"How is the arrangement?" Hou Dasheng crossed his legs tiredly, and sat on the sand dune without any image. The hound behind him followed him like a shadow. The fork came to his right at some point. He said in a deep voice: "A few points have been arranged, and the things are in place. But the coordinates still need to be calculated. This aspect cannot be completed so quickly..."

After a pause, he saw Fork looking at Hou Dasheng and said earnestly: "Boss, I still hope to follow you. If it were just those people..."

"You have your task, don't always think about following me." Hou Dasheng looked at the fork, stood up and patted his shoulder with a smile: "I know you are worried about me. But if I really die, this is fate. Do you know? The jackals need to continue, I need to be worthy of you, and the seniors who lost their lives to continue the jackals..."

After saying that, Hou Dasheng got up and left the dune with the hunting dog. Fork was silent for a while, then turned around and left. Although he knew that his inquiry would probably end up as in failure as last time, he still wanted to ask again.

Looking at Hou Dasheng's back, he sighed slowly. This was the closest opportunity for the jackal to be completely independent. Such an opportunity had appeared before, but the seniors who weighed the pros and cons again and again did not dare to take that step. This led to the jackal being forced to fall into a gun in the hands of those people again and again...

"We found some traces of them in the city." Robben picked up the liaison and heard a dull, almost uncharacteristic voice: "Although there is no direct evidence, it is obvious that their people are approaching the port. That is to say, we cannot rule out the possibility of their evacuation directly from Zuwara."

Robben didn't speak, still holding the communicator. However, he heard the voice on the other end and continued: "We are trying to block the sea to a certain extent, but you also know that this is very difficult to do. The French have clearly stated that they will not participate in this matter. Because there is a lot of resistance in their country."

"Once they get to the sea, they can basically declare that our operation has failed. Mr. Sea Eagle, you know what the failure of the operation means. Not only us, you also need to take responsibility! Moreover, as the operation department, your responsibility will be heavier than us!"

Robben held the phone and sneered: "Okay! Don't scare me. The idiots of the cowboys messed up the matter first, and we later took over the joint operation team. And to be precise, this matter belongs to your action area. We are not the most serious thing to take responsibility!"

The person on the opposite side did not say anything. He held the phone silently but did not let go. Robben continued with a giggle and said, "We will not refuse what we should do. But if we can't do things, it will be difficult to talk about if we insist on taking the blame for something we can't do!"

"Mr. Sea Eagle, we are not easy to talk to. You pirates are very clear about what you are responsible for. We are also very clear about the people in our company. We have done our duty. Whether you do your duty or not depends on your."

The sound on the other end of the phone still couldn't hear any joy or anger. There was no characteristic: "As the same thing, we will take our responsibilities truthfully. In terms of intelligence, we have done our best. You can explain the rest of the matter yourself!"

"By the way, the latest news is that someone is constantly gathering mercenaries near Zuvala. Now there are at least twenty small and medium-sized mercenary groups, and some cannon fodder troops have been gathered by them. At the same time, there is news that a batch of things have been sent to Zuvala recently."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused and said, "We now roughly judge that they are planning to block here. The purpose is to cover them and protect the evacuation of the target. Those cannon fodder and small and medium-sized mercenary groups are used to delay you and the cowboys so that they can evacuate smoothly."

After saying this, the phone was hung up. Tens of kilometers away, a group of men wearing desert camouflage were resting in the oasis behind hidden sand dunes. It was not a good idea to march in the hot desert area and marching at noon.

Among these men, a man who was obviously the leader, hung up the communicator with a gloomy face. What he heard from the communicator just now was almost no different from what Mr. Robben heard. The other party just told him that if this matter was not completed, then the cowboy, as the main undertaker of this mission, needs to bear the heaviest responsibility.

"Notify everyone and spread around Zuvala." The leading man said in a deep voice: "Our chance is this time, once the task is completed..."

If the task is not completed, everyone here may be removed from the team. The man did not say this. But everyone knows it very well. The previous two tasks failed, and someone has already taken responsibility for it. This is the third time and their last chance...
Chapter completed!