The ban was banned, everyone gave whatever they had! There was nothing to say!
—————He estimated that these people came from Soyo and knew something about the evil between the Montaya Military Government and the Southern Union. But as for the current situation, whether the two sides had started a war, were these people
He didn't care much about the assassination of the Confederacy leader, he just felt that all this had nothing to do with him. What he had to do was sneak into the quest alone, find his goal, and then pull the attack, he only hoped to come in.
Before asking for a meeting, Zhou Jiping was not solved by others.
Hiding secretly at the indigenous warrior's sentry, watching the six Dagas men pass under his nose, according to Pierre's original intention, he wanted to wait for a while to get up again, and he wanted to have a small one at this time
A small accident, a tribal warrior who was knocked unconscious by him woke up
Pierre is not afraid of killing people, but he is not willing to kill people by chance. For him, killing people requires rewards. Killing people without compensation is really a thankless thing, so unless necessary, he will not kill people easily.
The last time he was in the Falin tribe, if he hadn't mistakenly thought that the two Falin people's ambush were targeted, he wouldn't have taken serious measures to kill both of them if he failed to ambush Zhou Jiping.
Seeing a tribal warrior wake up, Pierre couldn't lurk on him anymore, and the people in front had been walking for a while. According to the normal distance between their groups, there shouldn't be anyone behind.
Thinking of this, Pierre climbed up and warned the tribe that was about to move, and then calmly came to the river to purify it.
After drinking the water, Pierre made another pot and prepared to intimidate the two tribal warriors on the road. Then he was ready to go on the road. At this moment, he saw six people who had just passed,
Divided into two groups and quickly sneaked back to see their vigilant posture. Pierre knew he was in trouble.
He quickly lay down to the ground, loading the bullets to prepare for battle, and on the other hand, he was puzzled in his heart, where he had exposed the stuffing, and would be discovered by the other party? Seeing the six people in the other party's movements are quick, accurate, and tacit cooperation,
El knew that these people were well-trained and they were covering each other, echoing, constantly approaching in their own direction.
Should I fight or leave? Pierre hesitated for a moment, but when hesitated, a sound of a broken branch came from the direction behind him. Oh no!
Before Pierre could turn around, a stern French shout rang out more than ten meters behind him: "Don't move, be honest!"
Pierre felt a chill and said: After all, he was probably not in line with the African soil, otherwise he would be considered a professional killer in Europe at least. Why did he conceal the ship once he got here?
It was Dagas who forced Pierre with a gun and he sneaked all the way to Pierre, lurking fifty or sixty meters away from Pierre, waiting for his subordinates to appear from across the river.
Then he took advantage of Pierre's opportunity to distract himself and attacked quickly and captured Pierre
"Can you understand French? Oh?" Dagas sighed with a smile, and then continued to approach, saying in French: "Listen to my command, gently put the gun down, and then stretched his hands forward with both hands straightened forward.
...Don't turn around... Swipe your hands slowly to both sides, stretch them out... spread your legs apart... and then separate... Don't be clever! If you move around, my fingers will become nervous!
"While commanding, Dagas nervously pointed the gun at the strange gunman
If you can understand French, you must not be a native. At least you are from the upper class in northern Montaya. Could it be that Makunda sent? And judging from the other party's reaction and quality, you are obviously an extraordinary gunman. If not
His subordinates came up from the north, and Dagas himself dared not approach him.
Under Dagas' command, Pierre was forced to put on a "big" shape. This posture is not to mention a counterattack, but it is difficult for him to even turn around and he can't help but complain secretly. The other party is obviously an expert in this field.
I can't find any chance. It seems that I'm really going to die in this barbaric continent.
At this time, Dagas's six subordinates also returned, and now Pierre has no chance.
A gun barrel that was slightly hot from the sun was pressed against Pierre's temple, and then someone pulled his sniper rifle away quickly. A excited voice said: "Hi, it's French goods, pm!"
"Stop talking nonsense, search his body and see if there is any certificate. This is a big fish!" Dagas ordered seriously, and then he scolded angrily: "What are you doing?
It was passed by someone's gun. If he had just shot, I'm afraid none of you would survive!"
At this moment, the others stopped talking. They pressed Pierre's head with guns, and then searched Pierre's things, looking through them one by one, while Dagas stole Pierre's eyes.
I took the kettle and sat aside to enjoy his nectar.
"Col. This guy has no certificate at all, but looking at his equipment, he should be a sniper." A subordinate came up and reported carefully.
"Of course he is a sniper, and he is an excellent sniper!" Dagas swallowed his mouth and said, "If he had just fired, he could kill at least four of you in one round!"
Dagas' tone was as stern as ever, but his subordinates were all speechless. If it weren't for Dagas, they wouldn't know anything that had ever walked under the gunman's gun as a long-term wanderer.
For special forces on the edge of life and death, they have a sense of guilt for those who point out their tactical problems, which is also the basic quality for them to survive.
"Oh!" Looking at his subordinates' head lowered and his mind drooped, Dagas couldn't bear to say that anything else was his subordinates who had been with him for many years. Whether it was his comrades, his commander and them, they were like this.
The relationship between support and dependence failed this time, and the subordinates he trained for many years were almost dead. These six people were his last support.
"Be careful next time, don't let me see your corpse!" Dagas was still stern, but the change in the middle made his six subordinates hear a little care and a superficial rebuke.
, but secretly he was caring for him, and his six subordinates were speechless