If Iron Arm wants to inherit Hou Dasheng's investor qualification, then first of all, he must become a worthy investment target. This time, it is undoubtedly the best opportunity for Iron Arm to display. To become an investment target, at least you need to have the advantage of being able to make a move, right?

What else can I do with Iron Arm? Apart from my own abilities, it is the Jackals team. Similarly, Iron Arm needs to prove that he can lead the Jackals. Only in this way can he become the leader of the Jackals and gain recognition from others.

The jackal is not Hou Dasheng's alone jackal. Although the whole jackal will definitely execute his orders without fail, it does not mean that the jackal will agree with the heir he chose. It is similar to the situation at that time when the giant wolf was, but Hou Dasheng is slightly better.

At that time, many people were slanderous and perfunctory. They even left jackals behind their backs, but they didn't dare to show it on the surface. These people are basically washed away now.

The rest, even if you are dissatisfied, you will never dare to slack off any order issued by Hou Dasheng. As long as Hou Dasheng is alive, he will still be the leader of the jackal. They will completely execute any order issued by Hou Dasheng.

Iron Arm is different. Hou Dasheng has shown his control and decisiveness. No one needs to consider the consequences even if they are lazy. But Iron Arm has not shown this side of himself yet.

Although Hou Dasheng has handed over the black group to Iron Arm, some of the core jackals also know this. However, this only means that Iron Arm is qualified to be the heir of the jackal. This does not mean that Iron Arm will definitely become the only heir of the jackal.

"Kill!" With a simple order, the three groups of people who were crawling in the Gobi Desert slowly touching the small town instantly exploded with blood flowers! The roar of the large-caliber sniper rifle tore through the night sky.

The flames exploded and disappeared again. Almost at the same time, at least six large-caliber sniper rifles sounded. Then, there was no more. The three groups quickly received orders and came back with their dead companions.

No one spoke, everyone was silent. Then they cleaned up the broken body on the Gobi Desert, packed it in a body bag, and walked back with their backs. They knew very well that this was the situation that only when the jackals informed them.

The jackal did not want to kill them, and told them with six lives. They already knew about their whereabouts. Then they asked them to retreat. Although this warning method was very violent, it was already considered a relatively gentle warning method in the mercenary team.

This is not that jackals are kind, it is just because they feel there is no need to waste more bullets on cannon fodder. If the other party is not tactful, the jackals don't mind wasting more bullets and leaving them all here.

"It seems that this is not their limit. This is just a part of their snipers." In the darkness, in the shadow of the temporary tent in the Gobi camp, a man whose face was invisible to see his face deeply took a deep breath of cigarette.

"Absolutely, they should have many sniper teams. Large-caliber sniper rifles are not standard. They have equipped six people, and there are already a lot of them. There must be other snipers to form high and low matching. They are responsible for medium and long-distance sniper missions."

In the shadow, a bald man with a fat body sighed in English with a New York accent: "We have been rushing these mercenaries to die these days. Now I obviously feel that they are starting to be a little...shaking."

"They are just a little bit of scum, a group of beasts chasing war. We can give enough money." The figure above said lightly: "If you collect money, you have to do things according to the contract. No one can take our money and pat our butt and leave."

Hearing this, the bald man smiled bitterly, "Six more died tonight, and two more seriously injured. Now that they are brought back, they don't say anything. I'm afraid that if this continues, they will mutiny..."

"Then let them attack the city tomorrow." The figure still looked indifferent: "If these people die, we can find another group of people to come. What about those people in the company?! What are they doing now?! We don't have so much time to test firepower."

But the figure paused and said, "If you can't fight, we will evacuate immediately. These people are responsible for blocking along the way. I don't care what the price they pay. In short, as long as the jackal catches up, it's their problem!"

"Fake! These damn jackals, the damn area they designated, have not many places to hide..."

The bald man cursed in a low voice: "There are all Gobi deserts here. If we can only wander around this area, we will be caught up and killed soon. I don't think those PMCs can stop these lunatics."

"I didn't ask them to hold on. They could help us survive a week." The figure said lightly: "Actually, I don't think those PMCs can block jackals."
Chapter completed!