"Is it possible? Unless you are in my prisoner of war camp next time we meet," Zhou Jiping counterattacked without hesitation. As long as it can make Masuari feel uncomfortable, there is no harm in speaking loudly. As he spoke, Zhou Jiping
He walked towards the headquarters without stopping, but Zhong Wei was faster and had already trotted into the headquarters.
When Zhou Jiping stepped into the command headquarters, Zhong Wei had already come forward with an earphone. It was the earphone of a frequency hopping radio station. Zhou Jiping stretched out his left hand to take the earphone and covered his other ear. There was a sound coming from the earphone.
It was Francois's voice: "Airspace No. 4 is very close to Soyo, missiles are ready..."
At the same time, on the phone in his right ear, Masuariyu's voice as cold as the sound of hell came over: "Are you really so sure? So confident in defeating me? But speaking of it, I really admire you.
Can see through my series of tricks to conceal the truth."
At the same time, Francois's voice reached Zhou Jiping's other ear: "...has it been launched? Keep an eye on it and report the position... It's too late, it's flying too high and too fast.
We don’t have enough time…”
"Of course I can see through your clumsy strategies, Masuari, you are too self-righteous. How many missiles do you have?" Zhou Jiping said sarcastically to Masuari while listening carefully to what Francois was saying.
Zhong Wei was wearing another earphone and holding a microphone to communicate with Soyo in a low voice.
After hearing Zhou Jiping's words, Masuari was silent for a while and said: "It seems that you have learned a lot. I really underestimated you. But, do you think your indigenous army can really defeat me?"
Tens of thousands of modern troops? How much effort did I spend to build this army? I'm afraid it will be too late for you to decide when the soldiers are approaching."
"The missile is heading towards the predetermined area. There is no threat... It has already turned. It is flying very fast and has not entered our range at all. The pilot is a veteran..." Zhou Jiping could only hear half of the conversation between Francois and Zhong Wei.
"Don't use such a threatening tone, Masuari, that pilot of yours is a good one! Very experienced. Is he from Muntaya? It's a pity that he spent another missile for you. How much does that thing cost?"
Wait? I advise you not to use it in the future, it’s of no use to me!” Zhou Jiping directly pierced the window paper. He knew that Masuari’s tracking missile would not be able to hit Engrolai even if it was life-threatening. He was very concerned about his own safety.
One hundred rest assured
"Hey, don't worry! I will use another method. I hope you will always be so optimistic. Don't worry, I will also send you to the prisoner of war camp, as well as Lais, Irene, and
Your daughter..."
There was a buzzing sound and the satellite phone was disconnected.
Masuari on the other end of the phone was still gnashing his teeth. He was holding the satellite phone tightly in his right hand, his face was livid, and there was a "bang" sound. The next moment, the phone had been smashed against the wall.
"Tua, inform them to cut off the signal!" Masuari squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
…
"The missile hit the target. Send people to put out the fire quickly. Fires are not a trivial matter this season." Francois's voice was full of regret. As a qualified cattle herder, he obviously loves his job and is dedicated to his work.
"Alas!" Zhou Jiping sighed with two communication tools in his hands.
As a war madman, Masuari was obviously very decisive. It could be heard from his voice that when he threatened himself with his relatives, there was no hesitation or compassion at all. Zhou Jiping asked himself:
What you can't do is the difference between a crazy person and a conscientious person.
But in real society, to a certain extent, people like Masuari are often more likely to win. This is because when he makes decisions, he is often not influenced by emotions, conscience and the like. People like him are often more likely to win.
In his eyes, in addition to interests, it is still interests such as human nature, law, reasonableness... and the like, none of which can affect Masuari's decision and behavior. For him, as long as he can obtain benefits, he may do anything. Therefore
, Masuari is definitely an expert in obtaining benefits.
Looking back at himself, Zhou Jiping made a helpless discovery: he was always bound by the so-called "conscience", and there was a lot of hesitation and hesitation in his actions. Even just before going to bed, he was still thinking about the upcoming war.
But when he was worried and swayed by emotions of kindness and compassion, Masuari was already studying how to kill himself and planning to launch an attack.
"What are you thinking about? What did Masuari say just now?" At this time, Zhong Wei had already put down his communication equipment and walked over.
"Nothing." Zhou Jiping forcibly cut off his thoughts and used the satellite phone in his hand to broadcast a call - he couldn't get through, although the signal showed that it was completely normal!
"Take it, maybe you'll need it later!" Zhou Jiping threw the phone to Zhong Wei and walked alone to the ridge leading to Cabela's Port.
Cabela's Port has lost its usual vitality. The few boats moored in the harbor have lost their people and looks deserted. But now there are people coming and going on the mountain ridge at the foot of Zhou Jiping, including Bushmen warriors.
Under the leadership of officers at all levels, they are busy building fortifications in preparation for the upcoming war. Soon, the war will burn to this harbor.
Zhou Jiping knows: Society is like an olive with two pointed ends: one is people who do a lot of evil, one is people who do a lot of good, and the middle is the majority of people. They are either evil or good, and they are both good and evil.
Their destiny is often not controlled by themselves
There is no doubt that Masu Ali is a person who does evil, and he can be regarded as a great evil person; then, as Masu Ali's opponent, what about himself? Can he be regarded as a great good person? Zhou Jiping doesn't know how to answer this question.
Or maybe it shouldn't be up to him to answer, but what he knows now is that as Masuari's opponent, he can only defeat him if he is more vicious and resourceful than him. This is probably human nature.
The great good is like evil? This is like what is said in a certain movie: "What is a loyal minister? A loyal minister is someone who is raped by a treacherous minister. Otherwise, how can one defeat a treacherous minister?"
Facing the last dry and hot wind of the dry season, Zhou Jiping suddenly felt relaxed.
Night has fallen, and Cabela's Port is not as hot as it is during the day. Even the lights in the port look much cooler.
Chacha, Chacha, Chacha. Deep in Cabela's Port, on the ridge leading to Engro, a light suddenly flashed.