Battlefield Contract Worker

In the command room where the lights were shaking, Commander Marsal was dizzy, and the constant gunfire and gunfire outside made him feel like he was about to collapse. But he couldn't fall, because behind him was the whole tribe.

It wasn't that long ago that he was the country's No. 2 until the president dismissed him from all positions, which led directly to the war. This **** bastard, what does he think of himself, a rag that can be thrown away after use? He didn't even think about it, behind him was the second largest tribe in South Sudan. How could he cover the sky with one hand!

Marsal stared angrily at the map in front of him and slammed his fist on the table. "We're going to make this **** pay!"

"Yes, Your Excellency, now all our people in the military have entered a state of combat, and they can fight to the death with those Dinka **** at any time!" a young officer shouted loudly.

"But they are now outnumbered and better armed than us." Another officer whispered. "And the blue helmets of the peacekeepers are a bit in the way."

"Forget it, don't touch those blue helmets. Behind them are some big European and American powers. Damn, now is not the time for us to make enemies everywhere. If we want to win this war, we have to find more friends, and It's not to provoke more enemies." Marsal shook his head.

He never liked to wear military uniforms, but now he has to wear a camouflage uniform. Because he had to be tougher in order to lead his brethren. The brothers don't want to see a softie in a suit who can only play tricks, they want to see a real Nuer pure man.

But discussing the military, Marsar is obviously not good at these things. The officers were already making his head hurt a little bit.

He waved his hands under his hands and said, "Okay, you can decide about the battle. I have to go to rest, and tomorrow I have to meet some important people, I hope they can help us. I There is only one requirement, we must teach that stupid president a lesson and let him know how good we are."

"Don't worry, General, we will completely eliminate them." The officers roared excitedly.

Accompanied by several guards, Marsal turned and walked out of the room. It was only when he returned to his makeshift office that he seemed to collapse and sit down. He's been in a difficult situation lately. As armed conflict intensifies, it is increasingly likely that the conflict will expand into a war. To win this war, Marsal felt that he didn't have enough cards in his hand.

Although the Russians sent a representative, they still refused to express their support. Instead, they have to help them search for a Russian agent? And heck, Marsal found himself unable to turn down the Russians.

They have made it clear that as long as they find the whereabouts of the agent, the Russians will conditionally give them assistance in the arms supply. Looking at this is a good deal.

Marsal lowered his head in thought, but when his eyes saw the arrows drawn by various red and blue pencils on the map, he became irritated again. He admitted that he was not a material capable of fighting, and he had no idea whether the war could be won.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Marsal turned his eyes away and replied casually, "Come in."

He originally thought it was an officer under his own who came to report to him on the battle situation. But when the door opened, a heavily armed Asian man entered. Marcel shivered with fright, he hurriedly opened the drawer and went to get the self-defense pistol in the drawer. But he found that his movements were a little stiff and slow. Before he could draw his gun, the Asian man was already sitting in a chair beside him.

This young Asian is naturally Lin Rui. He looked at Marsal and smiled, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Marsal."

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Marsal shouted, "Guards!"

"You'd better stop shouting, no one will come in. Because we have very important things to talk about, you wouldn't think it would be a good idea to have someone by your side during this kind of conversation." Lin Rui shrugged. "Rest assured, we're not President Jill's people."

"Then who are you?" Marsal held a pistol in the drawer and looked at Lin Rui nervously, "What do you want to do here?"

"We are businessmen." Lin Rui walked over and put a business card in his hand on Marsal's desk.

Marsal glanced slightly, and his face suddenly changed, "Are you from the Black Island Military Company?"

"Yes. This has our business contact number, email address, and Internet site." Lin Rui shrugged, "You should have heard of us, we are a group of people who specialize in solving problems for customers, especially you. Customers. Of course most of the time, our customers are satisfied.”

"What do you mean, who asked you to come, I haven't contacted you, and there's no need to ask for mercenaries." Marsal looked at Lin Rui and said.

"We are employed by a powerful agency in a country to perform a mission. But we think we can make a deal with you." Lin Rui looked at Marsal and said.

"You were hired by the Americans, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Well, I didn't guess wrong at all. Those **** **** have connections to the Yankees. Did they kill me for you, then come on, I'll let it go Even if you die, you have to tell them one thing, where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and the Nuer people can’t be killed.” Marsar said righteously.

"Okay, well said, but I noticed that you didn't stand up. Usually when you talk about impassioned speech, don't you stand up and make a gesture or something? Maybe your legs are shaking so much that you don't want to I can see it. Maybe you think the pistol in the drawer is too heavy to lift. That's why you stay seated. Trust me, it's good, at least it's good for all of us." Lin Rui shook his head and said. "Because there are several guns aimed at you right outside the window. So stay in this position and listen to me."

Marsaldao's face became ugly, he stared at Lin Ruidao, "What are you doing?"

"We need your help, and we won't let you help in vain." Lin Rui shrugged. "As a reward, we'll help you too. Let you have the best advantage in this battle. What do you think?"

"Help?" Marsal looked at Lin Rui hesitantly, and then hesitantly said, "What do you need me to do?"