Apart from a long barbed wire fence with endless ends and countless wooden piles, the border between Ribia and Tunis is surrounded by endless Gobi Deserts.

Bang!

The gunshots spread far and very loudly in the wilderness.

The crowd panicked and suddenly became turbulent.

"Damn!"

"These bastards, they're together! Farke, damn mercenary!"

"God, what do they want to do?"

No matter how the British cursed.

The Russians were not in the mood to continue to argue with these stingy and hypocritical British people. He now has time to slowly let these stingy British people speak.

However, Li Changjiang had already fallen asleep.

He consumed a lot of physical energy and was unable to maintain his consciousness in a state of sane. The sequelae after using the additional skills he had been using far exceeding Li Changjiang's expectations.

But there is no doubt.

This skill is beyond expectations!

Or terrible!

This can be seen from the eyes of British and Tunis looking at Li Changjiang.

When the black Land Rover stopped in front of No. 10 Downing Street at a rapid speed, a large number of secret police and plainclothes agents quickly occupied every corner where enemies might appear in a very short time.

No one knows what is going to happen behind this silent action, but for Miller Colson, things are a big deal.

"Hello, Director's husband!"

Nodding at the lady in a decent suit, Colson's steps were quick.

The room was filled with a smell of coffee, a very pure South American coffee, but he prefers to drink a cup of green tea produced in Sri Lanka.

"Thank you, ma'am."

With a bang, the door of the conference room was suddenly pulled up, and two agents in suits stood in front of the conference room very quickly.

"Miller, how is it now?"

"The situation is critical! Prime Minister's husband, our people are now trapped in Missurata, and have been interrupted a few hours ago, and there is no news at the moment."

"Hell! Why didn't you find this news earlier?"

The person who spoke was the current British Prime Minister.

"This is a secret operation. Husband, our people are not authorized to confirm their identity. The Navy's Dartmouth had contacted them 10 hours ago, but it was unable to confirm that the other party was ours, so it delayed the rescue time."

Colson's face was normal, and he was not moved by the words of the owner of No. 10 Downing Street in front of him.

As the head of MI5, he is a soldier with a very tough personality and a tough style.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"How many people do they have in total?"

"58, plus 21 elite British agents, there are 58 people in total, husband."

"Damn it!"

There are actually 58 people! It's so fucking!

Even if half of these 58 people were caught by those damn Ribians, that would be a big trouble.

"But our intelligence experts have found another thing. According to records, the account of the Misurata Intelligence Station conducted a transfer transaction not long ago."

“hat?What transaction?”

"They transferred the £25 million in their account to another account through the highest confidentiality level of Swiss Bank trading channels. Due to the permissions issue, we did not find information about that account."

When Colson talked about the number 25 million, a trace of pain finally appeared on his calm face.

25 million!

This is pound!

Damn it, it just disappeared!

Due to the Prime Minister's deliberate suppression and forced restriction measures, the MI5's situation has not been very good recently. In the absence of any funding from Congress, every pound will be a headache.

This time, the loss of the Missurata Intelligence Station is most likely to be the largest for MI5 in the past 20 years.

"Fake!"

Even the prime minister, who has always been gentle and elegant, is difficult to maintain his usual demeanor after hearing this sentence, and even cursed the country with a bit rude.

"Let Dartmouth do everything possible to find them!"

"Husband, I don't have any authority to order the Navy to help us do things!"

Hell!

After leaving No. 10 Downing Street, he bent down and got into the black Land Rover parked outside the door. The expression on Colson's face immediately became a little solemn, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Director, has he agreed to the Prime Minister?"

"This is not what you should ask, go to the Admiralty."

Soon, Land Rover dropped its front and rushed directly to the Admiralty. However, through the rearview mirror, the agent driving had already noticed that their boss, Director Colson, had a very obvious arc on his face.

As the top and most mysterious intelligence department in the UK, not everyone can control the MI5 at will.

Even if he is the prime minister, it's not possible.

"How is it? Have you thought about it?"

Then on the Tunis border.

The Russian shouted in a relaxed voice to the distance, staring at the British with his eyes tightly.

"Go to hell! Damn Russian."

But Clark's voice was soon overwhelmed by the sudden sound of gunfire.

Bang bang bang!

The gunshots broke the tranquility of the wilderness again.

The damn Tunis border guards finally started to move, and Clark's face suddenly became a little distorted.

Puff!

The bullet directly shot into several Ribyan refugees who tried to cross the fence, and the blood immediately dyed their clothes red, making it difficult for them to look directly at.

"Damn it! Get out of there!"

"Fake! Go back, go back! God, they are slaughtering!"

"Damn Tunis! God will punish you!"

But it is obvious that God did not hear their voices, nor would he favor their piety.

Maybe God is also a wealthy lover.

The bullets still flew out and knocked the men or women who were trying to rush over to the ground. The air was quickly filled with blood. No one would doubt any humanitarian rules that the damned Tunis soldiers would follow. The officer had obviously been bribed by the damned Russians.

Puff puff puff!

The sound of bullets shooting into the flesh made the scalp tingling, which was a nightmare for the British who had just escaped from the guns of the rebels of Missurata and Ribia.

When did the British Empire fall to such a level, those damn bureaucrats?

"God, save us!"

"Clark! Clark, we have to give them money!"

"Hell, Clark, we're going out!"

The crowd was surging.

At this moment.

A large number of figures and pickups appeared again in Ribya not far from the border, which immediately made everyone frightened again.

"Fake! It's a Ribyan!"

The people who came were indeed Ribyans, but not Ribyan rebels, but Hamis's, but these people were Ribyans first and government forces second.

So one thing is clear that neither Hamis nor the rebels, they obviously don’t have much favorable feelings towards the British, especially the government forces that have just been bombed by British fighter jets.

The crowd suddenly became turbulent.

The British themselves obviously realized that things were in trouble.

"How come it's Ribyan!" (To be continued.)

148 The threat of the Ribians (first update!:
Chapter completed!