Gently put the soil back, and the fat dog made a simple trick on the mine coldly. At the same time, he stuck a dagger on the trick silk thread set by the other party.

Then the fat dog made a gesture, and the few people slowly withdrew from this area. Neither the Feng Bear nor the Compass had any objection to the fat dog's decision. This was just a trace of the other party that he encountered this.

Such a complex trick, I don’t know what methods the other party has to wait for him later. The number of people on our side is too small, so it is not advisable to attack. Now we can only wait until the other party evacuates and then stick to the other party to continue tracking.

Fat Gou and others did not walk far away. Fat Gou found a grass nest just over a hundred meters away. After tidying up, the few people lie in and quietly waited for the other party's reaction to dawn.

In addition to hurting the enemy, there is also a function. This is an early warning. The fat dog judges that the other party is also fighting in the wild and cannot carry too many booms. If the booms did not explode until the morning, then they will naturally take it back.

At night, it was quiet. The fat dog and the others lurked. The three of them took turns to rest and one person was on duty to observe the situation on the other side of the thunder. Until five o'clock in the morning, the fat dog who was resting was gently shaken by the bear.

"Here!" Zhuo Xiong didn't say anything, just made a tactical gesture to him. Suddenly, the fat dog who had just woken up immediately raised his eyes. But in the mist in the morning, two figures walked slowly with guns.

But in the mist, they were able to cooperate skillfully, and took off a few thunders from the grass and branches on the edge in a few seconds. They even took out two mines from the ground and put them in their own bag.

"Fortunately, it's not over. This group of bastards has at least installed five or six-line mines in this area! And they are all serial thunders!" Fat Dog looked gloomy and watched the two of them breaking the mines.

Now the Blazing Bear and the Compass are very lucky that the Fat Dog did not let him go directly last night. It seems that they have more subsequent thunders, and these thunders are serial thunders. As long as one is touched, other thunders will explode!

Although there was some moonlight last night, as long as someone accidentally touched a thunder, then there was no doubt that their team would all be buried here.

After a while, these people finished dismantling the thunder and disappeared into the jungle in the mist. The fat dog did not order everyone to step forward now. Instead, they carefully touched it little by little.

The traces of the thunderbolt have been cleaned up by these two people. Obviously, they think they have not exposed their whereabouts. This is also normal, if they have such a thunderbolt formation and have not been touched.

If anyone changes, they will think they are not exposed. After confirming that there is no problem, the fat dog made a gesture to let the bear and the compass lead the person forward.

During the whole process, everyone remained absolutely silent...

Until he touched the other party's camping site last night, the fat dog glanced at the other party's way of camping. After searching on the ground, he then took the people out of the jungle with a gloomy face.

Both Zhuo Xiong and Compass felt strange. They had already discovered the other party's traces. Why didn't they chase after him?!

However, the fat dog did not explain it to them, but just took them to evacuate from the jungle. Outside the jungle, there were cars left by the government troops employed by them. The fat dog took everyone into the car and then started to leave.

In just over an hour, the car returned to the temporary base of the jackal.

After a series of inspections, Feigou and his team entered the camp. When they returned to the camp, Feigou immediately disbanded everyone, and then found the giant wolf who was wiping the wine glass at the bar.

"It's Kamara's people..." After seeing the giant wolf, the fat dog said this and stopped talking. The giant wolf, who was wiping the wine glass, paused for a moment, and continued to wipe the wine glass.

The fat dog stood in front of the bar, motionless. The giant wolf gently wiped the wine glass in his hand, put it in the wine cabinet before whispering: "Since it's confirmed that it's them, then start!"

"Call everyone back and we're going to make a plan again."

With the order of the giant wolf, teams of jackals began to return to the camp. Several captains were summoned to his room again, not knowing what they had to talk about secretly.

After they came out, everyone was summoned, including Hou Dasheng.

Everyone came to the conference room, but fortunately the conference room was quite large to accommodate everyone. In this small conference room, there is now a huge electronic map, and next to it are several laptops connected to a huge host case.

The door of the room was closed and the window was closed. The thick black cloth covered the surroundings. The giant wolf stood up and said in a deep voice after everyone came.

"The matter has been found out. Our opponent this time is an old friend - Kamara!"

As soon as the giant wolf finished speaking, everyone present suddenly became heavy in breathing. Hou Dasheng looked at the fat dog with inquiring eyes, but the latter did not look at him but explained to him softly.

"Kamara is our old opponent of jackals. The battle between us and them has not stopped over the past ten years. Generally speaking, we jackals rarely take on black work from large institutions. If we do it, we can do it, such as counter-terrorism, or preservation and training."

"But Kamara is different. Kamara and others only like to take black jobs. The black jobs are paid at a high salary, and they can cost at least seven or eight million US dollars a day. But this job is not easy to do, and often it is simply killing people and setting fires."

After a pause, the fat dog gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "That year, we took the Russian order to help in Chechnya. Chechnya also hired people, Kamaira. That time, it was the biggest loss for our jackals!"

"There were more than ten new bloods that year, but only three survived. One was me, the other was the swordsman, and the other... was the Fengxiong." Hou Dasheng glanced at the majestic guy who looked like a human-shaped weapon next to him, thinking that he was really called Fengxiong.

"But Kamaira is not feeling well. They lost at least half of their backbone energy and were seriously injured. Both sides just got into this. Next, we fought a lot in seven African countries and two Middle East countries."

As he said that, the fat dog grinned: "Of course, we won't fight them deliberately. They won't be able to come and trouble us. However, if we find an opportunity, we will think of letting the other party die without a burial place!"

Hou Dasheng understood the fat dog's words. This Kamaira is the mortal enemy of the jackal. It is normal to say that such fighting places will inevitably encounter each other. After the encounter, both sides will naturally suffer casualties.

There are many enemies coming and going.

"Kamera is a fire-breathing monster in ancient Greek mythology. It was born to Tifeng and Okhadna, with lion heads, sheep bodies, snake tails and all can breathe fire. At the same time, Kamera is also a biological term. It is generally translated as chimeras, which refers to biological molecules, cells or tissues from different individuals being combined into one organism."

The fat dog laughed coldly and said, "Kamara gave himself this name to show their identity. Their people are different from us. They have a lot of cannon fodder. Simply put, they will only give you the most basic training and send you to death. If you don't die, you will gradually become the core. If you die, you will only say that you are unlucky."

"They have done something that can't be taken away by the injured companions on the battlefield. They have done it once or twice. Basically, you can do whatever you want them to do as long as you give enough money..."

Hou Dasheng nodded. He probably knew what kind of organization Kamaira was. Or they were the purest mercenaries. Anyway, if you give money, I don’t care what you want to do or what purpose you want to do. I will do it if you give money.

While the jackals were having a meeting, a group of people were also having a meeting at the edge of the jackal camp 130 kilometers away from the jackal camp.

"Our opponent this time is jackal. The price is five times higher." It is said to be a meeting, but it looks more like a chat. It is the edge of the jungle, and the camp is cleverly built among the trees in the jungle.

A kettle was hung on the triangle wooden rack to boil water. The simple log table next to it was their meeting place. The conditions here were not as simple as the jackal camp.

The dark green military tent looks so simple and is randomly placed on the tree branches. Most tents do not have any camp beds, but simply build a simple bed with stumps and wooden boards.

But around, there were fierce black people everywhere. Some of them were naked, wearing automatic rifles such as AK, M16, etc., looking around vigilantly. If you walk into the jungle, you will find that there are light and dark whistles on your hands every distance.

"Mad Dog, I heard that you Kamaira is the strongest, and I spent a lot of money to hire you. As a result, you said you can't do it now?! This will hurt your credibility..."

On the log chair, a thin black man wearing a red and white linen robe whispered: "Business comes and goes, I can't accept this temporary price increase."

Behind this black man, several black men with almost fire in their eyes held their guns tightly.

In front of this thin black man was a white man with a bare head with several scars on his face. Even the scar was pulled from his face to his neck. But he saw the man laughing and saying to the black man.

"Don't be nervous, my friend. You can loosen your hand holding the gun. Gupa, it's not that I want to increase the price. But you didn't explain in advance that there was a jackal on the other side..."

This man with a scarred face was naturally a mad dog. But he saw the mad dog laughing and said, "In the global ranking of mercenaries, neither we nor the jackals are the strongest. The strongest ones are those national teams."
Chapter completed!