Shepard didn't know that the guerrillas didn't want to pay for it at all, but were preparing to dig out his heart with his backhand, and he was still waiting with great anticipation that one day a black uncle with a bag of cash would come out to surprise him.

But unfortunately, it's been a month, Standard Oil's condolences have arrived, and the ransom he is looking forward to has not yet come.

Under the scorching sun, a group of black uncles with chains worked hard to dig pits under the supervision of the yellow race, and the white people on the side were drinking drinks and eating snacks under the sun umbrella.

And the black uncles of the guerrillas are worthy of professional training, digging pits and repairing walls is a piece of cake, a team of less than a hundred people can do it faster than an engineering team of two hundred, Shepard has the heart to leave these guys to work for himself.

"John, we don't engage in slavery now, democracies, we still have to make a face!"

"I know, I know, so, whether those guys want to pay the ransom or not, if not, I'll hand them over to the Wehrmacht!"

"Wait, maybe they're already on their way?"

Looking at the decadent Shepard, Plumri was also quite sympathetic, the bigger the Shadow Company's stall became, the greater the expenses, but the income was not much, although it seemed to be enough to maintain at present, but it was just maintenance, military contractors are here to make money, not to scatter money!

At the same time, the guerrillas who crossed the jungle and desert, as well as the layers of obstacles along the border, also entered Katanga Province, but the condition of several people was not good, along the way encountered torrents and beast attacks, and when they arrived in Katanga, they were exhausted, especially the Soviet instructor Ivanov, who was one meter nine tall, weighed two hundred and forty pounds before departure, and only one hundred and eighty pounds remained after walking out of the jungle, but fortunately, the body collapsed, and the spirit was still there, under the leadership of the other two local guerrillas, The four of them followed the route of the previous guerrillas, preparing to survey the battlefield first, and then the four of them came to the tribe of the fat old man.

Although the local guerrillas and the tribe of the fat old man are inextricably linked, but as the saying goes, relatives are sold, let alone the kind that cannot be beaten with eight poles, and Mobutu did not dare to let the tribe and the guerrillas have any connection with the brutal methods of political opponents, so betraying these people has no psychological pressure on the fat old man.

"A thousand dollars, four people, this old guy is really going to make money!"

Shepard, who put down the phone, shrugged helplessly, he thought that these guys were here to send money to him, but the old man told him that these four guys didn't bring anything but guns and knives, which made Shepard a little angry!

"Hannibal, let Team B go! You come to lead the team, remember, I want to live, I want it all! ”

After putting down the phone, Shepard immediately asked Hannibal to set off with his men, Team A was in charge of the escort of Standard Oil, and he couldn't spare his hand, and Hannibal's Team B happened to be idle, so it was a walk after dinner!

With twenty or so heavily armed soldiers, I went to deal with four exhausted guys, and if it was in a movie, it was possible to overturn, but unfortunately this was not a movie, and all four guys were captured alive, and they didn't even have time to take out their weapons.

At noon Hannibal departed, and by twelve o'clock in the evening four fellows who had been tied up into rice dumplings were brought before Shepard.

"Davaris, welcome, welcome!"

Seeing the other party's majestic body like a polar bear, Shepard knew that this guy was a hairy man and didn't run away, after all, the strong smell of vodka could be smelled several meters away.

"Well, a little better arrangement for the Davaris, it's better to feel at home, you know, it's like going back to the Gulag!"

Shepard didn't rush to interrogate, but straightforwardly put a few guys into different dungeons, and then waited until the next morning, when he ate breakfast leisurely and asked Ivanov, who had been locked up in the dungeon all night, to bring up.

"Comrade, white bread with ham!"

"Comrade, freshly ground black coffee!"

"Comrade, fresh fruit tea!"

Ivanov looked at the man in front of him who was eating and drinking, and wanted to kill the other party with his eyelids, this guy had to call himself before eating and drinking, but he didn't give him a point, he was imprisoned all night, thirsty and hungry, and now he could only watch Shepard scream frantically squirming his throat, secreting saliva to quench his hunger and thirst.

And after eating and drinking, Shepard wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

"So, are you here to deliver money?"

"It's not!"

"That's a shame!"

Shepard shook his head regretfully.

"I'm obviously very sincere, as long as you give money, I will definitely release people, and even your wounded have been saved, Ivan, you make it difficult for me to do this!"

"The Soviets will not negotiate terms with the lackeys of capital!"

Ivanov said very resolutely.

"Okay, since you say so, then I guess it's okay for me to hand you over to the CIA, right?"

Shepard beckoned, and soon a PMC stepped forward with a camera and took a picture at Ivanov.

"There are a few other guys, all take pictures and then let another guy go back!"

"What do you want to do?"

"It's very simple, repeat my request again, and then, if your comrades still feel that you are still insignificant, then I will hand you over to the people who deserve to be handed over!"

Shepard said, pulling out another piece of paper and writing and drawing on it.

"It's not easy for the Soviet mother to train you, so I'll ask more, you are one of the ten black uncles, they are five thousand yuan each, you are one hundred thousand yuan!"

With that, Shepard handed the note to the PMC, who was in charge of the photo, and asked him to put it with the photo.

"Now, I'm afraid you have to live with me for a while, of course, as a free country, we don't encourage you to eat white food, here, you have to get food through your own efforts, I call this labor reform, what do you think?"

"What are you kidding, I'm a major officer, and I'm asking for preferential treatment!"

"Ah, Major? Hurry up, come back! ”

Shepard was also stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked him to come back from the PMC, and then tore up the note and replaced it with a new one.

"Since it's a major, then you have to add money!"