"You mean, six heavy trucks filled with weapons and ammunition, and sixteen mercenaries on board, sent you a distress signal twenty hours ago?"

"Yes!"

"After this, you did not inform us that we were only eight hours away from the accident site, or even closer. Instead, we organized a group of people to go to the accident site for rescue?"

"Yes...yes! You know, our company has a narrow business scope and fewer staff... Well, I don't want to alarm you, I just want to smooth out this matter! The armed escort business can't make much money in Africa, so I can't afford the extra hiring of rescue personnel, so I can only do it myself!"

"Well... well, I accept your explanation! But after that, your rescuers repeatedly searched the roads that were said to be the accident site, but found nothing, and could not even find any trace of combat?"

"It's true! We expanded the search range to within five kilometers of the accident site, but we found nothing! There were no cars, no signs of combat, no bodies... nothing!"

"So, according to your statement, these six trucks and the supplies you have carried, as well as the sixteen mercenaries with live ammunition, disappeared out of thin air?"

"...I know this sounds illogical, but that's the truth! Just after dawn today, we expanded the search scope again and conducted repeated searches on the areas we once searched, but nothing was found! I'm not a person who can shirk responsibility, but this fact is... too weird?!"

A sneer appeared unconsciously on the corner of his mouth. Madison, who was gently holding the satellite phone, listened to the urgent voices coming from the phone, and smiled softly: "Is it strange? Why do I think this is a premeditated black box operation?"

As soon as Madison said the 'Black Box Operation', there was a clear sense of panic in the voice on the other end of the phone: "This is impossible! Although we are just a small-scale security contracting company, our reputation has always been..."

Not to let the other party finish his words, Madison roared at the satellite phone first: "Then tell me, who would be interested in a few vehicles of weapons and ammunition in Africa, especially in the Dunes? And after robbing the entire convoy, without leaving a trace? Then you tell me, even if there are such good players, how much is the price they will take? Will it be more expensive than the weapons and ammunition they snatched? Finally... If your safety contracting company really focuses on credibility as you said, then I should see six trucks full of weapons and ammunition parked in front of my base within twenty-four hours!"

After hanging up the phone casually, before Madison could breathe, the technical sergeant Clinder, who was standing beside Madison, had already frowned and looked at Madison: "Operation Black Box? Can they have the courage?"

Also frowned, Madison picked up a glass of clear water and sipped it in a small mouthful, but was not in a hurry to respond to Clinder...

Although they are also collecting money to do business, the difference between high-end mercenaries and low-end mercenaries is very different. Some low-end mercenaries, especially low-end mercenaries who undertake armed escort business, often transform from escorts to robbers because of the high value of escort materials. Some low-end mercenaries with more clever methods even deliberately create an attack incident, trying to delay the cargo owner's understanding and pursuit of the whereabouts of the goods, so as to get the time to cash out the goods. Similar to this kind of action, in the mercenary industry, is commonly known as the Black Box Action.

Naturally, in order to maintain the credibility of the mercenary industry, mercenaries who carried out black box operations usually leave a notorious reputation in the mercenary industry. Some wealthy owners even spend money far exceeding the value of goods to hunt down those low-end mercenaries who carried out black box operations to serve as a warning. However, since ancient times, wealth has been moving. Even if they know they are facing pursuit, many low-end mercenaries who are poor and have red eyes will still take risks.

Slowly sipping the water in the cup, Madison shook his head until he drank a glass of water, who looked at him: "I don't think it's like it! The security companies that undertake transportation business almost know that the people behind us are not that easy to deal with. A few vehicles of weapons and ammunition can't be sold at all in the Dunes area, so they can only conduct remote trafficking. This kind of work is not something that Naxi's low-end mercenaries can do!"

Suddenly glaring, Clinder shouted in surprise: "So this attack does exist? And it was done by a group of good people? Could it be those Chinese?!"

After thinking for a while, Madison shook his head again: "This is unreasonable! If it was done by those Chinese, then this is an obvious provocation. But those Chinese... they are not proactive, especially when we are not within their defense range, they will only try their best to consolidate their defense circle to a surprising level."

Clinder: "Maybe this is an exception?"

Madison: "It's almost impossible! Thinking about their Great Wall, they would rather let countless people be like under that huge city wall than arm those people and take the initiative to attack their enemies! For thousands of years... they have always been like this, using high walls to enhance their sense of security! But... maybe you're right!"

After putting down the water cup in his hand, Madison whispered to Clinder: "I need two long-range reconnaissance teams to search along the road for transporting materials. Especially the location where the transport convoy was attacked, we must focus on reconnaissance. Not only the highway, but also the five-kilometer range on both sides of the highway. I want you to turn over every stone to see, so as not to hide anything I don't know under those stones!"

After roughly estimating the scope of the reconnaissance, Clinder immediately whistled softly: "Lieutenant, this is not an easy job? If it is two conventional armed reconnaissance teams, it will take at least twenty-five to thirty people. With this little manpower, it may take time to search such a large area carefully..."

Before Clinder finished speaking, Madison whispered: "Twenty people, two days! Before the transfer base is fully built, I cannot draw too many people out, especially those who truly have high-intensity combat capabilities, and they cannot leave easily! At the same time... Where is McDaunten?"

He raised his hand and pointed to a two-story building reinforced with reinforced concrete prefabricated parts not far ahead. Clinder responded: "There's there! Since he entered the transfer base, he has never left the room except for eating, and has been fiddling with his sniper rifle."

Looking at the empty window of the two-story building, Madison said in a deep voice: "I hope he has rested enough! Let him come to see me, and there is a job he wants to do!"
Chapter completed!