"What do those idiots think?! Block the coastline?! Let's go to Zuvala?! Do these idiots think that ours has completely controlled this place?!" On the Gobi, in a pickup truck painted with desert camouflage in the yellow sand, two men wearing wide robes that are common near Zuvala, with big beards all over their faces, looking extremely ugly.

The man sitting in the driver's seat couldn't see his appearance clearly. What attracted the attention was his gray eyes like a dead fish. This made him look lifeless. When his eyes were swept by him, ordinary people would shiver.

And the person next to him was much better. If you threw him into this pile of people in the Middle East, you wouldn't even notice such a person. His robe was a little worn and covered with wind and sand. His face was drooping, and the turban on his head was a little messy.

The whole person looks a little thin, just like a person who has lived in this Gobi desert for a long time. More than 95% of the entire Libya area are deserts and semi-deserts. Most areas are low plateaus with an average altitude of 500 meters, divided by wide lowlands. There are narrow plains along the northern coast.

Deserts and semi-deserts account for more than 90% of the total area; there are gravel and stone deserts in the northwest and south; the rest are deserts, with oasis between them. Therefore, to hide yourself in this land, you have to make yourself like someone who has lived in the desert for a long time.

"Wild Cat, I don't know why the above sent someone with such obvious characteristics to perform this mission. I don't want to know why you came. I just want to tell you what our mission is and what we are going to do."

The man who looked like he had already integrated into the desert lowered his head and said softly: "We always have to do something. The purpose of the mission is to kill that damn unit. The actions of the cowboys have been exposed. Now we can no longer touch the other party's movements, as you said, "This is not the area we have fully controlled."

"It's been a lot of effort to find their traces here. I know it's hard to intercept and block them." The man lowered his head and said, "But we have to do it. They are professionals, and we are professionals. Block them, and then leave the rest to the cowboys and pirates to deal with."

The dead-eyed man named Wild Cat sneered a hint of sneer: "Plumber, I don't think it's so simple. I found that someone could do it?! I did it well last time, and the cowboys got on the first. What about the result? These cowboys who claimed to be omnipotent were directly beaten back. What about the pirates? They set off a few big fireworks on the periphery and ran away. This time, even if we found their traces, we could guarantee to kill them? To be honest, I don't think so."

"The company only does the company's business, and the gunmen do the gunmen's business. If they can't finish it, what does it have to do with us?" The man called the plumber turned his head and looked at the wild cat and said, "The way you used to be different from mine. I am mainly responsible for the field. If it were you, I would have died a hundred thousand times. I hope you remember that the way of doing things in the field is completely different from that of you. I know that the cowboys and pirates may have many of your colleagues, but in any case we are only responsible for our own tasks."

The wild cat had no expression on his face, but he just gently twisted the car key. But he heard the car howl like an old donkey, and the whole car started: "I just care about my own business anyway. You can deal with your business. You also said that you are the field."

After saying that, the car suddenly let out a trembling roar. Then it rushed into the distance...

Robben is very annoyed now. Since taking on this task, his annoyance has never left. Damn company, damn cowboys, these idiots can't collect information and mess up the matter. Those damn jackals, like their names, disappear without a trace once the danger appears.

To be fair, if Robben had already angrily complained about these damn idiots on weekdays. Unfortunately, even Robben's immediate boss could only swallow his anger about these things. This made Robben feel a little strange.

Team Jin has never been a fixed team of pirates. It is a combat team that was temporarily formed by several teams according to the needs of the mission. If the situation is based on the past, Team Jin only needs to complete the combat mission. The rest of the information, cover, and evacuation... don't worry at all.

But this time, they encountered the most troublesome situation. The intelligence was missing, and the only opportunity to attack was consumed. When Robben and the others even arrived, they could only watch the cowboys' group of people exerted some artillery kills and injuries to the target from a distance, and then evacuated.

This made Robben very dissatisfied. According to his way of doing things, once the attack begins, there are only two results: annihilation or annihilation. If the mission fails, others will continue to the mission. If it succeeds, it will be worth it no matter how much the price it pays.

Obviously, the cowboys don't think so. The difference in the way both parties do things makes them out of place.

"Those idiots want us to block the coastline?! Is there water in their minds?! Where can I get a fleet to block the coastline?! They might as well let the men in the building transfer a division for them and start it directly!"

Luo himself was surrounded by more than twenty people, and this was the combat team he brought with him this time. They are basically in a state of traces and losses. Those damn jackals are experienced and extremely cunning. Their traces are clean and can leave a large number of camouflage marks.

Without much time to distinguish between the two, they could only scatter and track the traces left by the jackal. At the same time, they looked for opportunities to send the latest information to them by the people waiting for the company to pass on them. However, the few intelligence transmitted by the company after that attack was wrong.

Once I followed it and found that it was just a damaged chip. It was scattered in the sand dunes and was detected by the detector. Once, I was tracking a similar convoy. But soon they found that it was just a convoy affiliated with the arms dealer. Both sides almost fought.

Robben did not reveal his identity, but he chose to evacuate wisely. His purpose was to perform tasks, not to fight with others casually. The other party obviously did not have the desire to conflict with them, and he left on his own after monitoring them to evacuate.
Chapter completed!