touched the medal on his chest and the promoted rank, and couldn't help but show a wry smile on his mouth.

After nearly a month of frantic fighting, his fit with this body has reached 100%, and his physical fitness has basically reached the normal value.

But I didn't think that I didn't receive the invitation from the special forces, but I unexpectedly raised my level, is this crooked?

On his way to the office, he received ambiguous invitations from at least three female clerks, and even around the corner of the hallway, a beautiful woman who accidentally bumped into her arms and secretly stuffed a ball of stockings in her hands.

"The evil capitalist society, the French who are lang~ many!" But Mawson is not in the mood to put this on at all, and just yesterday he saw a series of commercial moves in the MARS industry on the news.

According to Mawson's estimates, the other side should have produced nano warheads, and a meeting may be held at any time, which means that there is not much time left for him.

"Do you want to start another line?" Mawson hesitated for a moment, but lately, he had always felt that someone was following and investigating him nearby. According to his estimates, these people must have been sent by Anna.

It seemed that it was the excitement of being in the manor that night, which made her a little uneasy.

According to the normal route, only the three forces can come into contact with the warhead during the same day delivery.

NATO's Combined Armed Forces, that is, the team of the actor Duke, wants to join now, I'm afraid it's too late.

If he can't get an invitation from the special forces, then Mawson can only choose to approach Anna again and find a way to join MARS Industries!

However, McCarron's organization is secretive, and if he approaches rashly, it may be difficult to gain the trust of the other party, and it may even lead to some unknown variables.

"It's really not good, do you want to rush up on the day of delivery and grab it directly?" Mawson felt a headache.

Although his strength is far beyond ordinary people, neither the special forces nor the MARS industry is good at stubble, let's just say that the electromagnetic pulse cannon that can be called a bug can even overturn armored vehicles with one shot.

His physical fitness is to improve several times, and if he is hit head-on, he can only finish playing.

In addition, what worries Mawson even more is that the experience in the world of Captain America has made him deeply experience the consequences of drastically changing the plot.

Although it is true that you can reap some benefits, but in the last world, if it weren't for the coincidence and a little luck, Mo Sen, who had already played the plot, would have died long ago.

So before the official plot began, he really didn't want to experience the last world again.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Mawson, to celebrate your promotion, let's play until dawn at Louise's Bar in the evening!"

At the same time, in the Kobre manor, Anna hung up the phone with a grim face.