"Well." Liang Chen nodded, feeling quite satisfied with Carlson's answer. According to the information he had, Carlson did not deceive him.

"What is Wilson?" Liang Chen asked casually.

"He belongs to the CIA, you can interrogate him by yourself. He, huh? It seems wrong. He seems to be missing at the beginning of our battle." When Carlson was halfway through, he looked around, then frowned and clenched his fists hard, "What's that? This CIA coward only knows how to use us as cannon fodder, but he took the opportunity to slip away."

However, it was a bit unfair for him to scold him like this. After all, Wilson had advised him to retreat at that time, but Carlson was concerned about the safety of his comrades, but he did not listen to him.

"Well, it must have run away." Liang Chen frowned. The answer was actually within his expectations. He had been interrogating for a while just now, and he had already known the situation. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This Wilson was really lucky. He actually escaped from his palm twice in a row. I don't know if there was a third time. [

Liang Chen still felt a little regretful after fighting two major battles within two days, but still failed to complete the task.

"Where are you? What are you going to do when you come here this time?" Liang Chen thought for a moment, looked up and asked, and waved his hand to get closer to the warriors holding the DV video.

"We went to Country L to carry out special missions, assassinate a disobedient senior general of the local military and carry out beheading operations. But after we came back, we met you, and we don't know if it was lucky or unlucky." Carlson said with a wry smile.

"For us, I should be lucky. My soldiers are all new recruits. With you, those of you, the battle-produced special forces soldiers, as their practical training opponents, they are of course very lucky, and they can even be called honor." Liang Chen smiled and said.

Carlson smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but turned his head and looked at the soldiers who had just been rescued from the minefield carrying a simple stand made of a branch, and was stunned.

I saw a corpse on the stretcher. The right leg of the corpse had been blown off. It seemed that it was caused by the thunder of Yao Weilin and the others. There was a blood hole on the forehead, and there was still blood tickling down on the stretcher, which looked particularly shrill.

"Billy..." Carlson rushed to the stretcher, trembling hands and picked up Billy's pale face. Such a steely man couldn't help but burst into tears in his eyes.

At this moment, all the soldiers of the Delta troops surrounded him, all of whom were heavy and desolate.

"This American soldier is the sniper who traps you. When we found him, he had already broken one leg and a blood hole on his forehead, but he was still lying there with his eyes open, maintaining the posture of holding a gun. If as expected, he should have escaped by chance in the first sniper duel with you, and then wanted to go up the mountain to continue to provide long-range fire support to his companions, but unfortunately he was broken by a thunderbolt, but he still dragged his broken leg up the mountain and made a final battle with you. I think, if nothing unexpected happens, if you drag it for another five minutes, you don't have to kill him, he will bleed and die." Yao Weilin next to him said in a low voice, and his tone quietly brought an indescribable solemnity.
Chapter completed!