In the dust, three Hummer military vehicles and a wheeled armored vehicle stopped abruptly in front of a rather dilapidated two-story building. The dozen or so mercenaries who had been armed with guns and ammunition had not had time to take off the dust gauze covered on their faces, and they were already anxiously shouting in English or strange Chinese: "Tang, fried rice!"

"Prawns, golden fried prawns!"

"Damn... eggs, cook a big bowl of bastards for me! I need a lot of Chinese sauce, boil it in this bottle of water!"

Amid the chaotic screams, a handsome man with a standard national face, who was about 1.80 meters tall and had a standard national face, smiled and greeted him from the gate on the first floor, and reached out to catch a large bottle of pure water thrown by a mercenary: "Mr. Peinan, the kind of food you mentioned is called wontons, not bastards! In addition... Although the local area is indeed short of water, there is no lack of water for making food for you in my small shop, right?"

Peinan, a mercenary who shook his head like a rattle, held an M14A1 rifle, said seriously: "There are too many depleted uranium bombs that have been suffered in this broken place, and even the fish in the river have deformed varieties! For my life, I'd better be careful!"

Tang Guoming, who squinted his pair of sharp eyes and held a large bottle of pure water in his hand, glanced at the wheeled armored vehicle that had not yet been extinguished, and said casually: "It seems that there is some gain?"

Surviving into the two-story building, Peinan nodded carelessly at Tang Guoming: "He is a valuable guy! He has six bodyguards around him, and no one has a phone number! After lunch, I will hand this guy over to the buyer. If I have better luck, I might be able to retire early!"

Looking at the mercenaries who were controlling the Browning M2HB heavy machine gun on the wheeled armored vehicle again and remained alert, Tang Guoming hesitated for a moment before turning back to the second-story building, walked straight through the store with only four or five tables, and walked towards the kitchen.

Facing Tang Guoming who walked into the kitchen, a burly and strong man with a red sprinkled upper body and covered with shrapnel splattered scars turned to look at Tang Guoming: "Those guys were too careless!"

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, Tang Guoming casually unscrewed the large bottle of pure water held in his hand, raised his head and took a few sips, and then handed the pure water to the burly and strong man standing by the stove: "It's not our business! Did you hear the name of the dish they want?"

He curled his lips with contempt, and the burly and strong man threw a plate of prawns that had just been taken out of the refrigerator into a slightly warm oil pan: "This group of dead foreigners come and go and eat those things, and I can solve them in three minutes! However... in the past month, these guys have come to us for dinner almost every day. Will it be..."

Before he finished speaking, from the waist-high Chinese stove in the kitchen, he suddenly stood up a young man who was as thin as a cheetah, but his eyes were a little blurred: "The taste is not right!"

Looking at the young man holding a knife in one hand and holding a potato in the other hand, the burly strong man suddenly frowned: "Master Pan, can you not be so suspicious? This place is Africa, and one of the most chaotic areas in Africa. It would be nice to not hear the gunshots for three days a year, your sense of guns..."

Shaking his head vigorously, the young man named Mr. Pan threw the potatoes onto the stove: "My feeling is not wrong! Someone is here, and there are quite a few people!"

Looking up at several small buildings outside the kitchen window that had almost become ruins, Tang Guoming sniffed hard, and his face became a little solemn: "It really tastes wrong! It's too quiet, and the wild dogs that can be seen on the streets are also..."

A sharp gunshot suddenly interrupted Tang Guoming's head. With the sharp gunshots, the mercenaries standing in the machine gun positions of the wheeled armored vehicles suddenly fell into the carriage of the wheeled armored vehicles as if they were struck by lightning. After the gunshot, groups of dark-skinned young men and teenagers holding automatic weapons, like hornets pounced on honey, suddenly rushed out of the streets and alleys around the small building, and the various weapons in their hands were even louder.

With a neat crawling and rolling action, Tang Guoming rolled to a cabinet with dishes in the stove in a flash, and reached into the gap between the bottom of the cabinet and the ground. But after a while, Tang Guoming shrank his hand back, turned his head and rushed to the burly and strong man who also crawled to the gas tank in the stove and shouted: "Old Bao, don't move!"

He stuffed the AK74U automatic rifle equipped with drums that had been grabbed from the gas tank in disappointment. The burly strong man reached out to touch his ear and immediately widened his eyes and cursed: "Damn it, I was the only one who beats people, but today I asked someone to hit me, this is the damn..."

Before Bao Lei finished speaking, he curled up and squatted in a safety dead corner. Pan Guan, who was leaning forward to observe the movement outside the kitchen window, had already said a little teasingly, and followed Bao Lei's words: "Yes, yes! You, old Bao, have always been a person who only takes advantage but not suffer losses. But I didn't expect that you have taken advantage of all your life. Many masters have admitted their timidity in front of you. Instead, they asked a few African militia to open a red lottery for you! When today's matter is over, old Bao, do you have to cook a few good dishes? Please have a drink to celebrate?"

He stared at Pan Guan with his eyes widened, and then looked at the iron pot that had been penetrated by a stray bullet. Bao Lei, who was stewing a pot of old soup, could not help but curse: "The pot is leaking, I can only treat you to a waste!"

As the voices were deliberately lowered, the mercenaries who were suddenly attacked in the store were shouting loudly, and finally they came to the kitchen one after another: "Enemy attack!"

"Look for cover!"

"Lorrant is down!"

"Hell! Where did so many militia come from? Where did they emerge? Hell?!"

"Go upstairs! Machine guns go upstairs and block the front streets! Memphis, go...hell, Memphis is down!"

Amid the panic and screams, a piece of flesh was peeled off from the bullets on his head, and the clothes on his shoulders were stained with blood, and Peinan held his M14A1 and rushed into the kitchen. Almost couldn't even open it and looked at Tang Guoming and others who were hiding everywhere in the kitchen. Peinan neatly put the butt on his shoulder and pulled the trigger towards the opponent who rushed out of the kitchen window.

Looking at Pei Nan's shooting action, and then looking at the armed personnel falling one after another outside the window, Pan Guan squeezed his eyes at Tang Guoming without any trace, and said to Tang Guoming with his lips: "Kung Fu is OK, basically one shot through two shots!"

He stretched his slap over the eyebrow bone to block the wall dust that was splashed by stray bullets. Tang Guoming also quickly responded with his lips: "What's going on with the other party?"

After looking out the window again, Pan Guan carefully avoided the gaze of Peinan who squatted down and loaded the bullets: "It's not like those tribal militia who can only raise their heads and sell their shouts. It's a bit like people who have been trained and seen several times of blood. Judging from the distribution of warlords nearby, I think there are some vanguards who look like 'soldiers'!"

His eyes suddenly condensed, and Tang Guoming approached a little closer to the cabinet where the dishes were placed, and Bao Lei slapped his palm again behind the huge gas tank...

In central and northern Africa, not to mention warlord separatism and wars continue, even the state regime is changing like a calendar. Among them, many warlords or tribal armed forces will take out a lot of real money and silver when their troops are insufficient and combat power are low, so that mercenaries can carry guns for themselves.

Youdao is to pay for what you pay for. People who can afford to pay for a lot of money can naturally afford to hire globally renowned mercenaries such as Blackwater, EO or Deadly Rainbow to work hard for themselves. And those cash-strapped employers can only make do with some mobs to make up for the money.

For most high-end mercenaries, they will more or less follow certain combat rules, and at least they can control their fingers pulling the trigger without the need to kill. However, those low-end mercenaries never know what the combat rules are. After each battle, whether it is a defeat after losing or a carnival after winning, the unlucky people will always be the civilians in the war zone. What's more, low-end mercenaries whose eyes are red by the stimulation of strong alcohol or drugs will even ask their employers to agree to use unscrupulous massacre and looting as the only means to pay employment fees.

Among these low-end mercenary clusters, the "Soldier Ant" mercenary corps is the most notorious - using the method of massacre of villages and towns and plundering teenagers to expand their troops, stuffing some old-fashioned rifles and even cold weapons into the hands of the captured teenagers, and then using drugs to control the teenagers, turning the teenagers who were originally normal people into red-eyed addicts and killing machines in a very short time.

After that, the young people who had almost lost their rationality drove them to charge into battle, like soldiers and ants on the expedition, flooding the conquest zone. Wherever they passed, there was no chicken or dog left!

As if he saw the origin of the armed personnel outside the window, Peinan, who had replaced a new magazine, suddenly turned around and shouted at Tang Guoming, who was half sitting next to the cabinet: "Go outside to pick up the weapons and come back to fight with me! These guys never leave any living. You have no other choice if you fight or be killed!"

They looked at each other, and Pan Guan, who was locked in the shooting dead corner, suddenly pounced on him, and threw Peinan, who turned his head and shouted at Tang Guoming. Just as Peinan fell to the ground, a bullet had already roared over Peinan's head, smashing the stack of plates in the cabinet to pieces!

Struggling and rolling, Pei Nan retreated and stumbled into the corner of the wall, the M14A1 rifle in his hand was already pointing quickly at Pan Guan who threw himself down: "Are you a soldier?"

Slowly stretched out his hands, Pan Guan nodded with a smile to Peinan, who looked alert and looked vigilant: "It seems that you have a good vision! If I were you, you should point the gun at the soldiers ants that rushed out the window, instead of aiming at a benefactor who just saved your life! By the way, don't tremble your fingers... You know, the symptoms of trembling fingers can be contagious!"

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at his AK74U automatic rifle holding the AK74U automatic rifle aimed at his own thunder, and then he took out an AK74U automatic rifle equipped with a four-fold sight from under the cabinet. He also led to Tang Guoming who was still taking out one magazine after another. Pei Nan couldn't help but shouted in surprise: "You... aren't you cooks?"

Pulling the bolt neatly, Tang Guoming smiled and nodded: "The cook is just some kind of auxiliary profession for us. Pan Guan, I'll leave it to you above! Be careful, the snipers in the senior 'soldier' ​​are all fed with practical bullets!"

He nodded with understanding, Pan Guan rolled several times in a row and rushed to the stairs: "You have to testify for me - I used the guy who fryed livers in a desperate situation!"

He sniffed at Pan Guan's white teeth, Bao Lei smiled gloomyly: "We must testify for you, but if the fried liver will let go of the person who touched his guy, I can't guarantee this! Having said that, fried liver and Dagong went out to transfer money to us back to China, and we will almost come back at this time, right?"
Chapter completed!