When he saw this message, the old man became spartan. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the phone blankly.
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"President?"
Seeing the president's shocked expression, Du Wenyan's face was full of surprise.
What kind of news could make the otherwise calm president so moved?
Is this still the president he knew?
"Take a look."
The old man did not directly answer Du Wenyan's doubts, but handed him the phone.
Um?
The moment Du Wenyan saw the text message, his expression and demeanor were almost exactly the same as the old man just now.
All killed?
He knew about the actions of 'Chen Zaitian' and Xiao Ma tonight. What did they mean when they were all killed in action meant that 'Sakchi was all wiped out'?
Real or fake?
Du Wenyan immediately doubted the authenticity of the news.
Although ‘Chen Zaitian’ and Xiao Ma have great firepower and their personal abilities are also very strong, they are ‘Sakchi’.
Just wiped out like that?
By both of them?
After a long while, Du Wenyan breathed a long sigh of relief and composed his mind.
"President, would you like to call Xiao Ma to confirm?"
"No."
The old man waved his hand to stop Du Wenyan's suggestion without hesitation. He knew who Xiao Ma was.
The other party is definitely not the kind of person who is aimless.
Since Xiao Ma said that all the 'Sakchi' were killed, that should be the fact.
Seeing that the president disagreed, Du Wenyan stopped insisting.
Suddenly, he remembered something. Not long ago, he heard an explosion. He thought it was an accident somewhere.
But combined with this text message, he suddenly had other thoughts.
"President, do you think the explosion just now was related to their actions?"
"Their equipment was prepared by me, and the list provided to them happened to contain TNT."
"Maybe."
The old man wasn't sure. He didn't care about the process, only the results.
As for how the action will go, we will find out tomorrow by calling Xiao Ma over and asking.
It was too late now. He had just experienced a fierce battle. Xiaoma must be tired, so let him have a good rest.
"Dayan, remember, all your schedule tomorrow is cancelled. At noon tomorrow, you call Xiao Ma and ask him to come over."
"yes!"
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Speaker's house.
The round old man hurried to the Speaker's house. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the Speaker's gloomy face.
Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but slow down his steps. When he came closer, he said cautiously.
"Speaker, do you know everything?"
"snort!"
The Speaker snorted coldly and glanced at him with a sinister look on his face.
He is in a very bad mood now. Although the 'Sakchi' team was only hired with money, he has no feelings for them.
But the death of the 'Sakchi' team completely disrupted his subsequent deployment.
Of course, he can continue to hire other mercenaries,
But that takes time!
What he lacks most now is time!
As a new round of elections is about to begin, if the current president's weaknesses cannot be found out as soon as possible, given the opponent's extremely high level of national support.
He is very likely to lose this election.
Failure is something that he absolutely cannot tolerate, and it is also something that their team cannot tolerate.
Because this election is related to an extremely important arms purchase.
If his opponent comes to power, the arms purchase plan will inevitably encounter Waterloo based on the opponent's governing policy.
Being given a cold look by the Speaker, the round old man couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
He has always been in charge of contacting ‘Sakchi’, including their entry and subsequent base and equipment provided by him.
Before the truth is revealed, strictly speaking, the sudden death of the 'Sakchi' team has nothing to do with him.
But who gives the ‘speaker’ greater power and higher status?
The temper of the superior is just so unreasonable. You have to tolerate it if you can, and you have to tolerate it if you can't.
"Speaker, before coming here, I have contacted the Sakchi headquarters and informed them of the situation here."
"Their leader promised to mobilize manpower to re-enter the country as soon as possible. The mission will continue without any additional payment."
"As soon as possible? How fast is as soon as possible?"
The Speaker said with a sullen face: "Old Pan, you know, we don't have much time left."
"Within a week!"
The fat old man said decisively: "I promise that they will return to their posts within a week."
One week is already the fastest. After all, it takes time for 'Sakchi' to mobilize manpower, and it also takes time for him to arrange their entry.
However, the 'Speaker' is still not satisfied with this speed.
"Call the people in heaven and ask them to help."
"Hiring 'Sakchi' was their suggestion. Now that something is wrong, they have an obligation to help!"
'Paradise' is the promoter of the arms purchase plan, and the 'Speaker' knows very well that if something goes wrong, they will be more anxious than themselves.
Because the amount of this arms purchase is very large, involving tens of billions of dollars, and this is only the first phase, and there will be two and three phases to follow.
"yes!"
"I'll contact you right away."
As a core member of the 'Speaker' faction, the fat old man knew all the inside information.
Paradise is the largest vested interest in the arms purchase case. Now that it is in trouble, it is indeed their turn to contribute.
"etc!"
Just when the fat old man was about to contact the 'Heaven' side, the 'Speaker' suddenly spoke.
"When you contact me later, it's best to ask them to send some people over, and remember to be tougher."
At this moment, the 'Speaker' had already become suspicious of Sakchi.
He didn't know much about 'Sakchi' himself, but this team was recommended by the commander of 'Paradise'.
What is the strongest mercenary, what is the most perfect killing machine, what is an all-elite, now it seems that it is nothing more than that.
The team was destroyed in such an inexplicable way, and he had to wonder whether the other party was capable of helping him?
"Yes, I understand."
The fat old man nodded and immediately made a call.
beep!
beep!
Soon, the call was connected, and a hoarse voice came over.
"What's up?"
The other party showed no politeness and went straight to the point.
"Something's wrong now."
The old man briefly recounted the situation, and then put forward his request.
"I see."
The contact person on the other side had a calm tone, and just from the voice analysis, it was impossible to hear any emotional fluctuations at all.
"We will meet your requirements and someone will contact you tomorrow."
"yes!"
"Commander Lan, thank you for your help."
Although the fat old man holds a high position in the country, he still treats people on the phone with respect.
Because the person he was talking to was the commander of the Paradise Operations Department, he didn't know the other person's specific name, he only knew that the other person's surname was "Lan".