Cape Town Intracity .....

The news of Sean's attack came back as soon as possible, and without any hesitation or waiting for an order for help, the American GIs who came to Cape Town rushed out with a scream.

Is this a simple assault on the boss?

It's fucking slapping the face of the umbrella!

There is no need to mobilize at all, these American GIs have a sense of belonging to the umbrella, and the world's largest PMC company is not received at the highest standard when it goes to carry out tasks.

Even if everything is done in the local area, the other party only dares to complain to the umbrella, and does not dare to start legal proceedings! It's not awesome enough, it's not enough for you to have a sense of belonging!

It's much better than the employees of any Fortune 500 company!

20 military Humvees, with machine guns welded on top and bullet chains attached, rushed into the streets without any scruples. Step on the gas pedal to the end!

Horn press to the end! Driving directions? Red light?

What doesn't exist, how to get close, how to walk!

When you run a red light, the machine guns on the roof are pointed directly at the cars on both sides, and the sound of sudden braking can be heard immediately. The kind that stomps to death, and the tires are smoking.

It is much more effective than any traffic police command, even if someone hits someone in the back of the buttocks, he honestly stays in the car and does not dare to move!

Whenever the car in front of you looks through the rearview mirror, it immediately gets out of the way, preferring to drive onto the sidewalk rather than block it. One walk and one pass, the traffic is paralyzed!

Several white traffic policemen saw the Humvee convoy rushing over, and the older man grabbed the person next to him and turned around and left without saying a word. That yellow-orange-orange bullet chain is the highest level of pass!

Tube?

What if it doesn't exist, how can I care if I don't see it at all?

You've got eyes on the back of your head! Didn't you have long eyes to see the bullet chain?

Come, the traffic police clothes are given to you, you go and stop the car!

They waited for the convoy to pass before they immediately reported to the authorities, and the transport department was stupid, of course they knew that the convoy belonged to Sean, and they reported it to the government as soon as they arrived in Cape Town.

It is illegal to possess lethal weapons in other areas, and no security company will be present with a gun on the North Side. But, there is only one north in the world....

These PMC companies in other countries are not used to your legal department laws, I am a PMC registered in the United States, in line with the laws of the United States, then in accordance with the laws of all countries in the world!

It's so arrogant!

The news quickly reached President Frederick William de Klerk. So far, they have not received news of Sean's attack.

"Do you need to ask me?" Deklerk's face darkened, "This is South Africa, they're breaking the law, you know!" The people below did not speak, bowed their heads and scolded.

Time waits for no one, of course De Klerk knows what the people below think, and snorted and said, "Catch up and make an interception gesture."

One sentence set the tone, and the people below immediately knew how to do it. Why is it the president, this is to say that there is a level.

A few key words "catch up" posture, not interception, is chasing, that is in the rear, in fact, there is no interception effect at all, posture is better understood, posture and attitude, not the result.

Sean has been keeping a low profile since he came to Cape Town, and now his subordinates are suddenly making a fuss, and they don't need to ask to know that something is wrong. At this time, it is rash to stop it, isn't that a thunderstorm for others, and the South African government is not stupid.

....·.

Despite the quick reaction of the Hummer convoy, the first to arrive on the scene was a Black Hawk gunship. Sean likes to take the Black Hawk with him when he travels, a multi-functional model with powerful firepower and can cope with various needs.

"Black Hawk 10 arrives in the skies, OVER."

"Very good, kill it, remember to keep it alive." Sean said lightly. Helicopter gunships are the natural enemy of the Army!

Rockets, heavy machine gun strafing, Hellfire missiles, any one is a nightmare for the army, if you can still have a chance to escape in the face of infantry pursuit on the grassland, in the face of helicopters you have to fight back.

At least die decently!

Wait for the Hummer convoy to arrive

It's time to clean up the battlefield and find some fish that have slipped through the net. It was only at this time that the South African high-level received the news of Sean's attack.

-..

De Klerk frowned, looked at the intelligence department and asked, "Tell me, who did it?" "It's not us." The head of the intelligence service, Reshati Guzmán, replied.

"If you say it's not, you're not you, this is South Africa, and it has nothing to do with us, who believes it?" Deklerk slammed the table, "You go and explain to the Americans and see if they believe it or not!"

Reshati Guzmán shut up and didn't speak, not to mention that they didn't find the mastermind behind it, they didn't even see the living attackers, they let the umbrella people take them away, even the fucking corpses!

There are only a few weapons left, which, interestingly, are all South African military equipment. Framed?

Reshati Guzmán himself is not sure whether it was done by some people in the army, since Mandela was released, all the ghosts, snakes and gods in South Africa have jumped out, and he can't see who is thinking or which side he is on.

Besides, what if the culprit is really found?

Will Sean believe it when you say it? Will the U.S. government believe it? Will the Europeans believe it?

I'm afraid that many people in the South African government don't believe it!

Ordinary people will only believe what they want to believe, and politicians, will only believe what is good for them. Otherwise, if you throw the evidence in their faces, even if it is a video, they will say that you are slandered.

Of course De Klerk knows, but this is not a reason for the people below to do things badly, and it would be better if you found out earlier.

After Sean's time bomb entered South Africa, he ordered the intelligence services to keep an eye on it, but something went wrong. "Could it be those who did it?" De Klerk glanced at Guzmán.

Guzmán was slightly stunned, what is the benefit of deducting the black cauldron to the?

The president doesn't say anything casually, it's all purposeful, and it's clear that the president doesn't care about the real masterminds.

.....

Sean didn't go to the appointment, his whereabouts were leaked, it must not have been leaked by his own people, so who is that? When there is no way to be sure that the are not suspicious, Sean can't go any further.

Who knows if there will be tons of explosives buried under the ass by then! If that were the case, he would be dead even if he sat in Army One.

Escorted by helicopter and convoy, he returned to his villa in Cape Town, and the living ones were brought back.

I heard that the men in the family were attacked, and the roof of the Army No. 1 car was shattered into a hole, which was hit by an anti-tank missile, and the women in the family were crying and crying, and the chickens and dogs jumped for a while.

is not in a hurry to interrogate, first collect some necessary information, so that the parties can distinguish the truth of the interrogation results, so Sean still has time to comfort this group of women.

It's annoying to have too many women! ......

"These people are not black, although they look like they are of mixed race, they are Tuagreans, and they are troublesome." Lorraine held a document in her hand and explained to Sean in detail what a Tuagre is.

"You mean, they must have been hired." Sean's brows furrowed slightly, in trouble! It's not that the Tuagre people are in trouble, it's that in this case, there are too many suspects!

"Do you have judgment?"

Lorraine did not answer, but continued: "Their leader is called Mosa, and he is willing to cooperate with our questioning, but he has asked for his people to be released."

"Fake, who attacked me, it's an RPG and an anti-tank missile, and now you want me to release other people, what do you think, you really think I'm Sean a bully?" Sean was all happy.

"I suggest releasing them." Lorraine continued, and Sean looked up and looked at the other in surprise.

"I just said that the Tuagraves are troublesome, a mercenary race, and men have been on the battlefield as mercenaries for generations." Sean snorted, "And then, am I afraid of them or am I afraid of the umbrella?"

"We are all over 40 years old, and they all have descendants and relatives.

I'm sure I'll pick up a gun and fight." Lorraine looked serious, for fear that Sean would not pay attention, so she stepped forward and kicked Sean's foot, "It doesn't matter if the Tuagre people die on the battlefield, but once they are abused or slaughtered after being captured, their descendants and relatives and friends will take revenge, this is tradition!"

"If it were you, your father or brother would be killed, and you would not stop without killing the other party!"

"I, he, Fark!" Sean doesn't even know what to say, it's you guys who attacked me, hey! Is there still a law?

Is there still a royal law!

It's as if I'm the worst of the worst sinners!

Lorraine understood what Sean was thinking, and continued to persuade: "For them, going to the battlefield to kill or be killed, this is work, generations, so they attach great importance to the treatment of prisoners after the war, they don't want to die on the battlefield, but die after surrendering, this is their way of survival."

"Of course they can't beat the umbrella, but they will shoot black guns, and once they retaliate, there is no bottom line, relatives, friends, all of them are on their hunting list."

"And it's very difficult for you to take revenge on them, you don't even have an identity information and a fixed address, how can you find it, it's still semi-nomadic."

Sean was speechless, he was really barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes.

The so-called international public opinion is of no use to them, maybe the revenge is successful, but it is praised, the weak resist the strong, are sought after, and become heroes.

On the contrary, it is Sean, who is engaged in revenge massacres and the like, which must be criticized by the whole world.

He has made a lot of enemies over the years, haven't you seen that someone has attacked him, I don't know how many people are secretly looking forward to him making a fool of himself, and he will definitely not mind pushing it.

Fuck, it's not fair at all!

I, Sean, am now the one to be sacrificed in the midst of injustice, which is outrageous. "I let them go, and not everyone has to learn!" Sean looked awkward.

"There is only one Tuareg in this world."

"What about those ***s."

"You've heard about *** attacking the rich before, they only kill civilians!" Lorraine said with a cold face. Belch..... All right.

Sean thinks about it, if he attacks the rich, the terrorist organization will not dare to give such an order. The top is not the same as ***.

Sean was really angry, but now that he really said that he would kill them, he couldn't give this order. He is not afraid, he is followed by more than a dozen bodyguards every day, but what about his women and children? You can't have a bunch of bodyguards around everyone!

The Tuagre people, the bottom, uneducated, and unable to see the day of their emergence, the average age of men is less than 40, in this world they are the bottom of the bottom, but they are still ruthless!

It's really fatal, I want someone else's, but I want my own!

"I can tell you, I'm not afraid of the Tuaregs, I'm respecting their traditions!" Sean glared at Lorraine and said loudly.

Lorraine pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, respecting other people's traditions, Mr. Sean is the most pure." "I suspect you're sarcastic about me, and you already have the proof." Sean said with a dark face.

Lorraine walked out, and those injured people got decent treatment, and they had to be released anyway, so it was better to be atmospheric. As for Moussa, he was dead, and he himself knew that he had to give Sean an an explanation.

"The man was dressed in a robe, he looked like an Arab, and he gave 5 million...." said everything he knew, but he really didn't know much.

After arriving in South Africa, the weapons were ready, there was enough food in the room for half a month, the time and address of the attack were notified by telephone, and then they were gone.

The report was sent to Sean, and it was not good to see the whole person, so that's it, and a group of enemies were released? "Do you have a goal?" Sean looked up at Armstrong.

"There are no clues, based on the motive, that it could be the South African government, they don't want blacks to get the right to vote." Armstrong said.

"I also said that the blacks are the strongest outside the city, and in order to frame the South African government, they want us to fight with the government." Sean flipped

Rolled his eyes.

Armstrong shrugged, "It could be Europeans, it could be Americans, there are so many interests, everyone wants to cut more cakes, and now you are the target of public criticism, and they can share the cake, if you don't do it, you will rush to the front line, and you won't lose anything."

"Oh yes, ***, Botswana is likely, they want South Africa to decline!"

Damn Farke!

Ordinary cases are easy to solve, and the most annoying thing is that when it comes to politics, especially international politics, all kinds of ghosts, snakes and gods will come out, and your closest partner may be the person who stabs you in the back.

"I think it's those!" Sean said viciously. Armstrong:???

You're working with those, you're allies, they're your dear friends and relatives! Sean squinted at Armstrong, "What's the problem?"

"No, it's those who did it, only they know that you're going over today and know the exact time and route, not who else can they be!" Armstrong immediately changed his attitude and said with a look of hatred, "In their eyes, there is nothing good for white people to let white dogs bit..... Ahem, letting white people fight is the biggest motive, and the evidence is conclusive and irrefutable."

"Very good, give you two days, come up with evidence, and make it public!" Sean nodded in satisfaction.

If he doesn't squeeze more oil and water out of these this time, he will definitely not give up! As for who is behind it ....