()Who betrayed us?

Tang Simao lowered his head and looked at the marble floor under his feet. The white patterns were slowly twisting on the ground, like a group of vicious snakes. He knew that his brain was in a state of abnormality due to excessive blood loss, hunger, thirst, and fatigue.

On the verge of collapse. But this question kept turning over and over in his mind, like an immortal ghost torturing his soul.

Since arriving in Africa, the entire operation has been carried out in accordance with the procedures given by the company, and the routes have been strictly followed. Brother Hu has done a good job in this regard without making any mistakes.

The only possibility is that there is a mole within the company! Ever since he entered this industry, Tang Simao has put life and death aside. Second only to the drug trade, the arms trade has staggering profits, enough to make God crazy. He

He still doesn't understand why humans are so keen on causing killings. It's not surprising at all that traitors appear. The only thing that puzzles him is that only a few people know the whereabouts of each arms agent, the type of goods and the inside story of the transaction. It's so secret.

How was the information leaked and who leaked it?

Who is this person? Let them run into the Filipino ambush. Such a question makes his head feel like needles. If only Brother Tiger were here, he would definitely be able to guess it.

If it weren't for Wang Hu, Tang Simao would have become a withered skeleton in the Golden Triangle. Wang Hu not only saved him, but also gave him a job with an annual salary of 360,000. A few years ago, such a large sum of money

, Tang Simao couldn’t even imagine it. Even though he was surrounded by heroin, methamphetamine, and hemp, they all belonged to drug lords, and he could only get more than 400,000 kyats every month.

The currency is equivalent to RMB 3,000. Not only do you have to protect your boss, you also have to fight for your life with the government, and you also have to be responsible for killing other drug dealers.

He hates that drugs killed his mother, but he has to protect drug dealers in order to survive.

Tang Simao always believed that Wang Hu was his benefactor!

but.

Where is Brother Tiger now?

Could it be that he... Tang Simao didn't dare to think any more. A drop of sweat rolled into his eyes. The stinging feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, but his eyelids did not blink at all. Those Filipinos

They fixed his eyelids firmly with glue, and kept using large buckets of chili pepper water to give Tang Simao a "shower" from head to toe! The wounds all over his body were in burning pain, as if he was being skinned alive.

Let him almost chew up the two rows of steel teeth.

Those Filipinos were afraid that he would bite his tongue and kill himself if he couldn't bear it, and were ready to block his mouth, but Tang Simao refused. Even if I die, I will die behind you! He just stared at these Filipinos with wolf-like eyes.

People, damn it, one day I will kill you with my own hands!

"Bah!" He spat fiercely and stared at his toes, so that he could concentrate and concentrate. Only then could he endure the next torture! At this time, Tang Simao was hung in the air,

The foot is one meter above the ground, but this distance is only one meter, but it is filled with several large pieces of broken cement piles.

Under the force of the fall, this kind of torture dislocated the joints that Tang Simao pulled, and the skin began to bleed faintly.

It was really embarrassing just now. When I was unprepared, those damn bastards suddenly attacked me.

He sneered a few times, and through the broken hair on his forehead, he stared at the burning charcoal pot three meters away. The red flames were licking several soldering irons, and large pieces of soldering iron were still attached to the surface.

There were pieces of skin and flesh, but they had been burned into cokes by the flames. It was these things that made Tang Simao want to faint from the pain!

This feeling of seeing his flesh being cooked and burned, coupled with the sudden severe pain, made Tang Simao couldn't help but scream.

As if feeling Tang Simao's resentful eyes, Kunsha showed a sneer on his face. He was leaning on a bench in the church, holding a bottle of ice-cold beer in one hand, with a cruel smile on his dark face.

, these two Chinese people are really tough! No matter how hard you try, you can’t pry their mouths open.

Those SAM missiles without the firing module are no different from scrap metal. It is these powerful guys that made Kunsha and the others ruthless to do this "big thing!" Anyway, the Danao people have already cooperated with the Chinese Arms Group.

The two are at odds with each other, one is a long-established black gun capital, and the other is a rising star. The two have long been fighting openly and secretly in Southeast Asia, Japan and Bangzi Country, and the competition is very fierce. Only in the United States, neither can compete with powerful arms dealers, and business development

All are unsatisfactory.

This time, they all set their sights on the war-torn African continent.

Kunsha and his gang were the ones who were on the front line, and he didn’t expect to meet Chinese people in Rwanda. He didn’t expect to cause trouble at first, but someone actually revealed the information about these Chinese people. Although the asking price was high, Kunsha gritted his teeth.

He also admitted that as long as he could pry open the mouths of these two guys, he could get his money back. He could also cut off the claws of the Chinese arms smugglers. Kunsha looked at the young man in front of him curiously. Is he still waiting for someone to come?

Save him?

What a joke. The guy who escaped seemed to be their leader. According to the data, he was just the lowest "O-level agent." I'm afraid he would have died as sadly as a dog!

Huh? The soldering iron is already red-hot. Kun Sha motioned his men to continue the torture, "Don't kill him all at once. Wait until we find out the whereabouts of her module, and I'll give him a good time!"

"Yes, boss!" A guy with a black hairy chest nodded and bowed, indicating that he would take care of this kid and not let him die easily. Want to die? Lift your bottom first!

Kun Sha smiled disdainfully and threw a bottle of cold beer to Black Chest Hair as a reward. This subordinate was still very hard-working, and the various torture methods opened Kun Sha's eyes. He didn't expect to have such a talent in his hands.

That scream...it's really the most beautiful music!

The black-breasted man sneered ferociously, picked up the red-hot iron and walked towards Tang Simao!

This Catholic church was built by Belgian colonists after World War I. It was abandoned a few years ago after Savali killed the priest in the church during the genocide of the Tutsi and Hutu.

At this time, it was used as a garrison and stationed here. There were not only 200 Guard members but also more than 40 Filipinos.

There are fifty light and dark sentries on the outside alone, and two rows of military tents surround the white church in the middle.

However, at this time, in addition to the sentries, the soldiers who had been searching nervously for a day did not even bother to eat dinner and went to sleep in the tent. They spent a lot of effort during the day and twenty or thirty people died before catching two

Among the yellow men, there was actually a seriously injured guy who escaped without a trace.

Maybe he died a long time ago.

But they did not expect that bloodthirsty beasts were lurking around them. There were still more than a dozen secret sentries killed by Wang Hu on trees and in grass nests. The warm blood was evaporated in the high temperature in less than a minute.

It was clean, but the smell of blood still attracted a lot of mosquitoes.

Wang Hu's body has been covered with a lot of splattered blood, making the obsidian armor on his body darker and darker, and his two fists are stained with blood. He slowly approaches a fighting man like a lion.

The one who yawned was the soldier. This soldier was leaning against the wall behind the church out of boredom, holding the AK47 in his arms, looking sleepy.

He didn't realize that the danger was approaching. When Wang Hu suddenly appeared in front of him, he was killed by Wang Hu without even raising his gun! The sharp dagger directly pierced his throat and inserted into his neck bone.

It smashed into pieces and penetrated deeply into the white bricks! Then a large amount of blood sprayed onto Wang Hu.

Making him look even more terrifying, Wang Hu turned the handle of the knife to confirm that this guy couldn't die anymore, and then spit out two words from his mouth, "49!"

Not enough killed!

The sound of the blade scraping against the wall was heard by another soldier not far away. He raised his gun and asked in a low voice, "José, what's going on?"

He didn't know that Jose had already died in Wang Hu's hands! Wang Hu pinched the back of Jose's neck with his hand, making him look like he was standing there. He shook Jose's arm with his other hand.

It made him look like he was saying hello. The obsidian shield and the shadow were mixed together, making it impossible for the soldier to see clearly.

"Hey! Brother, why don't you say anything?" The soldier looked at his companion who kept waving to him, and shook his head helplessly. This guy must have been deafened by the explosion at noon! When he was about to walk in

, only to find that Jose fell to the ground like a torn bag, and a huge shadow jumped directly in front of him. Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt an inexplicable pain in his chest, and all his strength was exhausted.

Got some time.

Wang Hu stabbed his heart with a knife, and pinched his throat with his other hand, blocking the soldier's screams in his trachea. Throwing the body to the ground, Wang Hu smiled cruelly, "50!

"

The tactical backpack on his back is filled with grenades and four or five broadsword mines. These are all goods traded by the Filipinos. Now Wang Hu plans to make a few large fireworks and send all the remaining debris into the sky.

!

Wang Hu lifted the obsidian shield, tiptoed to the entrances of two rows of tents, buried broadsword mines directly here, and then placed a large number of grenades on them.

After finishing everything, he opened the safety of the Beretta 92sb pistol, stood in the distance, and heard a "click" sound as the bullet was loaded! Wang Hu smiled coldly and pulled the trigger toward the sky!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots directly broke the silence of the dark night.

The tent suddenly became chaotic. The soldiers inside quickly picked up their weapons and rushed towards the door.

Wang Hu laughed and quickly pressed the operating handle. A mere 3V voltage directly detonated the electric detonator in the mine. Not only that, the combination of the pulse igniter and the booster device in the Broad Sword mine detonated several mines at the same time!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The 680g TNT explosive directly sprayed out a large number of steel balls, sweeping away the swarming soldiers. The raging metal storm directly tore a dozen human bodies into pieces! What was even more vicious was that the grenades placed on it were blown up.

Flying, it exploded directly on top of the soldiers' heads. Prefabricated fragments and a large number of steel balls directly blew the black heads to pieces!
Chapter completed!