The buffalo looked coldly at the man in front of him and jumped up and down for a while before opening his mouth to say something. Then he threw the man off and walked towards the iron arm and the others without looking back. The man still looked extremely angry and howled a few words at the buffalo's back.

Unfortunately, Shui Buffalo was lazy to return. Tiebang heard the man's scolding, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hey! Man, it seems that you have taken the headache! When you go back, you may be complained. At that time, the commission will be deducted part of it."

"Fake! Many times I really want to kill these idiots in one shot!" Buffalo was in a bad mood and grinned and said with a grin: "I'm really fed up with these idiots who know nothing about the battlefield. Can these idiots find a better way to commit suicide?! Don't drag me down!"

Iron Arm and Bald Man couldn't help laughing like "Hahaha..." when they heard the buffalo's words. The price of stability is to pay more. Compared to them, the current PMC of Buffalo is of course more secure. At least some areas with absolutely war turmoil are not very common.

The conflicts they will go to and stay in are relatively less intense. However, their freedom is not as high as the iron arm and they often have to face and protect a group of idiots. Especially these idiots, many of them still like to die or seek death.

Take the person who is facing the Buffalo now, he is pretty good. The Buffalo was ordered to go for a consultant training and arrived at the local area to take a look. There were hundreds of people in a battalion who used the rusty AK in the 1980s, but this bullet was not enough.

The buffalo was about to cry at that time, and he reported several times to the employer that they could send at least a batch of useful guns to train. However, the other party hummed for half a month and sent a batch of M16, AK47, which could not even pull the bolt.

In this way, the other party also asked the buffalo to train a group of soldiers who could be sold to the mountain within three months. The buffalo was almost carrying his gun and rushed into the other party's headquarters and shot his employer. How to train this mud horse?! Breaking guns, no bullets. A single "soldier" didn't even have any military uniforms.

I don’t know where to pick the faded patched green clothes, and I hang them on them as military uniforms. One battalion said there were hundreds of people, but less than two hundred people in the camp. One was pale and thin and malnourished. The buffalo even suspected that if he had bare hands, he would not have to beat them all over - the fact is that.

After entering the camp, he roughly tested it and these "soldiers" were basically blown down. Every day, their food was the unknown weeds near the camp and some omnivorous food. Not to mention eating it, the buffalo felt that they could spit it out on the spot when they cooked it.

So the buffalo was very eager to reject this stupid, damn bullshit consultant training task. If the forces behind the employer had not been able to directly allocate a batch of supplies when they saw that the situation was wrong, the buffalo would have simply given up the task directly. He was a human, not a god. He could not create a bunch of food and drink and take-out weapons and equipment out of thin air, and then train a group of soldiers with malnourished and less than 200 soldiers to pass within three months, a camp of mountain soldiers.

With less than two hundred people, there is a reinforced company. If there are less than two people in the buffalo, where can people become creeping out of thin air?!

"Those guys should be ready to start." Tiebang didn't take the time and threw a can to the buffalo. The latter was not polite, so he pulled it open and took out a folding spoon and dug it up and ate it. He said vaguely: "I guess you have to wait a while, maybe it will start it in the middle of the night."

The bald man nodded and agreed: "The Slavs are not idiots either. They must have noticed something wrong. Now it depends on who is better between them. Let's... just watch the show well, and we will never move before we appear."

"Let your brothers live a little, maybe we will move at any time." Tiebang smiled and whispered: "I just hope these Slavs can hold on, and those things can't be lost. And the people in their convoy, if something happens, they will get some survivors back..."

If you get a few survivors back, it will be a big event. Those people are not fully anti-torture, as long as the other party uses torture, they will spit out everything they know. The first thing they suffer will be torture is the Slavs. It doesn’t matter if jackals, these lower-level people don’t know much about jackals.

I don't even know what I'm here to do this time. But their convener must be KGB. As long as this is confirmed, some people can make a big fuss. At that time, the Slavs will appear extremely passive. If their power is forced to retract, it will not be good news for the jackals.

"I hope they can hold on." The buffalo stuffed the canned food after eating in a few bites into the miscellaneous box beside the car: "There is no disease in medicine, it's really their fault that we should die. We just need to do nothing. Just keep it. And, isn't the boss not allowed to be exposed easily?!"

The buffalo did not receive the information, but as an open force, he would not easily expose his relationship with the jackal. At least on the open, they would not have any relationship with the jackal. This is the basic point that almost all jackals maintain in open enterprises.

The purpose is to ensure that when problems arise between the jackals as the main body, their branches can also maintain their strength and support the jackals again.

In the sand dunes far away, the moonlight was thrown on the dunes. The breeze blew gently, and the sand was raised by the wind. Under the raised sand, figures that were almost impossible to see were gently squirming. Yes, they were squirming. Very gentle.

Even if you walk dozens of meters ahead of them, you won't notice that someone is squirming here. Because their movements are very small, and there are sand raised by the wind to cover them. Even the drone flying in the sky has not noticed their existence.

Their numbers were hard to tell, but these figures began to appear around the convoy of Slavs who were on the bonfire below. In the moonlight, a smell of rust and blood began to slowly condense...

From a distance, the two convoys were rushing on the road frantically against the wind and sand. The men in the convoy closed their eyes and rested in the carriage. It can be seen from their hands holding the guns tightly. These people were extremely nervous and entered a combat state.

Outside Aijidabiya City, far away from here, Hou Dasheng grilled sausages with his eyelids drooping. Behind him, the silent hound was standing as always...
Chapter completed!