From the night, unknown birds and bugs were singing everywhere. The cigar kept everyone breathing smoothly, and his mother was covered with some herbs found in the jungle.

"We must keep a distance from them, otherwise the cavalry gunners will find us..." Cigar explained softly: "They are very careful. There are at least four whistles around the camp. If they don't find it clearly, I don't recommend starting a war easily."

The fat dog lowered his head and whispered: "Father he wants to change the whistle after all. If we keep an eye on them, we can grasp their whistle."

The cigar nodded and didn't say anything. This is not a simple job, and the other party is not a mediocre person. It undoubtedly requires more patience to deal with them. The mercenary group that has not been disbanded for several years has its own unique features.

Several people with astral anaconda began to scatter and assumed the role of the post, while the rest began to rest on the spot. They marched here and consumed a lot of physical strength. After a while, whether they launched an attack or bypassed the camp and continued to march, they needed physical strength.

Holding his gun, Hou Dasheng began to close his eyes and rest. At this time, he could not fall asleep. It would take time for the human body to go from sleep to moving. The gap between this and the impact on combat is not a small part.

Everyone will take a break for a while and then move a little bit. Keep yourself in a state where you can commit to combat at any time, so as to increase the chance of surviving on the battlefield.

"Confirm the target! The target is in the camp, and three secret whistles have been found. The coordinates are..." The sound of the knife hand came from the headphones. There was no doubt that his reconnaissance had achieved results. At least, he had already received the news that Manny was in the camp.

The surprise was that he noticed three secret whistles. Of course, he still needed to continue observing.

The fat dog silently marked the coordinates of the knife hand report on GPS: "Continue to reconnaissance, I think the cavalry gun will not only arrange three secret whistles, especially after they have been attacked."

"Received!" The sound of the knife hand came from the headphones: "I will remain silent, and if there is no situation, I will knock on the wheat every five minutes. One long and one short."

This is a contact method. If the investigation fails, the contact will be interrupted. If the knife hand is silently resolved, then Hou Dasheng and the others will at least win a certain amount of preparation time.

And this is decided by the fat dog, this is experience! Experience replaced by blood and life after repeated blood battles.

"I found two secret whistles, and verify again that the target was in the camp. The third tall wooden house on the left was the third one." After a while, the man from the anaconda also began to report: "The coordinates of the two secret whistles are..."

The situation came bit by bit, and the fat dog was silently marking the secret whistle positions that were discovered.

"There is a machine gun position in front of the left side of the camp, and no other heavy weapons were found in the local area. 5 enemy RPGs were found..." Looking at the information summary one after another, the fat dog and cigar's eyes became more and more serious.

"The enemy patrols the camp in two groups in groups in a group of five. The machine gun positions are currently on duty. Two shifts are found in the machine gun positions, and they are taken over in rotation. There are two teams of alert around the wooden house where the target is located..."

When Fat Dogs and the others were investigating, their target Manny was slowly drinking the Colombian favorite drink - Hot Cocoa.

"Mr. Manny, this is really not a good business. My brother has fallen down five, and if such an attack continues to happen, I don't know how long we can hold on."

The commander of the cavalry spear. He led this small mercenary group. He was born in the Triangle State and learned a lot of combat skills from the army. After retiring, he had to step into the battlefield again for money.

A group of comrades who were as afraid to be in the current situation like him were gathered, and they began to appear in the form of mercenaries. Of course, they were PMC teams under the name of MPI, at least on the surface.

MRI's requirement for them is to pay a considerable fee. Then, regular work can only be taken through MRI. At least two orders are made on MRI every year, and those who go out to do black work are not allowed to use MRI brand.

"Damn it! We have agreed. Do you want to increase the price?!" Manny's face looked ugly and he put down the cup of hot cocoa. Although Manny didn't look very angry on his face, Manny was actually extremely angry now.

The reason for his anger was the huge loss during this period. After he killed Ferdinando Little, Ferdinando Old went crazy. A large number of mercenaries began to pour into the jungle, and their target was all the camps where Manny belonged.

Ferdinando burned a lot of money and greeted everyone. He was going to deal with Manny, and he had no interest in the poison business. Therefore, after he defeated Manny, he would not take over any territory.

Under this guarantee, everyone was happy to watch how this idiot Manny died.

Manny regrets it now. He is too arrogant after all. He did not expect that Ferdinando, who was crazy, would cause such great harm to him. During this period, more than 50% of his camps were attacked.

Eighty percent of them have been out of his control. The territory he had worked hard to capture has now lost most of it. In order to ensure his territory, Manny had to send a large number of people to guard other camps.

"No! Mr. Manny, we won't temporarily raise the price. We have a professional ethics, I just want to tell you. We have only three days of protection for you, and we will leave in three days."

Poisonous Fang looked at Manny solemnly and said in a deep voice: "We came to make money, not to throw our lives here."

"Damn it! Just tell me how much you want!" Manny said ruthlessly: "I will give you money, damn it! I will give it! If you kill Old Ferdinando, I will give you more!"

Poison Fang looked at Manny with an idiot-like look, and after a while, he said: "To be honest, we are not sure of killing Old Ferdinando. The last attack we launched did not work. It is obvious that there are a group of masters around him."

"To be honest, I don't understand what you think. First, I wanted to steal the mining area that someone had been operating for nearly twenty years, and then I killed someone's son to threaten him..."

In fact, what Poison Fang wants to say is: Why don’t you kill old Ferdinando directly?! As a result, you have successfully angered others, let alone the emerald mine. Now you can’t even keep the territory in your hands.

Manny now felt stupid, and he was exhausted by a victory that had been dealt with. He thought Ferdinando was just a fear of death and did not consider how people who could operate the emerald mining area for nearly twenty years would have no foundation? If not, his mine would have been stolen long ago.

"Now I have no chance of reconciliation with him. Either he dies or I die. What I want to know is how much money do you need to continue to cooperate?!" Manny's eyes were red with blood, almost talking to the poisonous fangs with a roar.

Poison Fang looked at Manny sympathetically. In his eyes, this idiot was already a dead person. Even if the cavalry gun stayed to protect him, his territory was gradually destroyed. Then he had no last source of income, how could he pay for it?!

Without money, how can I get the weapons and ammunition?! I will not work for him for free. Now he is just delaying his death. The time may be longer, but Ferdinando has two emerald mines to support him.

What about Manny?! When he consumed all his savings and lost all his territory, it was his death. It didn't even take that long, once he lost half of his control over his territory, the other guerrillas were eyeing him and rushed forward.

"Three million, one week." After a while of silence, Poison Fang still felt that he could make another money from Manny. Originally, mercenaries were for money, but it would be risky to be mercenaries.

But if the profit is high enough, then this risk can be taken. If you dare not take risks, then what kind of mercenary should be used as a mercenary?! Isn’t it better to stay at home?! Of course, the fangs of the mortal must not be taken.

After hearing the quotation from Poison Fang, Manny suddenly yelled: "Damn it! Three million! Why don't you guys grab it?! This price is too expensive, no! I won't accept it."

"You can't accept it, we won't force you." In fact, the fangs are hesitant now. If this order is next, it means they are likely to be attacked by a more elite mercenary group than them. Obviously, Ferdinand has the financial resources.

Manny had red eyes and poured himself a cup of hot cocoa hard: "Two million, this is my limit. Poisonous fangs, we are old friends. I have never treated you badly, and now is my most difficult time. Believe me, I will get better after this period. Those territories continue to exist, and I will have more money. By that time, I will compensate you!"

"I'll go back and discuss with my people first..." Poison Fang was a little hesitant, the price of two million was not low. But Poison Fang felt that this effort seemed to be a bit out of proportion to the report...

"I have found that there are fourteen secret sentries in four directions, and the cavalry guns are really careful..." It was already past ten o'clock, and the camp's checkpoints were all rotated. After careful observation and exploration, they changed shifts every three hours.

Among these secret whistles, half were cavalry guns. They would lurk in the jungle with a few Manny people.

"Maybe it's because I've been attacked a lot during this period." Cigars laughed silently, and they also had one. However, the cavalry gun does have its own uniqueness. No one has been able to kill Manny for so long.

The fat dog seemed to know what the cigar was thinking, but saw him smiled slightly: "Everyone, start taking a shift now. Check it out!"
Chapter completed!