Just in the largest room on the seven-story MU Hotel in Mahaddyvale Capital, a telescope always heads towards the surrounding streets. Natasha's Chinese language with a Yuqing accent is very special: "Wu! Come on, they appear again!"

Wu Mengxi stood up from her desk and calmly approached the telescope. She quickly captured the scene of Buck, Gulisa and other white people strolling on the streets. Wu Mengxi was not exclusive, so she took a few glances and asked Ye Mingjing to see it. Finally, she even called Nannan to come over and see it!

Buck was so lucky that he had no intimacy between him and Gulisa. Apart from a distance of one or two, the Kurd girl always focused on various scenery and sign shops on the streets and alleys. Buck was more whispering with the white man, and it was obvious that he was analyzing the surrounding terrain characteristics.

If Xiang Wan had not been persuaded repeatedly, Fang Lingying and Mou Chenfei who received the news in China would definitely have come together to watch the fun together.

Wu Mengxi was still sure: "I just walked together, probably because of the work. I have said that there is absolutely nothing else, and now it seems more proof..."

Ye Mingjing focused on people: "I look a little... but I can't reach our level. Lola didn't even take it home, so let it go."

Natasha sharpened her knife and used the phone to speak to her own people the code: "Have all the things done? OK, divide them and prepare them. I guess it's only two days..." She herself had two pistols and a submachine gun, plus a whole pack of magazines!

With seaplanes, it would be too easy for such an island country with almost no borders to bring in any guns.

The Golden Eagles had long been secretly armed, but they were different from Buck. They squatted in hotel rooms every day without going out, because most tourists coming to Mahaddae only used the capital as an international flight transfer station, and almost no one who entered the city flew directly to the surrounding island hotels by seaplane, so Western tourists on the street would easily be noticed after a few more glances.

So compared to those uncertain coups or events, this time I am too sure. As long as Buck is still here, the mercenaries he sneaks in will definitely do something!

When I came here to observe my husband up close, it was more because of the woman's natural gossip. Natasha was also very sure to ensure her own safety. Wu Gelanniu was very disdainful: "It's so big, there are no barren mountains and wild places around me. Anyway, they are all in the city and there are no guns flooding. What can I do if I can do it?"

But she still underestimated the scene of such a group incident.

After having supper on the street, he returned to the youth hostel. Buck was adhering to the actor's qualities and complaining in his stingy style that food costs are consumed a lot. The white girl who rarely communicates with other contractors snapped her fingers: "It's almost done! Let's go!"

These long-standing contractors did not have the excitement of being excited. They whispered to each other silently, sorted out the objects on their bodies, and handed over unnecessary things to a guy next to the girl. They seemed to be in charge of logistics and would manage these things first and take them away whenever things happened. Everyone had almost only a passport that didn't say anything, a telescopic baton and a set of intercommunications machines. The most important thing was to change into a pullover that looked similar to the local young people and set off!

Buck was a little surprised that they didn't have guns?

Even Gulisa was assigned a set of intercoms. Their group still followed Basson to the streets. Barkdo carried a medical bag. Gulisa wanted to take it, but Bark refused. The military doctor still had to carry his tools on his body. However, Gulisa emphasized this way of using headsets, so that the girl could learn from him to hide the PTT switch cable on his wrist, and then the vacuum headset was stuck in her long hair.

Buck's short hair like this has to be covered with a square scarf on his neck, which is also the prop he has always covered his tattoos on his neck.

After spending a few days to get familiar with the streets, everyone silently diverted like mercury after going out. Barker and his group of eight people said that they would wait at the outer periphery of the back door of the Presidential Palace first.

At this time, walking on the streets that should have been noisy and lively, I suddenly found that many stores were closed, and many local people were hurriedly gathering towards the Presidential Palace.

Buck couldn't help but wonder, isn't there any party that prevents such a coup that even ordinary people mobilized?

This capital is like a city spread on a piece of paper. The whole piece of paper is spread on the Indian Ocean. There are no undulating mountains or rivers. Some areas are lined with modern buildings, but there are no too high buildings. Some are just the old-fashioned several-story buildings and bungalows of the harbor city. It is just that the tourism style and harbor customs are all colorful. It is a bit similar to the current image of Wanda Town, except that there are only a few hundred households in Wanda Town and are surrounded by mountains and harbors.

The Presidential Palace is basically in the center of the flat paper, and the buildings are like villas and palaces in the 18th century in Europe. They are surrounded by dense greenery, and gold-painted iron railings form the periphery. When Buck and the others walked here silently, they found that a large number of people had gathered outside the Presidential Palace, demanding dialogue with the president and shouting slogans to punish corruption. It seemed that the situation was still within controllable range.

Buck hugged his arm and leaned against the wall and watched silently. How many times have he experienced this scene?

Participants may be excited and are driven by such emotions that they are doing the most correct thing in the world. Others are doing this and agreeing with their own swearing. It's so cool!

But in the end they knew that they had become someone else's pawn?

These are definitely not the people who get the benefits...

Gulisa also passed the confused stage, and followed Buck to watch such a scene and whispered: "It's so familiar... Sometimes such scenes will appear on our side. Fortunately, Allah can always follow the will of Allah and control the scene. It seems that nothing will happen..."

Buck smiled and didn't say anything. Whether to control or not depends on the intention of the manipulator behind it.

Basson may think that such a group of tourists dressed up as a guy standing on the side of the road was a bit eye-catching. He pointed to the outside stairs of a building next to him, and Buck and others went up one by one and sat on the steps. This also facilitated Basson to stand at the highest point and take a mobile phone to shoot the picture. However, when the position was a little higher, Buck also had a different view. Before standing on the side of the road, he felt that it was just a crowd of black people and high slogans and banners. However, you could clearly see the lights here. If you pay a little attention, you could tell that it was not the glow stick in the hands of some fans, but a mobile phone. Some people were holding the same shooting like Basson, while others were looking through it.

A new era is coming. Large-screen smartphones not only changed the living habits of many people, but also changed the trajectory of coups. Buck immediately thought of the so-called Arab Spring, a series of various coups that broke out in Middle Eastern countries. Almost all use mobile phones and various social Internet platform software to distribute messages, agree on details, and use the mass sending function to instantly pass various messages to everyone.

Sure enough, it seemed that the demonstration was just a petition. It seemed that suddenly, many people suddenly rushed out of various directions to increase the volume and increase their strength, and rushed towards the line of police defenses in line with hands!

All I heard were the policemen holding guns shouting warnings in their own language, which was of no use to the crowd that was already excited, and then there was a bang of the gunshot!

Buck vaguely heard someone shouting that the police had beaten to death...

But clearly the gunshot came from a building around me, okay?
Chapter completed!