Spanning three provinces, the tracking team rotated, and finally, when the target convoy arrived in the town for repairs, the tracking team, which had already changed four waves of people, immediately set up a radio and sent a message to Shepard.

"The eagle is in the nest!"

"Let people prepare, tomorrow we have a big one!"

Shepard couldn't help but rub his somewhat swollen head, in order to ensure that the gold mine can be mined smoothly without attracting too much attention, he must arrange everything for the thousands of miners, and this kind of work is a bit out of the ordinary for him, but fortunately, the African people are very well fed, and they don't need to buy a house, so they can save some money every day when they are full of food and drink.

Therefore, Shepard actually doesn't have much to do, just ensure an adequate supply of materials and timely economic support.

"Well, we have to find a good secretary!"

With his head on the back of his hard chair, Shepard suddenly remembered his high school, when he had his soft and plump thighs as a pillow every day.

"Well, the secretary has to find a big-breasted one!"

After taking notes in the notebook, Shepard got up and began to put on his gear.

Although he didn't have to participate in this kind of thing, after all, it was the first time he had come out to do something bad on his own, so in order to increase his knowledge and experience, he still put on his protective protection, put on a helmet, and then jumped into the helicopter with the Shadow Squad.

"Remember, forget your habits when shooting, and learn from the locals!"

On the plane, Shepard did not forget to repeat the precautions to everyone.

Since this matter has nothing to do with Katanga, any details that may have come to light must be double-checked.

You can't eat chewing gum and can't smoke cigarettes, but a few people brought vodka, in addition, everyone replaced their Soviet-made rifles, and the snipers were replaced with French mas49 rifles, which are products that the French improved after the war mas44 rifles, in addition to their own use, Algeria is also using them, so it is not unfamiliar in Africa, and its caliber is 7.5mm, so it has nothing to do with the Shadow Company!

The team set off at 10 p.m., and Shepard had the helicopter start its night flight even a week before to make sure everything was in order, so the civilians gathered around the camp were not surprised by the helicopter flying in the sky at night.

The two Hueys carried the operation team all the way north along the daily flight path, and only after leaving the village and entering the primeval forest did they begin to move west according to the map, because there was no navigation, so the helicopter flew very low, and flew to the target area in the early hours of the morning, guided by the road and the city lights in the distance.

The PMCs who had been waiting here in advance had already marked and guided the path with a huge flame burning pattern, so the helicopter landed safely and lowered the operation team to the ground.

"How's the goal?"

"It's normal, that guy drank six bottles of red wine last night, ate three quails, thirty-eight eggs, and called three dancing girls to sleep with, well, he definitely won't get up until twelve o'clock at noon!"

The South Vietnamese PMC, with jungle camouflage painted on his face, relayed all the surveillance in the town to Shepard, who spat on the ground with disdain, and then scolded the scumbag, not knowing if it was because the guy was overeating and consuming the rations of the African people or for some other reason.

"Well, it's hard work, after the matter is over, I will definitely not treat everyone badly!"

"This is all to repay the boss for your kindness!"

"Hey, what to repay, help each other!"

Shepard is more and more fond of these guys from the South Vietnamese Einsatzgruppen, although a considerable number of them are almost forty years old, but they still work neatly, not inferior to young people, it seems that when the United States opens up from Vietnam, he needs to recruit a little more!

Although it has been busy for most of the night, everyone still can't rest, the helicopter landing site is still about ten kilometers away from the ambush site, but fortunately, the sky has brightened a lot at this moment, the visibility is much better than before, and the things on everyone's back are not too heavy, and finally at six o'clock in the morning, Shepard and they rushed to the ambush area.

It was a relatively large U-bend, going around a dense jungle, and because of the road problems, cars would slow down as they passed, which was a good ambush.

After the rapid march reached the ambush area, the tracking team sent another message, and the target did not make the slightest movement to get up, so the ambush team finally had time to rest.

Immediately everyone put down their backpacks and found a dry place to start resting on the spot, eating and eating, and making up for sleep, only the bitter sentry still maintained observation and monitoring of the radio, especially the radio soldiers, the sentry still has someone to replace, but there are only a few who can operate the radio, after the tracking team is divided into most of the time, he is the only one who can operate the radio, but fortunately he poured himself a lot of coffee before leaving, but he can still persevere.

After everyone slept until nine o'clock in a daze, they all got up from the ground and prepared for battle, but there was still no movement on the tracking team's side, and Shepard thought that the other party was asleep, but when he sent a telegram to ask, he learned that the guy was still sleeping!

"It's nine o'clock, and he's not going to leave yet?"

"The tracking team said that the target walked more freely, and there was even a situation where he set off at 12 o'clock and rested at 3 o'clock!"

"It's too easy for this official!"

Shepard then yawned and lay down again.

"The other party is moving, call me!"

And this shout waited until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"They're finally getting ready!"

The well-rested ambush team immediately entered their positions, ready to settle the battle as quickly as possible when the convoy arrived, but less than half an hour after everyone deployed, the radio called again.

"They're not leaving!"

"You say it again?"

"The target looks like they're going to stay in town for another day, and they're not leaving!"

At this moment, Shepard only felt that a thunderbolt on a sunny day hit his head like this, it took tens of thousands, hundreds of kilometers to travel, and a month of careful planning, just to survey the scene It took two weeks of an ambush to release the pigeon.

"Why don't we rush over and kill that guy?"

"Head, calm down!"

Realizing that Shepard really seemed to have a tendency to do something like this, several PMCs immediately hugged him.

"Calm down, boss, you don't want others to know that you did it, calm down, it's just a day, I promise, that guy will die tomorrow!" You have to be sane! ”

"What the hell, this makes me so sane?"