"You are helping the government forces fight the jihadists? No wonder you were attacked by them."

Merlin asked softly:

"Speaking of this, have you not investigated the matter behind the attack when Frank was injured?"

"Of course we investigated."

Billy said:

"But I didn't find anything useful. After all, we are combat troops. These things have to be left to more professionals. The Cia agents in the camp are dealing with this, and those guys are talking to people all day long."

"Don't mention them! I'm annoyed when I mention it."

Frank took a sip of wine and said angrily:

"They were like a bunch of rats staring at people, and that damn Rollins, the kind of guy we're talking about who's on the face."

"He talked to me these days, and I feel that he doesn't treat me as a human being, but as a prisoner. To be honest, looking at his perverted look, I really doubt that if it weren't for being in the military camp, this guy would probably lynch me."

Frank scolded:

"That guy is a real sadistic pervert!"

Merlin, who had no hope for this chat, narrowed her eyes at this moment.

He heard Rollins' name, and he heard Frank's meaning, that Rollins seemed to be in the camp of Maruns and Billy, and the Marines who were operating in Afghanistan seemed to have been temporarily gathered for some things.

"Oh? Is it?"

Merlin picked up the wine glass, wiped it, and asked indirectly:

"Wouldn't a man like you rush up and punch that Rollins when he encounters such a pervert?"

"In fact, he has done that."

Billy shrugged and said with a hint of regret:

"Just yesterday, he punched Rollins, but was stopped by Cote. The agent supervisor was a guy who couldn't afford to play, do you know? He went to find our major general on the spot and asked Major General Skunov to put Frank in confinement, haha, that guy is really not a man!"

"A major general?"

Meilin narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this group of Ma Run was going to carry out a large-scale combat mission.

“It’s a pity that I’m a little weak now.”

The half-drunk Frank shrugged and said to the two people in front of him:

"The fists I punched out were weak, otherwise I would blind him with one punch. Hell, that guy's eyes were really disgusting."

"Tsk tsk, it's so violent."

Merlin smiled, and he turned around and picked up a few bottles of wine. After a moment, two glasses of pure blue, sea-like wine were pushed out. Merlin said to the soldier in front of him:

"The story you told is wonderful, in return, let's try this."

"I call it 'Sirens' tongue'."

Merlin lay on the counter and said to Frank and Billy:

"I'll treat you this glass of wine, let's drink it."

"No."

Billy rubbed his forehead and said to Merlin:

"I've been drinking almost all of my time. I'll have to take this guy back to the barracks later. I can't drive heavy machinery when I'm drunk."

"It's okay, if you're really drunk, I'll be responsible for sending you back."

Merlin turned his head and looked out the darkness outside the window, and said to the two message providers in front of him in a relaxed tone:

"The night is still long, let's have another two drinks."

He raised his wine glass and said to the two soldiers in front of him:

"This cup, to the soldiers!"

"Respect the soldiers!"

Frank picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He shivered comfortably and said to Billy beside him:

"Damn it feels like I took a sip of liquid ice! It's so cool!"
Chapter completed!