The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Dwight Brad, the former platoon leader of the First Division of the US Marine Corps, had also been to Sudan. Just now all the team leaders knew that he led the paratroopers.

Three months ago, Jiang Hongrong was in Letraneca, and there was only one weapon capable of causing such damage in the warehouse of the base where he knew this would "join forces"-the 87 automatic grenade launcher made by China!

The 87-type automatic grenade launcher refers to the Soviet Union's AGS-17 for shooting, but it is lighter in weight and faster than the Soviet goods, and the theoretical rate of fire has reached 400 rounds per minute!

Compared with similar weapons in the United States, the ammunition capacity is slightly smaller. The large drum has 15 ammunition capacity, but it is still a proper steel storm for this intensity of combat!

This will use DFS87-type anti-personnel bombs, with a single-shot damage radius of 10 meters. When these 30 rounds are smashed down, there will be no living people in the area in front of you!

The cook scolded and was very upset after the scolding!

Pieces of red can be seen in the night vision device, which is caused by the splashing of blood and minced meat after the human body is torn. As the blood temperature drops, the color will gradually fade, but it will look spectacular in the past!

Although the tribal warriors did not have night vision goggles, their eyes were good, and all the figures that could be vaguely distinguished were gone, so they did not continue to waste ammunition.

At this time, the earphones cleared a lot, and finally I heard Dwight Brett's voice: "Captain Jiang, this is Brett. Just now I called the two Frenchmen who have been captured by our side and are going to shoot with grenade coverage.

The east and west wings have also been cleared. Please lead your tribal warriors to clean the battlefield. I will bring the prisoners and meet the boss first.

Also, after returning to the base, I will treat you! "

I can only blame the gunshots on the side just now for being too noisy, Jiang Hongrong couldn't hear what the friendly army was saying, and there was really nowhere to go out now!

Then, Jiang Hongrong suddenly thought of something-he was **** fooled by Brad!

Whether it’s a camp or a mine in Letraneca, there is a canteen, but the problem is the cafeteria and the supply system, and there is no place to treat!

I want to find a restaurant that I can live by. The nearest one is in Francistown, which is 200 kilometers away!

What's more important is the serious art of cooking. Whose craftsmanship is the best in the entire base?

It's not Jiang Hongrong himself! Although Jiang Hongrong no longer served as a cook or soldier after he was transferred from Montana to Botswana, the brothers should eat something good, and always think of ways to ask for it by themselves.

dinner?

Does the guest become a chef!

Jiang Hongrong wanted to scold him back, but finally resisted—the boss was also on the same channel, he had to be a bit of an old Chinese soldier.

As for how to deal with that bad enough Dwight Brad... "Hey! As long as you don't become a bigu god, I have some ways to make you dying!"

This will be packing up things and going to the southwest to meet with the boss. Brad does not know a truth-never offend the cook, otherwise it must be yourself!

Here Jiang Hongrong gave the tribal warriors an order to observe for 15 minutes. Now the temperature is four or five degrees above freezing, and the red in front of him is slowly fading.

The blood and the corpse will become cold. Since the main prisoners have been captured, those who are still red and bright, whether it is the corpse or the wounded, will be shot with a rifle at a long distance.

After almost waiting, Jiang Hongrong ordered the tribal warriors of the two companies to come forward to clean the battlefield and take away all the corpses that could be pieced together.

Others searched along the escape route of the other party, and all the bodies were taken to the tribal area in Botswana for treatment, and they were not left in South Africa.

Just now Zhang Nan was hiding under a gentle **** to avoid being accidentally injured by the stray bullets shooting wildly from the north. As soon as the battle was over, I discussed with Guan Xingquan and thought that there was no need to notify the South African government.

At the same time, the three An-2s that took off from the Umtali base in Zimbabwe are notified to return, and they are no longer needed here.

The three planes and the pilots totaled 60 people. When they received the return order, they had just passed half of the voyage. They had to return to the original route, which was very depressing. This action to support the boss was anticlimactic for them, but don’t worry, it is estimated that it will be again soon. Can use them.

Leave the finishing work to the tribal fighters. After the leaders of the groups met, Zhang Nan saw the two Frenchmen who had been brought over separately.

One looked like he was in his 50s, and the other was younger, and both of them had their mouths strangled with cloth.

One of the palms of his right hand was missing, and the other did not appear to be injured. In fact, it was because he was wearing a heavy body armor and suffered several 7.62mm NATO bullets in a row, and was out of breath.

"Brother Guan, leave it to you, I want to know who is behind you!"

Guan Xingquan didn't point his head, and said to Jin Wenbo and Paul: "Drag the little hand away."

Clementine immediately dragged the person away like a dead dog. This was to torture the confession separately to avoid collusion between the two guys.

After getting angry, this one woke up a long time ago, with his right hand and left foot tied together, and seeing Guan Xingquan and Randy standing in front of him through the moonlight, without any will to resist.

Boss Guan glanced at the captive and untied the cloth belt.

The captive still did not speak.

Guan Xingquan actually smiled and said: "I know that you are an old mercenary. I was in Angola before. I am also a veteran, but I have a different position, so I can only wrong you.

Now I just want to know one thing, who hired you?

Saying it all can give you a good time. If you don't say it, let's let go of life as death. You are an old mercenary. You understand all these things. It is impossible to survive today in this situation.

But I have to tell you one thing, our boss is from Huaxia, and so am I. He was very angry just now and said that he would kill the ten people who wanted to kill him.

What the boss says is an order, and those of us have to do what we say for the boss. You said, then you are a tool. It is enough to ruin you, and your family will not be harmed.

By the way, you are French. I don't know what the ten races mean. This needs to be explained to you.

That’s right. If you don’t say anything or tell us false news, it’s your parents, brothers, sisters, children, and aunts, aunt’s children, nieces, nieces, grandchildren, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, and uncles. Children, father-in-law and mother-in-law must die!

Also, strictly speaking, the ten tribes also include your students, but I don’t look like you are a teacher, so add the relatives of your father-in-law’s family to make up the number. Of course, the prerequisite kit is if you have relatives and they are still alive.

You can also give it a try to see how long it lasts, but it's not difficult to check your identity for such a big thing.

What do you think of this treatment?

Oh, don't be so scared. Forgot to tell the good news: Our boss likes children, so let's not kill children who are too young, otherwise the boss will be unhappy. "

Guan Xingquan said this as if he was chatting, but in the captive's ears, it was the voice of the devil, and the person in front of him was definitely a complete devil!

Who can come up with such a cruel means of revenge? This old mercenary is already desperate!

"I will give you 30 seconds to think about it~www.readwn.com~ Guan Xingquan said with a smile, and glanced at the luminous watch.

"No, I said. But your boss can guarantee that I won't harm my family if I say it?"

It's a good phenomenon, just be able to speak.

"Anan, he wants your guarantee that he won't kill his family if he recruits."

Guan Xingquan spoke French just now.

Zhang Nan stepped forward, glanced at the captive in his 50s, and said: "Just tell me who is behind you, I am not interested in your family. By the way, what is your name?"

Guan Xingquan did not do an interpreter because he found that the captives should understand English.

Sure enough, the captive said: "We are unlucky and kicked on the iron plate. You can call me Bastian. I took the business by phone 5 days ago. At that time I was in Nice, France..."