The gentleman who was closer to the agent, could flash elusive madness from Anderson's eyes, which was completely different from his usual calmness.￥f.￥f

What exactly did he think of, which would cause such a fierce response? It was just two consecutive failures?

Well, as chess players hidden behind the world, they have mastered huge resources and authority that ordinary people can't imagine, while also shouldering a huge task comparable to national subversion. Anyone must be absolutely careful of every decision they make, otherwise, if they fail, it will greatly affect their future and even their lives.

Each agent represents not only themselves, who does not have a huge family, even a large population race, a quietly expanding organization, or a small country behind him?

The identity of an agent means that they stand out from the "selected" ethnic group and lead people closely related to them to enter the middle layer of the pyramid. This is a position that cannot be exaggerated to describe its importance. If you take a step further or take a step back, the impact will be immeasurable.

Perhaps Mr. Anderson has been reprimanded by the above, and may have thought that the previous failure led to a reduction or even cancellation of the qualification level?

This is indeed shocking. Once he loses his agent qualification, all the resources and rights he has mastered will be greatly reduced, and the related ethnic groups will be reduced as a whole, from elites to the level of common people. It is comparable to the pain and torture of falling from heaven to hell. At that time, all the wealth they once occupied and the superior living conditions they enjoy will become the objects of sharing and devouring to others.

Under the strict hierarchy, there is such a terrible difference between advance and retreat.

Everyone vaguely guessed it, but no one expressed sympathy or comforted him. There was a competitive relationship between the agents, and the total number was limited. If someone fell down, they could get a little more rights, which represented the stability of their status and freedom of action, and the increase in the chance of success. It was because the organization's strict orders did not allow it, but they stood by and watched. There was no problem at all.

Only Mr. Solomon showed a thoughtful expression. He hid half of his body in the shadow, and his old and sharp eyes were coldly observing Anderson's body language. He tried to find some clues in the middle.

But the result is regrettable. Apart from seemingly unable to control his eyes, Anderson's body, which always maintained a good figure, left only a firm back for everyone and quietly left.

“This is really.”

Some people seem to want to sigh, but they didn't spit out the rest. It is almost impossible for people like them to express their true emotions in front of others, and no one can be sure whether Mr. Anderson is practicing, and they will not be fooled easily, but instead expose their true intentions.

Mr. Solomon suddenly said indifferently: "China's public opinion manipulation plan failed, and I don't think there is much need to continue to invest. Do you have any different opinions on Mr. Anderson's proposal?"

Several agents shrugged indifferently: "Since we have the instructions to launch a siege, of course we don't mind being involved. However, it seems that Mr. Yang's peripheral armed forces are all in the African and Eurasian war zones, and they are not under our Pacific region! And the Chinese government's reaction has been a bit tough recently. It is not suitable for action."

Mr. Solomon smiled meaningfully without commenting. He sat alone for a moment, then stood up quietly and left quietly.

The people who stayed behind watched him slowly take the coat and hat from the waiter, and felt suspicious: "What the hell is this old guy?"

The news will not come out of this room, but the action instructions will spread quickly throughout the world soon after. When the agents received feedback from the call resource that was scheduled in advance, they immediately understood everything. Many people regretted their hesitation.

The comprehensive encirclement and suppression of Yang Hao's group was quietly unfolded under the cover of the sudden appearance of the struggle between China and the United States!

Central Africa, the southern border checkpoint of Bangui, the capital.

A simple checkpoint built with logs stands on the side of the road. The wood as thick as a bowl is reinforced with iron wire to form several Luzhai, and is placed on both sides. The edge is accompanied by rusty barbed wire mesh, forming a twenty-meter-wide defense line.

In the middle of the road, the surface of the guardhouse with white paint was mottled, and it was covered with dozens of bullet holes of all sizes. The glass on both sides facing the road was rotten, leaving only broken holes.

A piece of uneven wood acted as a railing, blocking the way horizontally. A stone tied to one end, two soldiers with ak47 cross-body stood loose, chewing something in their mouths. Let the turbid juice drip on their dark and shiny chests.

In the distance when the vegetation was cut, a turbid dust came slowly. Under the sunlight on the equator, the moist air distorted the light like a haha ​​mirror. Two soldiers looked over with their hands, and they were vaguely two of the most common broken pickup trucks in the country.

A car is here, which means you can get it with benefits.

The two sentries shouted excitedly in earthly words, and turned around and beat the guardhouse "bang bang".

A head wearing a green flat hat stretched out from the hole in the window, looked at the direction of the pickup, and then nodded at the sentry. Soon, he came out of the door on the other side, tightened the belt around his waist, pressed his right hand on the gun handle exposed outside the holster, and stood in the middle of the railing with his legs spread apart. His eyes passed through the toad mirror and stared at the car that was pressing into.

The pickup trucks are not fast, mainly because the roads in China and Africa are really bad. This is near the border border with Zaire, and neither country is willing to use the shortage of funds. So we can see that the winding roads are full of pits of all sizes, and running fast can make people's intestines come out. Generally, cars are difficult to pass, only pickup trucks and off-road vehicles with high chassis and hard shock absorption are the most suitable.

A few minutes later, the two cars finally got closer, and it was the Great Wall pickup truck that has gradually opened up sales in Africa in recent years. The new car body was covered with a thick layer of dust. There were obviously punched bullet holes on the doors and carriages, and the marks of putty filling them randomly. Some bullet holes were simply placed there, and there were cracks caused by bullets passing through the doors on both sides and the windshield in front, and they were all stuck with tape.

In the first car, a local guide leaned out and said a few words to the green flat hat officer in earthy words, then showed off the US dollar bills in his hand.

The eyes of the two sentries lit up immediately. They elbowed each other and laughed and were about to come and get it.

The green-flat hat officer suddenly shouted coldly, and under the confused eyes of the two people, he slowly walked over with a gloomy face.

The two sentries then grabbed the ak47, put their hands on the trigger and crossed their waists, pointing at the pickup, looking solemn as if they were facing a great enemy.

Among the two cars, the front and rear seats were filled with people. The rear compartment was covered with canvas, and I don’t know what to pull.

Seeing their reaction, the local guide shrugged helplessly and explained in broken English: "They probably saw that your car is newer, so the average price may not be able to pass. Why don't you add a little more? It should be enough."

The big man sitting in the driver's seat twitched slightly and muttered angrily: "It's still new to this broken car that has been used for several years? How long has it been since they seen good things? Fark! Then let's have a few more pictures!"

Another big man in the back seat handed over three 20-degree US dollars in the gap between his fingers. The guide naturally stuffed one of them into his top pocket, and then shook the other two hard outside the window twice to let the sunlight reflect the unique brilliance on the paper.

The two sentries could not control their greedy eyes, their big eyes widened, and their heads swayed left and right with the banknotes.

But the green flat hat officer only glanced at it and was unmoved. He kept his hands off the gun handle, slowly detoured from the left side of the front of the car, bent down and rolled his eyes, carefully observing the driver and the passengers in the back row.

The majestic driver grinned at him indifferently, and the scars on his face twisted like centipedes, making him look particularly fierce. Combined with his open furry chest, scars everywhere and in a row, his two thick hands that could easily grab the basketball, and a fierce breath came out of his body.

The eye sockets hidden behind the sunglasses of the green flat hat contracted violently, and the hand holding the gun handle was clenched unconsciously. The whole person's body stretched out as if he had encountered a rattlesnake, his eyes paused, and he walked towards the next car as if nothing had happened.

The guide breathed a light sigh, but the driver's smile suddenly cooled. He immediately pressed the throat hidden under his collar and whispered: "You are careful, it's a little bit unfavorable, be ready for battle."

The guide was so close that he could hear it clearly. He saw the driver taking out a Beretta m92f from under the seat like a magic trick. The person in the back seat even took out the folded handle ak47-u. He was so scared that he was shaking his rope like a sieve. He just wanted to jump out of the car and escape!

The driver gently pressed his shoulder with a big hand and laughed, "Don't relax, maybe nothing will happen."

The guide wailed in his heart, only if you believe it, there will be ghosts! Things are so obvious, how can there be any chance of being spared! He only regretted that he was too greedy before and was determined to make a big profit from these people, but ended up in such a dangerous situation!

In the rearview mirror, you can clearly see that the green flat hat seemed to be watching the second pickup truck as usual, and even lifted up the canvas to take a closer look. It was found that it was all large and small backpacks that he couldn't recognize, as well as some food.

It looks like a group of backpackers who come to Africa to travel, or adventurers who are preparing to do other business. In short, they are all common types, and apart from the newer cars, there is no sign of abnormality.

He stumbled and stopped carefully, and when he turned around and walked forward, he quietly buckled the gun holster with his right finger, and at the same time he pointed his head to the black and black guardhouse.

The two sentries also saw clearly, their lazy posture swept away, and they were extremely skillful in separating left and right, shouting at Pika Uli!

At the same time, Beret also pulled out his pistol and rushed to the right side of the car behind, pointing at the person inside, screaming, and shouting, his hands shaking violently, shaking the paint-falling gun body, as if it was about to fall apart at any time, and it was more likely to get out of fire at any time!

The driver in front of the car didn't blink for a moment, and asked the guide with a sneer on his lips: "What are they shouting?!"

The guide hugged his head with both hands and shouted in despair: "They said that the number of people in our car is odd, which is disrespectful to their traditions and is a very big trouble. We need to get out of the car and surrender! Otherwise, we will shoot!"

The driver cursed unhappily: "Fake! A stupid nigger, you won't even make excuses! Forget it, this will inevitably happen sooner or later. Guy, cover your ears."

As he said, he suddenly pressed the guide with his left hand, allowing his curled body to cover his chest, and put the right pistol on his left arm to form a stable support. He pulled the trigger with his fingers, and hit the chest of the famous sentry on the right! Then he arched his butt and hit the car door, and it rolled out!

Just one second later, the strong man sitting on the left side of the back row raised his short protrusion and shot two short shots in a row! The bullet made a hole as big as a fist on the windshield, causing the sentry on the left to stagger back! The ak47, which was imported into the trigger, couldn't help but throw it upwards, and a string of bullets rubbed against the ceiling of the pickup and spilled into the sky!

The sudden gunfire came too suddenly, and the green flat hat was unprepared at all. After a moment of dazed, a saber flew out of the window in the back row of the car, hitting his throat. While cutting off the trachea, it also pulled a crack in the artery.

The head of the green flat hat suddenly shrank back, and the sunglasses fell off the bridge of the nose, revealing the sudden attack. He chuckled in his mouth and pressed his neck, which was spurting blood from the blood tank. At the same time, his right hand was unwilling to pull the trigger.

The car door opened roughly, and the edge was just slapped on his hand holding a gun, and a grim face appeared inside. The black shotgun "bang" and a thick tongue of flames spewed out at his chest!

Half of the green flat hat's body trembled violently, and one staggered back and fell out! In his consciousness before death, he vaguely saw someone on the other side jumping down, pulling away the individual rocket launcher in his hand, aiming at the guardhouse and pulling the trigger hard.

"boom!"

A dazzling flame burst out, tearing the guardhouse into garbage on the spot! Several other sentries hiding inside and a contact person were killed on the spot!

Everyone jumped out of the car, swept wildly into the boiling fireworks, and each emptied a magazine. Then, they rushed into the ruins and searched. On one of the people, they found photos of the two cars.

The scar-faced man in the lead spitted hard and cursed unwillingly: "Damn bastard, we can't continue to move forward now! Send a signal to Boss, we have to turn Zaire."

The two cars restarted and rushed down the highway toward the south border.

Not long after, at the base at the junction of the three countries on the eastern coast of the Caspian Sea, Leoni crossed a dotted line across the southern border of Central and Africa on a huge Africa map with a cold face and changed it to a solid arrow heading south to Zaire.

Next to him, the old Russian Nikolayev squirted with alcohol in his mouth and asked, "How many are you this?"

Leoni threw away his pencil and replied hard: "It doesn't matter a few, the situation is very obvious. They are planning to force all of us into Zaire and then encircle and annihilate them in one fell swoop!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!