Gunshots usually do not act as a fever in the riots? This is a scene that Buck is extremely familiar with, just like what he saw in Kiev. It is also a gunshot from somewhere inexplicably. Whether it hits the police or the demonstrators, as long as the last Mars is thrown into the crowd filled with excitement, it will immediately detonate!

This has become the most classic way of ignition.

Maybe the people in the front row face the police directly are a little afraid, while the crowd behind will only be more excited in herd mentality, pushing forward hard, throwing stones to smash the roadside windows, and destroying everything that can be destroyed!

The demonstration immediately escalated into riots!

The contractors who stood up on the steps had no expression on their faces. They had no connection with them. They had to do things with money. Some of them might have shouldered a secret mission, but they were more considered as an ordinary day in the various disputes and turmoils that happened every day on this planet.

Except for the sound-testing call in the headset, it will ring every two minutes. One team member will keep responding, and the others will keep communication silent. For such a big slap in countries and capitals, such a defense force with thousands of people, there is no need to worry about monitoring, just to keep the channel open.

Buck noticed that the people on the outside were still waving their phones and watching the messages on the phone screen.

However, the protesters had already begun to shake the quarantine fence placed by the police, and the cordons of the yellow and black strips had long been torn apart. The police, who were crowded into a group of two hundred meters away, hurriedly arranged various transparent shields. This defensive posture further encouraged the arrogance of the rioters. They began to approach the police force in groups, and some people began to pass weapons such as stones and steel pipes from the periphery, and attacked the police at close range.

Countless voices shouting to overthrow the tyranny...

The regime, which seemed quite stable, became an enemy of the people overnight. It was originally a government elected by the people, but was randomly forced to the edge of the cliff by the manipulator.

The way Buck once understood by the way mercenaries overthrow the regime should be to rush the presidential palace or radio stations and other coups with guns, but now it seems like a clumsy means. As long as the people of this country start to make trouble on their own, things will be natural. Any society has unsatisfactory people, which will lead to the restless thoughts of these people. This is a revolution.

And mercenaries like Buck only need to be outside the scene at this time... It shouldn't be just an audience. Buck glanced at Basson. He also had a communicator, covering his ears with his hands and listening, and occasionally passing messages to people around him. The phone on the other hand was shooting steadily.

The police began to retreat back in an orderly manner, and two light explosion-proof vehicles appeared from the back door of the Presidential Palace, using water cannons on the roof and tear gas launchers on the edge of the vehicle to disperse the demonstrators!

The single human body under the high-pressure faucet will easily be overturned, but many people emerged from behind and raised the metal barricade sign in their hands to barely resist this impulse. The most effective thing is tear gas. Several cans ejected more than ten meters, and when they fell into the crowd, they generated a lot of smoke. It seemed that many demonstrators who were prepared had pulled up scarves or masks, but the strong smoke still made the crowd immediately become chaotic, and the water cannon also seized this opportunity to rush into the sparse part of the crowd.

The scene began to be in chaos, and protesters ran around to avoid the impact of water cannons, but the originally dim sky suddenly lit up red light. In the other direction, Buck guessed that there should be a fire on the gate of the Presidential Palace!

The situation is escalating further.

Basson suddenly made a gesture to the side, and the guy standing next to him immediately waved to Buck and the others to lower his voice: "Sit down! Sit down, hide... The military personnel are dispatched!"

Basson also put away the posture he had been shooting, but just stood his phone on the railing to shoot automatically, squatted down and shrugged: "It seems that the previous warm-up preparatory action has aroused the government's vigilance and made a precaution plan... We may have to participate in the action."

The other mercenaries had no expressions. Buck pulled out the telescopic baton from his waist to signal to express his doubts that he was using this.

At this time, a rapid sirens came from the street, and the sharp searchlight began to fly around. The light spots shook more than once beside the wall next to the hidden steps of Buck and his team.

There were footsteps of protesters running around everywhere, and the police were arresting people!

Basson held down his headphones' watch? It was also a bit serious. After a few seconds, he responded to Buck's actions: "After all, this is a spontaneous revolutionary action by the local people. We just maintain order from the side and assist unarmed democratic progressers in resisting the oppression of tyranny. So if you use guns, it seems too involved in this incident. We just ensure that the situation will be in a direction that is beneficial to the revolutionaries..."

Buck also used a very beautiful statement to imitate the French to shrugg and not speak. He was clearly inciting riots and interfering in other countries' internal affairs.

Copason's face was obviously getting worse and worse, and the news from the headphones was not very good: "The military's intervention speed was much faster than expected, and he immediately took out an extraordinary period of curfew. It was broadcast on the local TV station, requiring all the people who were still staying on the street to return home immediately. Before 7 a.m., anyone who stayed on the street would be arrested! This is really a dictatorial and violent regime!"

Gulisa was listening attentively, curling her lips, and her lips, which were slightly shining under the luminous light, just opened, and Buck reached out and covered her!

He didn't think this statement was too shameless. From the standpoint of these people, they were just here to make trouble. Of course, they looked at it this way, different angles and different views. This is how the so-called double standards come from. In fact, if European and American countries themselves cause some riots, such as immigration riots in France and racial riots in the United States, they would take it for granted.

Basson finally made a difficult decision: "I didn't expect their reaction to be so efficient, retreat! Everyone retreated to their residence..."

Buck, who stood up, perfectly interpreted his role and muttered: "I said it's so complicated and it's hard to do it! How many of us have? I'll send guns and launch street fighting against these troops directly inside the city. I dare to guarantee that it will definitely be wiped out in less than two days!"

The other mercenaries laughed, and Basson slapped Buck in the back of the head in dissatisfaction, but the contempt between acquaintances: "What are you talking about? Don't you know if you follow the arrangement? Do you think you are fighting street fights in Grozny? Come on, I'll give you a bucket of diesel, and you went to blow me up the riot truck!"

The mercenaries who experienced the Kurdish night battle together walked quickly and laughed. Those who didn't know about it were frustrated. The group was frustrated with no failure. From the stairs, they mingled into the protesters running around. They also turned their pullovers and hats up and put their hands in their pockets. They looked similar to these locals, and they walked away in a fast and formation manner. They took three days to familiarize themselves with the benefits of the terrain and then reflected in their voices. They returned to the youth hostel silently and gradually encountered other groups on the road, with similar expressions. When they returned to the hostel, they heard the sound of sirens and horns reading the curfew.

Buck noticed that several people were carrying fishing bags, which were carrying tools that could put folded guns inside, and the girl in the red T-shirt was sitting at the table on the hotel terrace facing her computer that she always had.

So Buck naturally remembered Xiang Wan, who also encrypted the computer and kept her body in the process. Could it be that this is a full-time agent similar to his wife?

Buck didn't know that after he exposed his traces in front of Wang Wanyu, he not only attracted his wife to observe him closely, but also allowed China to inform certain diplomatic channels in a vague way and reminded the other party to make a response plan in advance.
Chapter completed!