"Hurry up, send a telegram to Primri, no, call an international call!"

As soon as he entered the door, Shepard couldn't suppress his excitement, and even gave the nanny who came to pick up his coat a big hug, which made the black aunt in her forties look overwhelmed.

"What's wrong, what's the matter?"

"It doesn't matter if you're hiring?"

Shepard rushed to the restaurant in a hurry, grabbed a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and drank it bitterly.

"But I only found out today that the old guy turned out to be William Colby, the dignified director of the CIA, and he personally went out to worry about an Angola, isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

"Not really!"

Smith shook his head and said with some seriousness.

"How much do you know about the choke strategy?"

"Break the strategy? What's that?"

Shepard looked confused, he had never heard of this thing in his previous life or in this life.

"What is the new tactical thinking?"

"Almost, it's just the strategic approach that Perseus proposed to deal with us not long ago!"

"Oh, I see!"

Shepard immediately realized that ordinary people look at Africa and look at resources, but in fact, there is a very important thing in Africa, that is, shipping routes, although there is the Suez Canal, a convenient passage connecting the Mediterranean Sea and the Indian Ocean, but in fact, there are many large ships going to Europe, America and Asia through Africa! Chinese Net

Angola is located in the southwest of Africa, the geographical location is unique, because the European and American giant oil tankers have to detour from the African route, so the Soviet Union has mastered here, you can use airports, ports, and even deploy missiles to threaten the route, and once this place is cut off, it is like Uncle Sam's vital parts were punched by the Soviets.

That kind of sourness, wait, it's Europe that is short of oil, what's the matter with the United States?

Shepard couldn't help but praise his wit, while Smith said angrily.

"Although the first problem must be Europe, we have to have a gesture, don't we?"

"No matter what the gesture is, I'll call first!"

Although it has not yet been approved to intervene directly in the situation in Angola, it is still necessary to make preparations, and the facilities built by Shadow Company before are enough for a company, but for the CIA, they are far from enough to support any big moves.

And Shepard is one step closer to the contractor's road, after all, in a way, the expansion of the airport is also equivalent to undertaking a defense order!

And for Shepard, Angola is a good advertising stage, after all, military contractors want a reputation.

And if you want to participate in such a massive war and grab profits, the current scale of the Shadow Company is far from enough!

Shepard had to expand his manpower again, and this time he needed not only ordinary infantry, but also more specialized technical troops, artillery, engineers, and even armored troops.

"Lao Pu?"

"Head, do you know it's going to be night in Africa?"

On the phone, Plumri looked extremely helpless and anxious, after all, whoever slept at three o'clock at night was called up, it would be like this.

"It's okay, it's daytime on my side!"

Shepard said unapologetically.

"Falk ........."

Primri gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes, then took the coffee the sentry handed him and drank it down.

"I guess if it doesn't matter, you probably won't call me at three o'clock!"

"Well, remember what I told you?"

"You've talked to me a lot, it's all a five-year and ten-year plan, how do I know what it is?"

"Uh........."

Shepard was speechless, blaming him for blowing up when he followed Smith to Black Ops.

"It's the recruitment, those comrades-in-arms you have in Vietnam, the people who have nothing to do after retiring!"

"What, now you're going to use them?"

"Yes, tomorrow you fly back, and we will go to Vietnam!"

"Okay, okay anymore, right?"

"No, let's rest, old fellow!"

"Shit, fuck off!"

Although he scolded like this, a little excitement flashed in Plommri's heart, he didn't have any family, he didn't have many friends, because of his temper, he had offended many bosses, and because of a combat command mistake before, he broke the little brother of the *** company commander who killed twenty-two recruits.

Then the old guy was sent to a court-martial, and fortunately Smith was recruiting, and he saw this old fellow who had won four medals, had been wounded dozens of times, and had gray hair, so he summoned Plumri.

A veteran who is over half a hundred years old and knows nothing but killing people will not find any sense of belonging when he returns to society, and Primri knows many people like him, those old fellows are still active in the jungle so far, not that they really like war, but because without war, they have nothing left.

Soon, they couldn't stay in Vietnam anymore.

Plomri did not go back to sleep, he sat in the courtyard all night, and then the next morning, he packed his bags, and immediately got on a plane from Kinshasa to South Africa, from South Africa to Paris, and finally to New York.

When Shepard asked him if he would like to take a day off before going, Plumri shook his head.

"It's important to get down to business!"

The two then took a naval commuter boat and rocked the sea for several days before returning to Saigon.

In Saigon, Shepard sent Smith's greetings to Colonel Dunn, whom he had seen last time, who then arranged for the two men to fly a Huey helicopter from Saigon to a U.S. military base just 20 kilometers from the front line.

Those old comrades-in-arms in Plomri are here!

Jumping from the messy tarmac, Shepard was greeted by a desolation around him, and for fear of a guerrilla attack, the U.S. military would blow up the trees near the base with thermobaric bombs.

The base was full of shirtless GIs, and there was still the sound of artillery in the distance, and the two of them traveled freely around the base by getting their IA credentials from Smith, and finally, Shepard saw the old friend that Primri was talking about in a field bar with music playing.

"Green berets? I thought your friends were all Rangers!"

"Those guys are almost dead!"

As he spoke, Plumri slapped a silent strong man sitting in the corner under the unfriendly gaze of the bar soldier.

"This is what I told you, John Rambo!"

"Rambo?"