Chapter 988
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In the seals' car.
The driver was sniper badis, and the co pilot was captain Noland. During the interrogation, the injured correspondent Max lay in the back seat of the pickup truck.
Max was not as badly hurt as Qin Fei. Although his face was beaten into a pig's head, he could still sit in the back seat.
With a M16 automatic rifle picked up after they killed the guard, he looked back at the two strange Asian soldiers in the carriage and couldn't help asking his captain, "boss, where did these Asians come from?"
"Mercenaries." Captain Noland contacted Lieutenant Colonel Wharton at the port au Prince base and learned that the C-130 air gunboat had returned to Port au prince to refuel, and set off again to fly towards cavaron in Mexico, but it was still over the Gulf of Mexico for the time being, and it would take 40 minutes to return to Mexican airspace.
He hung up and turned to Max and said, "at least that's what they said."
"Captain, do you really believe that they are mercenaries? Who are they saving? These people seem to have high combat quality. They are not surprised to say that they are special forces. Don't you think it's strange, captain? And the DEA agent named Jack, who is also Chinese, isn't it a coincidence?"
Max looked through the small window behind the pickup cab at the big bug and tiger squatting on both sides of the car with a "Negev" light machine gun in his hand. His eyes were full of vigilance.
"I don't care who they are. Remember, Max, these people saved us."
Noland turned his head angrily and impolitely warned Max: "Now we can only rely on others to get out of danger. It's not a time to be a hero. If you want to be driven out of the car and walk back to our motherland now, just ask them! Oh! God! Max, throw away your racial prejudice! They don't mean any harm. Haven't you seen it yet?"
Now there was a fire burning in his heart, and eight of his men were buried in cavallon, which burned his heart.
Back home, how should he explain all this to his teammate's family?
Every special forces commander will face this guilt sooner or later. When your men die when you lead the team out of the mission, the psychological pressure will haunt you like a nightmare all your life until you lie in the coffin.
"Tonight, it was our own people who betrayed us. It was those UAV controllers in Nevada who threw bombs on our heads. If you let me choose who to trust now? I can tell you, Max, I'd rather trust these people."
He was so angry that he hit the dashboard with a punch.
"Falk! What the hell is going on!" he roared with suppressed emotion: "this is not over. When I return to China, I must find out who is going to push us into the fire pit of death!"
Max remained silent.
Noland is telling the truth. Tonight, his brother died in the hands of his own air force.
He just felt that these Asian faces looked not simple. Their agile and skilled tactical movements and gun handling movements told him that they were definitely some veteran oil.
Max was born in Texas, a state rich in cowboys and seals. The hometown of Chris Kyle, the first sniper of the U.S. Army, is there, and Max and he are hometown.
As a pure American patriot, Max doesn't have such a good attitude towards immigration, especially for the Yellow faced Asians, especially the rising power across the Pacific Ocean. How many times their training rehearsals are targeted at each other.
Unexpectedly, I was saved by these Asian faces when my life was on the line tonight. Now I have to be covered by others to retreat, but I sit in the back seat and complain like a useless woman.
It annoyed max.
He had to admit that these Asians were indeed one of the best soldiers he had ever seen in other countries.
According to captain Noland's inference, these people are absolutely harmless, so it seems a good thing. At least as a seal, he is unwilling to fight with a group of boy scouts with very low tactical level, which is equivalent to death.
Liu Feilong and Hu Yong, the big bug sitting in the car, didn't know that the two seals in the cab were quarreling for their identity. They put up their guns and stopped the rear of the rear tail to block the possible enemy at any time.
"Hey, man!"
The restless Mister held his M16 automatic rifle and looked at Hu Yong and Liu Feilong.
"Can you speak English?"
The guy gesticulated for fear that they didn't understand what he meant.
The Sith Sergeant couldn't help but say, "they probably say Z text."
After that, he asked Liu Feilong and Hu Yong in half unfamiliar Chinese: "he's asking you if you know how to speak English."
Hu Yong and Liu Feilong looked at each other. Hu Yong turned to the Sith and said in relatively fluent English, "I will. My friends don't understand very well."
Hu Yong graduated from a serious Naval Academy. Liu Feilong is the runner up of Sanda, which is a special move. In terms of cultural level, Liu Feilong is not as good as Hu Yong.
Seeing that Hu Yong can speak English, although not very authentic, he can understand it.
Sith asked, "have you served in the army?"
Hu Yong thought about it and said with a smile, "yes, but he has been retired for some days. Now he is a mercenary and bodyguard."
"So..." the Sith Sergeant wanted to find out how Hu Yong and others got involved, so he asked: "who are you here for this time? It seems to be the action of our military and DEA. How did your mercenaries get involved?"
Hu Yong was stunned. He didn't expect the old guy Sith to ask these questions.
Of course, I can't reveal my true identity, but I also need a reasonable explanation, otherwise there may be complications.
The operation was also arranged temporarily as a last resort. After getting the information from the intelligence department that Qin Fei had been designed, Mr. an could only mobilize the most elite troops to rescue. He was worried that a ghost team and a crow team would not be enough to deal with seta, Mexico's largest criminal group with a large number of people and well-equipped equipment, So they even sent out the third team.
Before coming, everyone listened to Chili's briefing temporarily. An ruosu introduced Qin Fei's current situation to everyone. Now the people of unit 203 know that Qin Fei has been chasing the Black Sun organization by using his identity as the head of the mercenary Corps.
Of course, Hu Yong can't mention this relationship. In the future, Qin Fei needs to hide his identity as the boss of X mercenary Corps.
Glancing aside at mister, a former member of the delta force, Hu Yong had an idea, pointed to him and said, "in fact, you can ask him a lot of questions directly. He doesn't need to ask me. He knows very well."
"Me!?" Mister's eyes popped out. "What do I know!?"
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In the seals' car.
The driver was sniper badis, and the co pilot was captain Noland. During the interrogation, the injured correspondent Max lay in the back seat of the pickup truck.
Max was not as badly hurt as Qin Fei. Although his face was beaten into a pig's head, he could still sit in the back seat.
With a M16 automatic rifle picked up after they killed the guard, he looked back at the two strange Asian soldiers in the carriage and couldn't help asking his captain, "boss, where did these Asians come from?"
"Mercenaries." Captain Noland contacted Lieutenant Colonel Wharton at the port au Prince base and learned that the C-130 air gunboat had returned to Port au prince to refuel, and set off again to fly towards cavaron in Mexico, but it was still over the Gulf of Mexico for the time being, and it would take 40 minutes to return to Mexican airspace.
He hung up and turned to Max and said, "at least that's what they said."
"Captain, do you really believe that they are mercenaries? Who are they saving? These people seem to have high combat quality. They are not surprised to say that they are special forces. Don't you think it's strange, captain? And the DEA agent named Jack, who is also Chinese, isn't it a coincidence?"
Max looked through the small window behind the pickup cab at the big bug and tiger squatting on both sides of the car with a "Negev" light machine gun in his hand. His eyes were full of vigilance.
"I don't care who they are. Remember, Max, these people saved us."
Noland turned his head angrily and impolitely warned Max: "Now we can only rely on others to get out of danger. It's not a time to be a hero. If you want to be driven out of the car and walk back to our motherland now, just ask them! Oh! God! Max, throw away your racial prejudice! They don't mean any harm. Haven't you seen it yet?"
Now there was a fire burning in his heart, and eight of his men were buried in cavallon, which burned his heart.
Back home, how should he explain all this to his teammate's family?
Every special forces commander will face this guilt sooner or later. When your men die when you lead the team out of the mission, the psychological pressure will haunt you like a nightmare all your life until you lie in the coffin.
"Tonight, it was our own people who betrayed us. It was those UAV controllers in Nevada who threw bombs on our heads. If you let me choose who to trust now? I can tell you, Max, I'd rather trust these people."
He was so angry that he hit the dashboard with a punch.
"Falk! What the hell is going on!" he roared with suppressed emotion: "this is not over. When I return to China, I must find out who is going to push us into the fire pit of death!"
Max remained silent.
Noland is telling the truth. Tonight, his brother died in the hands of his own air force.
He just felt that these Asian faces looked not simple. Their agile and skilled tactical movements and gun handling movements told him that they were definitely some veteran oil.
Max was born in Texas, a state rich in cowboys and seals. The hometown of Chris Kyle, the first sniper of the U.S. Army, is there, and Max and he are hometown.
As a pure American patriot, Max doesn't have such a good attitude towards immigration, especially for the Yellow faced Asians, especially the rising power across the Pacific Ocean. How many times their training rehearsals are targeted at each other.
Unexpectedly, I was saved by these Asian faces when my life was on the line tonight. Now I have to be covered by others to retreat, but I sit in the back seat and complain like a useless woman.
It annoyed max.
He had to admit that these Asians were indeed one of the best soldiers he had ever seen in other countries.
According to captain Noland's inference, these people are absolutely harmless, so it seems a good thing. At least as a seal, he is unwilling to fight with a group of boy scouts with very low tactical level, which is equivalent to death.
Liu Feilong and Hu Yong, the big bug sitting in the car, didn't know that the two seals in the cab were quarreling for their identity. They put up their guns and stopped the rear of the rear tail to block the possible enemy at any time.
"Hey, man!"
The restless Mister held his M16 automatic rifle and looked at Hu Yong and Liu Feilong.
"Can you speak English?"
The guy gesticulated for fear that they didn't understand what he meant.
The Sith Sergeant couldn't help but say, "they probably say Z text."
After that, he asked Liu Feilong and Hu Yong in half unfamiliar Chinese: "he's asking you if you know how to speak English."
Hu Yong and Liu Feilong looked at each other. Hu Yong turned to the Sith and said in relatively fluent English, "I will. My friends don't understand very well."
Hu Yong graduated from a serious Naval Academy. Liu Feilong is the runner up of Sanda, which is a special move. In terms of cultural level, Liu Feilong is not as good as Hu Yong.
Seeing that Hu Yong can speak English, although not very authentic, he can understand it.
Sith asked, "have you served in the army?"
Hu Yong thought about it and said with a smile, "yes, but he has been retired for some days. Now he is a mercenary and bodyguard."
"So..." the Sith Sergeant wanted to find out how Hu Yong and others got involved, so he asked: "who are you here for this time? It seems to be the action of our military and DEA. How did your mercenaries get involved?"
Hu Yong was stunned. He didn't expect the old guy Sith to ask these questions.
Of course, I can't reveal my true identity, but I also need a reasonable explanation, otherwise there may be complications.
The operation was also arranged temporarily as a last resort. After getting the information from the intelligence department that Qin Fei had been designed, Mr. an could only mobilize the most elite troops to rescue. He was worried that a ghost team and a crow team would not be enough to deal with seta, Mexico's largest criminal group with a large number of people and well-equipped equipment, So they even sent out the third team.
Before coming, everyone listened to Chili's briefing temporarily. An ruosu introduced Qin Fei's current situation to everyone. Now the people of unit 203 know that Qin Fei has been chasing the Black Sun organization by using his identity as the head of the mercenary Corps.
Of course, Hu Yong can't mention this relationship. In the future, Qin Fei needs to hide his identity as the boss of X mercenary Corps.
Glancing aside at mister, a former member of the delta force, Hu Yong had an idea, pointed to him and said, "in fact, you can ask him a lot of questions directly. He doesn't need to ask me. He knows very well."
"Me!?" Mister's eyes popped out. "What do I know!?"
In the seals' car.The driver was sniper badis, and the co pilot was captain Noland. During the interrogation, the injured correspondent Max lay in the back seat of the pickup truck.Max was not as badly hurt as Qin Fei. Although his face was beaten into a pig's head, he could still sit in the back seat.With a M16 automatic rifle picked up after they killed the guard, he looked back at the two strange Asian soldiers in the carriage and couldn't help asking his captain, "boss, where did these Asians come from?""Mercenaries." Captain Noland contacted Lieutenant Colonel Wharton at the port au Prince base and learned that the C-130 air gunboat had returned to Port au prince to refuel, and set off again to fly towards cavaron in Mexico, but it was still over the Gulf of Mexico for the time being, and it would take 40 minutes to return to Mexican airspace.He hung up and turned to Max and said, "at least that's what they said.""Captain, do you really believe that they are mercenaries? Who are they saving? These people seem to have high combat quality. They are not surprised to say that they are special forces. Don't you think it's strange, captain? And the DEA agent named Jack, who is also Chinese, isn't it a coincidence?"Max looked through the small window behind the pickup cab at the big bug and tiger squatting on both sides of the car with a "Negev" light machine gun in his hand. His eyes were full of vigilance."I don't care who they are. Remember, Max, these people saved us."Noland turned his head angrily and impolitely warned Max: "Now we can only rely on others to get out of danger. It's not a time to be a hero. If you want to be driven out of the car and walk back to our motherland now, just ask them! Oh! God! Max, throw away your racial prejudice! They don't mean any harm. Haven't you seen it yet?"Now there was a fire burning in his heart, and eight of his men were buried in cavallon, which burned his heart.Back home, how should he explain all this to his teammate's family?Every special forces commander will face this guilt sooner or later. When your men die when you lead the team out of the mission, the psychological pressure will haunt you like a nightmare all your life until you lie in the coffin."Tonight, it was our own people who betrayed us. It was those UAV controllers in Nevada who threw bombs on our heads. If you let me choose who to trust now? I can tell you, Max, I'd rather trust these people."He was so angry that he hit the dashboard with a punch."Falk! What the hell is going on!" he roared with suppressed emotion: "this is not over. When I return to China, I must find out who is going to push us into the fire pit of death!"Max remained silent.Noland is telling the truth. Tonight, his brother died in the hands of his own air force.He just felt that these Asian faces looked not simple. Their agile and skilled tactical movements and gun handling movements told him that they were definitely some veteran oil.Max was born in Texas, a state rich in cowboys and seals. The hometown of Chris Kyle, the first sniper of the U.S. Army, is there, and Max and he are hometown.As a pure American patriot, Max doesn't have such a good attitude towards immigration, especially for the Yellow faced Asians, especially the rising power across the Pacific Ocean. How many times their training rehearsals are targeted at each other.Unexpectedly, I was saved by these Asian faces when my life was on the line tonight. Now I have to be covered by others to retreat, but I sit in the back seat and complain like a useless woman.It annoyed max.He had to admit that these Asians were indeed one of the best soldiers he had ever seen in other countries.According to captain Noland's inference, these people are absolutely harmless, so it seems a good thing. At least as a seal, he is unwilling to fight with a group of boy scouts with very low tactical level, which is equivalent to death.Liu Feilong and Hu Yong, the big bug sitting in the car, didn't know that the two seals in the cab were quarreling for their identity. They put up their guns and stopped the rear of the rear tail to block the possible enemy at any time."Hey, man!"The restless Mister held his M16 automatic rifle and looked at Hu Yong and Liu Feilong."Can you speak English?"The guy gesticulated for fear that they didn't understand what he meant.The Sith Sergeant couldn't help but say, "they probably say Z text."After that, he asked Liu Feilong and Hu Yong in half unfamiliar Chinese: "he's asking you if you know how to speak English."Hu Yong and Liu Feilong looked at each other. Hu Yong turned to the Sith and said in relatively fluent English, "I will. My friends don't understand very well."Hu Yong graduated from a serious Naval Academy. Liu Feilong is the runner up of Sanda, which is a special move. In terms of cultural level, Liu Feilong is not as good as Hu Yong.Seeing that Hu Yong can speak English, although not very authentic, he can understand it.Sith asked, "have you served in the army?"Hu Yong thought about it and said with a smile, "yes, but he has been retired for some days. Now he is a mercenary and bodyguard.""So..." the Sith Sergeant wanted to find out how Hu Yong and others got involved, so he asked: "who are you here for this time? It seems to be the action of our military and DEA. How did your mercenaries get involved?"Hu Yong was stunned. He didn't expect the old guy Sith to ask these questions.Of course, I can't reveal my true identity, but I also need a reasonable explanation, otherwise there may be complications.The operation was also arranged temporarily as a last resort. After getting the information from the intelligence department that Qin Fei had been designed, Mr. an could only mobilize the most elite troops to rescue. He was worried that a ghost team and a crow team would not be enough to deal with seta, Mexico's largest criminal group with a large number of people and well-equipped equipment, So they even sent out the third team.Before coming, everyone listened to Chili's briefing temporarily. An ruosu introduced Qin Fei's current situation to everyone. Now the people of unit 203 know that Qin Fei has been chasing the Black Sun organization by using his identity as the head of the mercenary Corps.Of course, Hu Yong can't mention this relationship. In the future, Qin Fei needs to hide his identity as the boss of X mercenary Corps.Glancing aside at mister, a former member of the delta force, Hu Yong had an idea, pointed to him and said, "in fact, you can ask him a lot of questions directly. He doesn't need to ask me. He knows very well.""Me!?" Mister's eyes popped out. "What do I know!?"
