The battle ended quickly, and the giant wolf and the others did not pursue each other. Obviously, they knew that they could not win the battle. So they decided to withdraw from the battle and withdraw from the battle in an orderly manner.

I don’t know how many people there are, and I don’t know how they have lost. A bunch of wounded people on their side even have time to set up thunders on the way to retreat. After the giant wolf noticed that the other party had set up thunders, he decisively chose to give up the pursuit.

"Sir, you are the Giant Wolf of the Jackal, right?! I am very grateful for saving us, but I didn't expect that we would meet in this way." Although Old Leon is already in a mess now, he still expressed his gratitude to the Giant Wolf as soon as possible.

But at this time, a bloody security guard suddenly rushed towards Hou Dasheng and fisted at him. Just after the battle, Hou Dasheng was relaxing and didn't expect that someone would punch him. And it was his own person.

However, Hou Dasheng's instinct reaction was extremely fast. He turned sideways and gave up the punch. He raised his hand and pinched the fist that the other party hit, and suddenly raised his legs and kicked the man's knee with a "bang~!"

But when the Baoguan was in pain, he screamed and knelt down. Hou Dasheng frowned and looked at him, and the jackals slowly surrounded him. The muzzles in their hands were slightly raised, obviously.

If these security personnel don't give them an explanation, they will ask these people to give an explanation.

"Joseph! What are you doing?! What are you doing?!" Old Leon was frightened by the actions of the security officer named Joseph. He had obviously seen a trace of coldness flashing in the giant wolf's eyes.

Who are Giant Wolfs?! They are mercenaries, and they are mercenaries who can make you splatter blood on the spot with just one disagreement! They have just saved you in the killing game that will surely die, but you turn around and attack them?

This is clearly forcing them to kill you together. Just look at the jackals who are almost cold and slightly raised their guns. If Old Leon's explanation does not satisfy them, then they will seek an explanation themselves.

Lisa stood up at this time, but saw her whispering: "Everyone calm down first. Mr. Leon, it is obvious that your people are not safe. So I suggest that in order to avoid everyone getting fire, it is better to hand over their weapons."

Old Leon didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything now. Everyone was safe, so this should be happy. But compared to Joseph's fuss, it was obvious that the jackals no longer trusted them.

"Everyone... hand over the gun to Miss Lisa first." After a while of silence, Old Leon had no choice but to find that he seemed to have no other way to go. Just as he was silent, the giant wolf's muzzle had already been lifted.

If he did not order these guards to hand over his gun, the jackal might launch an attack at any time. Under the attack of the jackal, Old Leon did not think he had a chance to survive. But he was unwilling to hand over the gun to the jackal.

So he chose an intermediate approach and handed over the gun to Lisa, which would make these guards accept it even more. Sure enough, although these guards looked bad, they still handed over the gun to Lisa one by one.

The giant wolf didn't care about this, shrugged and put down the gun. The other jackals also scattered. At this time, Lisa carried a gun and walked to Hou Dasheng: "Can you let him go and ask me why he attacked you?"

Hou Dasheng shrugged indifferently, and when he let go, Joseph fell to the ground with a "thump~!" Lisa looked at him and asked softly: "Mr. Joseph, I want to know why you attacked him even if the jackal just saved us?!"

The name Joseph, the preservation was not very old, less than thirty years old. He lay down to the sky, suddenly laughed and howled, "Why?! Can't the corpse on this land explain why?!"

"He knows! He knows we will be attacked, but he doesn't say a word! He knows that he knows that someone will attack us. But he doesn't make any reminder!!"

Joseph cried with his lips tremblingly: "My brother, my group of brothers have all died here! But they didn't have to die. Just remind us that if we are prepared, at least the casualties will not be so severe..."

None of the security guards spoke, and the group of people lowered their heads and said nothing. Old Leon obviously felt this atmosphere and couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed. Hou Dasheng looked at the group of people coldly, glanced at the security guards and said coldly.

"Oh?! I remember when I was taking a weapon, you think I was doing extra things." Hou Dasheng sneered and said, "I'm already a reminder. For no reason, I was so cruel that I carried dozens of kilograms of tactical tools, and I ran all over the streets with guns and bullets? I'm not that idle."

After a pause, Hou Dasheng glanced at these people and continued: "Second, protection is your responsibility. Forcing is your responsibility. Forcing you to suffer heavy losses. Why don't you ask yourself why you are not prepared?! Why do people cause such great damage to you?! What about jackals?! Have you seen our wounded?!"

A group of people lowered their heads by Hou Dasheng. To be honest, Joseph's words just now were unreasonable. They felt embarrassed by the lack of reason. Originally, they should have protected Lisa and Hou Dasheng, but what about now?!

It was the jackal who came out to rescue them. They suffered heavy losses, so how could they have the attitude to blame Hou Dasheng? Moreover, Hou Dasheng was indeed reminding them with his actions. Unfortunately, they regarded Hou Dasheng as a lunatic.

But reality slapped them in the face hard. Hou Dasheng's preparation was not only not a lunatic. It even played a huge role in the battle. If Hou Dasheng had not delayed the counterattack, the other party might have wiped them out in less than ten minutes.

Yes, a complete annihilation. Everyone knows this in their hearts.

"I used a message to exchange for this information with some people. But the information was not complete. The other party just told me that someone was trying to ambush us. But the location, I don't know. The number of people, I don't know who the other party was, let alone who they were."

Hou Dasheng looked at these guards and said coldly: "If I had said this to you yesterday, would you believe it?! I remember, do you think it was an idiot to find these tactical tools."

"I am not familiar with you, I can tell you in a blunt way. I lack enough trust in you, and only my comrades can trust. So at the first moment, I passed this message to my regiment commander through the intermediary."

Hou Dasheng looked at them and said, "My regiment commander believed me and organized my comrades to come to rescue him. You are the beneficiaries of this rescue. It is already good that I did not charge you money. You must know that the charges for our jackals are never cheap."

"I have no obligation or responsibility to tell you that there will be an attack." Hou Dasheng's voice was cold: "Safety means that you may face risks and face death at any time. If you cannot accept it, you should not do this job."

Old Leon sighed to the sky, walked to Hou Dasheng and bowed slightly: "Sir, on behalf of the army, I apologize deeply to you. This is our negligence, which has caused trouble to you..."

"It's okay, since you have any ideas, just say it out." Hou Dasheng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "But we will take over Lisa's preservation work. Just take us to the meeting location."

Old Leon nodded helplessly, then borrowed a satellite phone from the giant wolf and dialed a number. His satellite phone had been smashed in the attack just now.

There are many ancient castles on the coastline of Monaco. These castles have been around for many years, but many people don’t know about it. There are more ancient castles on many islands on the Monaco Sea that are classified as “protected areas”.

The islands with "protected areas" are actually owned by certain organizations. They have various associations, occupying these islands in the name of environmental protection, and prohibiting outsiders from coming.

Now, on such an island, a group of people were waiting for something on an ancient conference table. A group of people whispered from time to time and whispered to each other.

At the first seat was an old man with a white hair of about eighty years old. He wore a tiny crown on his head and a white monk suit. In the middle of his clothes, there was a blood-red cross.

The old man's face and hands were covered with old man spots. The skin on his hands had lost the plumpness of his youth under the tempering of time. Wrinkles were like the knife cut of time, leaving traces on his face and body...

He lowered his head, as if he was dozing off. His head was lit from time to time. At this time, another young man in the same robe but without a crown walked in slowly, leaned close to the old man's ear and whispered something.

The old man slowly opened the turbid eyes. When the old man started to open his eyes, everyone seemed to have been pressed by someone at once. All the sounds disappeared in an instant.

"When did the legion begin to get used to killing each other?!" The old man's gray eyes seemed to be so turbid. But no one in a group of people dared to look up at him.

Everyone lowered their heads, like criminals waiting for sentencing.

"Our people were attacked on the way to the meeting." The old man's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like the old machine had lost its lubrication friction: "It seems that some people can't wait, right?!"

No one spoke, and some people at the conference table began to ooze sweat with their heads down.
Chapter completed!