The convoy was driving in the Gobi desert in the dark, and all the headlights were specially modified. The lights would only shine not far away, and would dissipate and not be detected by the eyes in the sky or from a distance. The convoy was not only one group, but was divided into several groups.

About four cars are a fleet, and the lead is an American Hummer. It also looks completely modified, painted camouflage, and added armor silently illustrate this. Following the Hummer is a long van that looks like a business car.

The car has no logo and is painted with a full desert camouflage. Like other cars, it is equipped with fence armor. It looks a bit worn. Behind the business car is a box truck. It seems that the box truck has been specially modified, and the tires and chassis height are obviously very suitable for the road conditions here. The large windows in front of the cab and the front of the car are fence armored. Even the tire positions are equipped with some fence armor.

One behind the four cars is a modified pickup truck. The truck is simply loaded with a shooting platform, and steel plates are welded around it. In the middle is a heavy machine gun. In the night, the model of this machine gun cannot be seen clearly.

"Boss, the Slavs contacted the people outside of us. I hope to talk to you." The hound pressed his headphones and turned to Hou Dasheng for a while and said, "It seems that the situation is a bit urgent. They even want to fight with our people. They only ask for your information."

Hou Dasheng frowned in the business car. Since entering the desert, Hou Dasheng and the others have completely isolated their contact with the outside world. They just turned on the computer at a fixed point to maintain contact with the peripheral part. But this time is also very short and it will not be easy for people to lock it in.

There is no way. Now they are like enemies and not friends with the service providers. Hou Dasheng has to maintain a high degree of caution. If someone is crazy and desperately hits a missile. Even if there are many people, they will be shot out for you.

The one in Grozny before was a typical example. The Slavs tried every means to obtain the characteristics of his satellite phone, and then found him the moment he turned on the phone. Without saying a word, a missile was directly hit. He had no time to dodge, and he was blown into a pile of minced meat.

Therefore, Hou Dasheng was extremely cautious about the abnormal startup of the satellite phone. Although his satellite phone was specially encrypted and then passed through a multi-layer signal network, it was extremely difficult to track. However, as long as it was used once, it would be an extra chance of exposure.

Therefore, Hou Dasheng's satellite phones remained off. Even this time, Hou Dasheng brought several satellite phones, using different people and different identities to purchase satellite resource phones. His own phone has never been turned on.

It is very hesitant to talk to Hou Dasheng. If it is not necessary, he doesn't even want to turn on the phone.

"I'll contact them with a message number and say I'll contact them within ten minutes." After pondering for a while, Hou Dasheng raised his head and said to the hunting dog: "The convoy keeps moving, and find a place to rest in ten minutes. I'll continue the march after the call."

The Hound nodded to show his understanding. Then he pressed his headphones and started to communicate with the outside world. Hou Dasheng lowered his head and pondered why the Slavs were so anxious to find him. He even almost had a conflict with the peripheral members. Although the Slavs have always been rough, it is rare to make a fuss that almost conflicts.

Moreover, the person contacting the jackal must be the personnel from the intelligence interface. If such people still cause conflict, it means that the Slavs are really anxious to find him.

"Boss, everything has been arranged." After a while, the hunting dog nodded to Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng only came to his senses at this time and whispered: "After getting off the car, determine which machine to use to call. The host will remain unmoved."

The Hound nodded to show his understanding. The satellite phones he brought were five machines, and the host was six. All of them were locked in special boxes. The host was in the Hound, and the other machines were kept in the communication vehicle by the liaison officer. The password was required, Hou Dasheng's fingerprint, voiceprint and iris were turned on.

Forced dismantling will detonate the hidden C4 inside. Not only will the entire machine be blown up, the dismantled person will be blown away directly. The convoy drove for a while, and then slowly stopped behind a sand dune. Hou Dasheng and the hunting dog jumped out of the car, and the correspondent immediately walked up with a box.

"Didi..." Enter a series of passwords, then Hou Dasheng pressed his fingerprint and whispered: "Going to the West Tower alone without words." Then, he pointed his eyes at a small hole in the password slot. Then he heard the light sound of "Didi~! Da~!" and the lock was opened.

He opened the box lid and took a look. Hou Dasheng took out a satellite phone numbered "2" and closed the box. Then he heard the locking sound of "Kakuk..." and the box locked again. The correspondent left with the box on his back, and Hou Dasheng walked behind the dune with the hunting dog.

At this time, the Hound reported a set of numbers, and Hou Dasheng turned on the phone. After the phone was turned on, he dialed the number.

"Boom~Boom~~" Hou Dasheng picked up the phone and put it in his ear. After a while, he heard someone picking up the phone: "It's really hard to find you. Your guys are really hard-mouthed! They almost started fighting with my people."

Hou Dasheng sat on the sand dune, holding the phone and said in a deep voice: "Okay, don't say much nonsense. You know that it's not easy for me to call outside, and I don't want us to waste time. If you have anything, just tell me directly. Time is limited, I can give you five minutes."

"My people are already on the way and are expected to arrive at the designated area within three days. Simply put, we can do your request." The voice on the other end of the phone was old and low: "But the conditions need to be changed. I am not negotiating with you, this is the common meaning of all of us."

But he heard the old voice on the other end of the phone and continued: "A list, a list of Americans who collaborate here. At least ten people, you understand what I mean."

"Retreat your people." Hou Dasheng held the phone and said coldly: "We will do this by ourselves. Damn it, I don't want to get involved in the fight between you two great powers! I just want to do some of my own things. Damn it! Why do you always want to bring me to your side?"

The old man on the other end of the phone gradually became heavier: "No one of ten names can be missing. This is our bottom line! You should also understand that we have found out their details a long time ago. But we need to confirm that this is not a particularly difficult thing for you!"

"But it's a very deadly thing!" Hou Dasheng's eyes were red and panting: "I'll help you confirm, don't you know what this means?! It means I will stand opposite them. How do you think I will make a living with jackals in the future?!"

The old man on the other end of the phone was silent, and after a while, he said, "Okay, we both took one step back. None of ten names can be missing. But those collaborators from that year are going to do that. You know who I am talking about. I just want to confirm the ten names. No evidence is needed."

When Hou Dasheng heard this, he couldn't help but shiver all over. He knew what happened back then. The only thing that made the old man and his friends worried about was the moment when the red giant bear fell down. They had endured for many years and probably had figured it out. But now we have to confirm whether they were the people they found out by themselves.

Thinking of this, Hou Dasheng couldn't help but feel chilled. The brave Slavs are not scary. The Slavs who can endure or even endure for decades are the most terrifying.

"I know what you are thinking, yes! We are going to kill them, we want their whole family to be buried with us!!" The old man's voice came from the other end of the phone, so powerful: "Our empire has fallen, and our fathers and ancestors have paid their blood and lives have fallen. Someone always needs to pay the price."

Listening to the old man's words, Hou Dasheng swallowed his saliva, but heard the old man say without pause: "For this country, we had to choose to remain silent. But now, we no longer need to be silent. Do those damn miscellaneous people think that it will be fine after so many years? No! It's time for us to pay back this account!"

"I can find this for you." Hou Dasheng breathed out. This could be found without even looking for Americans. The service provider's files record these things. It may even be recorded in more detail than those in companies and buildings.

But Hou Dasheng held the phone and said word by word: "I also hate traitors, especially those who are very proud to sell their country's mess. So I can promise you that I will help you find ten names after this matter. And I promise it is the most important name."

"Thank you..." The old man on the other end of the phone seemed to have aged his voice: "We people should have died long ago. In other words, when our motherland fell, we were actually dead. However, for those who were under the ruins to survive, we forced ourselves not to fall..."

Listening to the old man's words, Hou Dasheng couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in his heart. He endured humiliation and burdened him. This sentence sounds light but was so difficult to execute. Compared with death, he had to live harder but had to work harder. This is the most painful thing.

"The Soviet Union fell, we should fall with the Soviet Union. But we were not willing to accept it without dragging the miscellaneous people to hell." The old man on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice: "I will nail them to the pillar of shame in history, and then whip them and their families 100,000 times!"
Chapter completed!