Geral is very nervous now, even on the battlefield in Afghanistan, he has not been so nervous. This is Marseille District 13, one of the most chaotic areas in Marseille. Everyone looked at Geral, and seemed to have no good intentions. However, Geral did not dare to shoot easily.

This is not Afghanistan where he used to be, and he has no way to call air strikes and support at any time as if he was in Afghanistan. He is the only one here, and he and more than 20 colleagues scattered in District 13. They are fangs and have been established for less than three years.

Geral actually enjoyed the days of becoming a mercenary. Such days were so exciting. There were no regulations and military laws here. He would do whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, the location of their mission this time was not those places that could make him act recklessly. Instead, he wanted to make him cautious in the territory of the great power.

Geral was very uncomfortable with this, and even thought that there was no need to take on this mission. But after the Fang leader Sack told them the commission for this mission, no one said that he would not be able to do so. It was very simple, a commission of 1,200 euros. There was no problem with asking them to tie C4 to attack the Presidential Palace.

"Bald, bald, have you found anything there?!" Geral asked softly at the headset inside his collar. They are not jackals and cannot fit as high-end things as throat. These headsets are the best communication equipment they can equip.

Soon, the bald Antonio's voice came from the headphones: "No. Groundhog, where are you there?!"

"Nothing was discovered. Damn it! Those bastards wouldn't have deceived us?! I bought a fake news for 300,000 euros?! I saw several people from the armored regiments. It seemed that they were looking for people. There should be no gains."

Groundhog Geral whispered: "We have been wandering here for two days and have not found anything. Could all the damn jackals run away, right?!"

"It shouldn't be. The news from the service station came from the Morton family. I've met the agent of the Morton family, and there should be no problem with this news." The voice of the commander of the Fanged regiment, Black Tea Bernie, soon came from the headphones: "The people from the armored regiment have also come, which means that this may indeed be a place where the jackals hide."

After a pause, Black Tea Bernie continued: "I wasn't sure before, but the people in the Armored Regiment were there, which means that the jackals were indeed here. The people in the Armored Regiment have different channels from ours. Although they also got news from the service station, their source was Barnard. You know, that intelligence dealer."

As an intelligence dealer, Barnard has been around for a long time, and his news never goes wrong. As long as he dares to sell it, it is the correct news. But the premise is that Barnard's news is very expensive. Most of the time, Barnard himself does not show up. He sells his news through the service station.

Of course, he also needs long-term partners. So he will choose some powerful groups or institutions as long-term partners. However, so far, no one has seen what Barnard looks like, what skin color, or what language he speaks.

Because he never comes forward, he just sells his intelligence through the service station. Long-term customers will naturally give priority to his intelligence and can choose the leader of the armored regiment, and they have dealt with people in intelligence. So they know that Barnard exists and can also contact Barnard through the service station.

But even so, the armored regiment rarely buys intelligence with Barnard - it's too expensive. Fang Fang's intelligence was bought for 300,000 yuan, so it would cost at least 500,000 euros to buy exact directional intelligence from Barnard.

Even the armored regiments appeared here, which shows that the jackals' troops were indeed here.

"Looking at the people in the armored regiment, they must have more accurate information than us!" Soon, Black Tea Bernie issued an order again: "It is not easy for us to find jackals all over the city, and even if we find them, we may not be able to deal with them. It is better to let the people in the armored regiment go first. Whether they succeed or are killed by jackals, we can get a bargain!"

The same order was also issued in another mercenary group called the "Sicilians": "Don't worry about other people, keep an eye on the people in the armored group. But don't follow them too tightly, it's best for them to fight with jackals. It's better to lose both sides, so that we can get a bargain."

The Sicilian leader, Bobcat Jobadi, told his team members: "This is France, and he knows whether the official will intervene. I don't want to be chased by the whole world for the rest of my life. I don't think you want this either?! We make money to spend money for the sake of life. If we have to die, it's better if we don't make this money."

Sitting next to Hou Dasheng was the quiet Monica. At this time, she changed into a beautiful blue dress. Her chestnut hair was tied up casually, but this did not weaken her beauty at all. Hou Dasheng actually didn't want to bring Monica with her, but she had too many eyeliners outside now.

If Monica shows up, what will it cause will be self-evident. Even if Monica is not by her side, it will not be particularly safe. Hou Dasheng can only bring Monica to her side, at least this will ensure her safety is not a problem.

"There are many people coming." Hou Dasheng looked through the photos in front of him: "Armored group, fangs, Sicilians... Ha! These idiots were probably confused when they saw the money fans?! They dared to stretch their claws at us..."

The fat dog shrugged indifferently: "They dare not act rashly now, but the people from the armored regiment are very keen to find us. They got our information from Barnard, which means that we are in Marseille. Now the place they are mainly searching is zones 13 and 14. It is not far from us..."

"They also asked some local gangs in Marseille for help. Now there are six blocks of gangs to help them find people." The doctor standing in the room smiled and said softly: "It's a pity that we have been preparing for this safe point for many years. If they find our job so easily, wouldn't it be useless?"

Hou Dasheng put down the photo and looked at the fork: "How is the preset position doing?!"

"It will be all arranged tomorrow." Fork stood at attention and respectfully said to Hou Dasheng: "It's just a short time for the fifth team. They are on the way to arrive. We will be able to arrive tonight. After a night of rest, we will be able to move."

Hou Dasheng nodded: "Give them a lesson, unforgettable! Tell them who we are!"
Chapter completed!