The unusually large-scale movement of Yemeni government forces heralded the imminent decisive battle around the capital Sana'a, and the entire Yemeni people were panicked, Sana'a was on the cusp of the storm, and a battle of fate was about to begin. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Leader Petrarch, please give orders for battle!"

The person who replaced Mobis as the operational commander was Beria, a blonde man in his early forties who followed Mobis to Yemen as a former captain of the U.S. Army Special Operations Team. Currently, Beria is a lieutenant colonel in the rebels.

"Lieutenant Colonel Beria, order the garrison of the Bab el-Mandeb Strait military base to move to the east, and the Sana'a garrison quickly assembles!" Beria's eyes were blazing, and his blood was boiling when he listened!

"Chief, I request to be the commander of this operation!" Beria's blood, please!

"Lieutenant Colonel Beria!" Petrarch waved his trench coat and turned his back to Beria.

"Our mission ......"

"It's a strategic shift!"

"Yes!" Beria saluted a standard military salute, fiery ambition! I was just about to turn around and leave, but I suddenly reacted, it was not right......

"Lieutenant Colonel, deliver the order immediately!"

“Yes.sir！” Beria did not hesitate any longer and left decisively.

The cigarette in Petrarch's hand was almost lit, and he looked at the dark shadow in the clouds in the distant sky, frowned, and muttered to himself:

"Mobis, if you are TND, Lao Tzu ......"

Petrarch hesitated to throw away the cigarette butt in his hand, thought about it, took a puff, and leaned back in his chair:

"Is it really worth $100 million to buy my life?"

In a trance, Petrarch saw Mobis, and he said:

"Helim, instead of being scolded in the future, it's better to be scolded now! Pull this country out of the shadows......"

"You help me, I'll do it!" At that time, Petrarch was only forty-six years old and in the prime of life, and Mobis was 42 years old.

"Good!"

“……”

"Who is it?"

Petrarch's eyes changed sharply, his eyes were full of fierce killing intent, and he attacked the woman walking in front of him, plain white folds, blooming lilies, and his eyes flowed with bright light, flowing like a stream in his heart.

"Victoria, what are you doing here!"

“My.president！”

Victoria's back rests on the edge of the military conference table, and the graceful curves of her body are unmistakable!

Victoria suddenly raised her head and bent down, which made Petrarch suddenly wary, and his eyes became even more fierce!

"Victoria, you are not my opponent, I would like to advise you."

Petrarch said in a stiff tone, Victoria's fingers gently touched the silky white dress, slid over the white thighs, and stopped somewhere at the base of the thighs, the posture was very sultry!

"My.general!"

Victoria's hand was on her thigh, and the outline of some sharp object was faintly visible, but Petrarch didn't react in the slightest, staring straight at her.

"Captain Petrarch, you can't bear to abandon me in this place, and when the time comes, I will be teased by the honorable leaders of the government army, and I won't even be as good as a......" Victoria's eyes changed, his gaze was condensed like a sharp sword, and the aura on his body also completely changed, terrifying murderous aura!

"Have you forgotten how you survived fifteen years ago?" Victoria's tone was like the cold wind of Antarctica wrapped in ice chips!

When Petrarch heard this, his expression immediately froze, and his eyes returned to the Middle East war, where flesh and blood were flying and corpses were piling up!

"You!" Petrarch was speechless for a moment!

"Pit viper!" Victoria's gaze pierced Petrarch's memory, the depths of his soul, the eternal nightmare!

Blood, flesh, bones, this is the seventeenth Middle East war......

The explosion of neutron bombs destroyed all the precision instruments here, carpet bombing three times a day, the average fuel consumption of a bomber and aircraft in developed countries is 600,000 US dollars a day, and the cost of missiles is millions of dollars, nuclear weapons have not yet been put into use, people have returned to the level of World War II!

The small countries here are gradually reduced to war machines, and after they lose their masters to operate, they start to fight!

In the seventeenth Middle East war, the spirit of war is a mercenary, the strongest. He has his own tough team, Gordon who is good at explosives, Flu who is good at stealth combat, Sniper Hawk, Gunsmith Pascal, and Petrarch Helim for intelligence missions, codename - Pit Viper.

The root of war is the desire ......

Isn't money the desire to dominate the whole world, there are many people who want to make war money, provide tanks to one country, provide anti-tank rocket RPGs to enemy countries, and a lot of wealth flows to the top of the black gold empire - Rothschild......

Petrarch gets caught in the bait and begins a nightmare that he will never forget......

Professional executioners injected drugs into his blood, artificially stimulated his brain, tortured his spirit, dissected his internal organs, and while he was alive......

He couldn't rest for hundreds of hours, and endured the most intense level 10 pain when his willpower was at its weakest, and even Petrarch's steely body was shattered into a pile of mud.

Finally, on the verge of death, the woman who appeared in front of him was like an angel, with a little girl of five or six years old by his side!

"Do you want to live?"

"Want to ......," Petrarch said weakly, time had changed him completely? No, he just wanted to live.

The woman's code name was Nyx, but she wasn't an angel, she was a devil......

"You're Eris!"

"Chief Petrarch, don't worry, your life was sold to you by Rothschild, and death can't take it, and of course I can't ......" Victoria's expression instantly returned to normal, charming and seductive, sexy and stunner.

"Tell me, what do you want to do!"

Petrarch seems to understand that what he can never get rid of is called fate. He is in this bureau, and he has long been involuntarily. It's just that this kind of fate is not determined by heaven......

"What you need to do is very simple, go kill someone, it's easy." Victoria pulled out a photograph from her hand, and the person on it was ...... Brandon.

"He's staying with a bug and a rat right now, kill them if you don't mind."

"What is this?" Petrarch picked up the photo and looked at the deep eyes of the red-haired man in the suit inside.

"A little woman's request, isn't it okay......"

Victoria put her hand on Petrarch's neck, full of provocativeness. Petrarch saw in an instant the eyes that connected the fallen souls that had sunk into the abyss......

Why didn't she do it herself, this question, Petrarch didn't ask.

“Good.luck，My.general！ (Good luck, my general!) ）”