"But, Master, I want to follow you..." Zhang Da looked at Liang Chen pitifully and said, "I finally came out and had to fight a big battle, but at the critical moment, he was not as good as him, so he was so depressed, let alone. www

"No, you have your task." Liang Chen refused, then waved his hand and left someone to pretend to be himself. Following Dong Haibo and others, he disappeared into the deep night.

Adaton bit the cigar and sat in a chair, while Kuba stood next to a military sand table, wiping the shiny machete intently.

"They have been moving forward, there should be no problem." Adatong raised his head and said to Kuba. As Liang Chen expected, Adatong and the others had been sending people to monitor Liang Chen and the others' movements, but what they never knew was that Liang Chen, the most important of the six people, had already replaced the pillars and took people straight to Wilson's nest in concealment.

"What can I do without a problem? On the contrary, the further they go, the more I feel frightened, as if something is wrong about to happen." Kuba took a deep breath, and "deep" the machete on the edge of the wooden edge of the sand table, glanced at Adatong. For some reason, he always felt panicked, as if something was about to happen and something was about to change qualitatively. That inexplicable sense of crisis made him extremely uncomfortable. [

"Haha, General Kuba, you are suspicious." Adatong said with a disapproval of his grin. Things have already achieved this, and it is impossible for Liang Chen and the others to have any problems.

"This is not suspicion, it is intuition. You don't understand the intuition of the soldiers' danger." Kuba snorted and said bluntly.

"Don't forget me, I'm also a soldier." Adatong smiled.

"I admit that you were a soldier and a very good soldier. Unfortunately, you let the dirty things like politics pollute your intuition, so you can't feel what I can feel." Kuba's speech became more and more sharp.

Adaton frowned and stopped talking. He just smiled coldly, turned his head and looked out the window, and after a while, "How are you doing on Wilson?"

"You should ask him, what's the use of asking me?" Kuba seemed to be dissatisfied with the American.

This time, Adaton ignored him and just murmured to himself, "I hope he can help our warriors grow up as soon as possible."

"That's just your warrior, it has nothing to do with me. I wish this American with ulterior motives would die now. Adaton, I don't understand General. Is the so-called jihad so important? Even if the jihad is successful, it's just a puppet from another country. What's the point?" Kuba took the machete with concentration again, as if asking Adaton, and as if muttering to himself.
Chapter completed!