Chapter 235 PMC Squad and the Coming Seals

"Can you tell me about the girl named Hannah?"

Jiejie's first sentence made someone's hairs stand on end, and the place that should have been erected suddenly softened.

"Huh?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want to get to know my opponent."

Jiejie stuck out her tongue and licked it lightly on his neck, then snorted and spit for a long time, making Jack laugh half to death, sweat mixed with the smell of DEET, salty and spicy.

Men are stinky, when a girl who loves cleanliness no longer dislikes you as a stinky man and is willing to stick with you, it means that she is really attracted to you.

Jack still understands this, just holding a girl and telling the story of another girl, usually the ending will not be too good.

They were on an island at this time, and although they didn't have firewood knives, sugarcane knives were everywhere, so it was not difficult to find small boats

"The story starts a few years ago"

Jack recounted the experience of this life, from the unexpected death of his parents to how he entered the LAPD police station through his efforts.

From his initial relationship with Hannah, to the gradual love between the two, to helping Hannah complete her revenge in Margrave Town, even Zoe and Maureen did not hide their affairs from Jiejie and told them about it.

What I never expected was that Jiejie was not most concerned about his romantic affairs, but about his damn strange physique.

"Since you said that every time you are extremely nervous, there will be a situation that gets out of control, why is it okay from yesterday to now?"

Jie Jie looked suspicious, as if she was carefully recalling whether this guy secretly got along with other women after the two battles yesterday, especially the young and beautiful little Internet celebrity.

Jack couldn't laugh or cry, "Of course, because I wasn't nervous enough before." ”

How can that little scene like yesterday qualify to give him an adrenaline rush now, is it difficult for him to explode three heads in a row from Starbucks God of War? Not to mention dealing with an unarmed dwarf villager.

Even the last battle of fame didn't affect him much, well, it was Hannah who took the initiative to help him solve it afterwards, for which the two unlocked a new location achievement, the underground parking lot of the FBI building.

The modification fee of the Firebird is really not in vain at all, and the suspension effect is not an ordinary stick.

Jack was complained of by some people that night for not being passionate enough, but they had been expecting his furious state for a long time.

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After listening to Jack's story of fighting ogres in New Mexico, Jiejie finally believed that he would not easily enter that state of loss of control now, but that didn't mean that the girl completely believed this guy.

"You must have a secret."

Jiejie stroked her smooth arm as she left, still suspicious.

Say that pinching a cross mark with your fingernail on the bag bitten by mosquitoes can stop itching and reduce swelling, and deceive children not to bring this, right?

Who hasn't done such a thing when they were young, why is it so effective in the hands of this guy? Although the swollen lumps that were bitten out of his body have disappeared cleanly, he always feels that this guy is taking advantage of himself with bad intentions.

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When it was dawn, everyone got up and got busy.

The men took turns using machetes and sugar cane knives to clear the tropical vegetation near the small building, which was a very hard job, but it was absolutely necessary to clear the shooting boundary.

The airdropped PMC team can not only bring military and material support, but also attract dangerous attention, in the state of this small island, the parachute falls at the same time, it also means the complete exposure of the abandoned mine.

But they had to take a gamble because the generators didn't have much diesel in stock, and running out meant they could no longer get clean groundwater from deep wells.

And they don't have many containers to store water, not to mention that even relatively clean fresh water can't last for a few days in such hot and humid conditions.

There is not much food brought down from the plane, most of the meals on the plane are semi-finished products, the quantity is not much, and there are no refrigeration conditions, at most by tonight must eat all of them.

All that was left was snacks and a small amount of packaged bread that the passengers had brought with them, and they didn't even make it to the third day.

As a result, this sturdy concrete building became a stronghold that everyone had to hold onto, and if it weren't for the tropical jungle, it would be difficult to ignite, and Jack even wanted to start a forest fire directly after clearing a firebreak.

It's a pity that this is not the kind of big forest in Canada that can burn for a year, and in this kind of tropical rainforest where it rains every day, even if General Li May is brought back to life, his idea will not be realized.

But Jack still insisted, mobilizing everyone to clear the bushes and tall grass around the small building as much as possible.

For this reason, he and Gasparé deliberately rushed back to the place where the two pickup trucks were hidden yesterday, concentrated the gasoline of the two cars into one car, and drove back.

Using the pickup truck as a tractor and using an iron-toothed rake left behind in the mine, they forced themselves into the bushes south of the small building and pulled out a large clearing.

In this way, counting the original barbed wire wall, the south side of the small building is close to the jungle, and there is an open area of nearly seventy or eighty meters, and the defensive pressure is greatly reduced.

Otherwise, even if PMC joins, they will not have the confidence to rely on this small building to cope with the siege of dozens of people.

You must know that according to the information obtained from the previous interrogation, the guerrillas affiliated with the "Abu Zayev" organization had more than a dozen veterans who had experienced the battle of Marawi.

Not to mention that there are still thousands of militants on the island who are eyeing these foreign meat tickets, especially now that the news has spread, God knows how many people will be attracted.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jack poured gasoline on it, and a fire ignited the gathered plants, and the black plume of smoke rose into the sky, becoming the best beacon of indication.

An unmarked C-130 transport plane flew over the abandoned mine, dropping five PMCs and two large red and blue drop boxes.

Fortunately, the open space on the northern side of the mine is large enough for people and drop boxes to land safely.

"Hello Captain Torrance, we are the advance team sent by Pioneer Airlines, I am Shebeck, this is Isaac, Mo, Wells, Lake."

The leader of the PMC team was a bald black man who looked only half a year smaller than Gasparé, and after greeting the crew and passengers who had gathered around, he squeezed his eyes at Jack, making him confused.

"Agent Jack Tawoller? I have admired the daimyo for a long time. ”

The PMC squad leader, Shebeck, took the initiative to extend his hand to Jack.

"Jason and Sonny, they're on their way, they're going to be our backup and guide everyone back."

(End of chapter)