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In Tifariti, the headquarters of the six-nation anti-terrorism coalition force. The Red Baron checked the report sent by his subordinates, then raised his eyes and glanced at the armed leaders of the secret society under his subordinates.

When the little leaders of the secret society saw him, they couldn't help lowering their heads, for fear that his eyes would stay on their faces.

"This is what you've collected recently? It's all old fashioned, and there's no valuable information at all." The Red Baron shook his head.

"Recently, there is really not much movement in all aspects." One of the secret society leaders couldn't help but said, "Brothers have worked very hard.

We got information on Morocco's deployment, as well as the troop distribution of the Popular Front for Western Sahara. "

Hong Nanjue sneered, "It seems that you are very unconvinced.

So let me ask you, the intelligence of Hassan's troops, and the intelligence of those mercenaries, why not? Did they not find out, or did they not do anything at all? "

The head of the secret society lowered his head, "They are very strictly controlled, and their core team, we can't get in at all. We can only collect information through some surrounding areas.

It seems that they are mainly defensive at the moment, but we are still investigating their defensive deployment and related situations. "

"Is this difficult?" The Red Baron sneered, "I still sent someone to inquire, do I have to find such a traditional way?

Give the Six Nations headquarters a call under the name of detecting terrorist movements. Let them call U.S. military drones.

Within two hours, complete information on the deployment of enemy troops can be obtained. It's much more efficient than you spend half a month looking for someone to go there, all kinds of inquiries.

Do you still use me to remind you of these things? What the **** is your intelligence team doing?

If you really can't do this, it's better to go to the combat troops. However, I reckon that with an IQ like yours, you probably won't be able to survive for a few days in a combat unit. "

The head of the secret society could only lower his head.

"As early as half a month ago, I informed you that there will be a big operation next. I need you to collect all the information. But what exactly did you get?

Is it this rubbish? ! "The Red Baron sneered, "How dare you justify yourself with such a low efficiency?" "

"Don't dare." The leader of the secret society intelligence team lowered his head.

"I didn't take action before because I've been waiting for an opportunity. Do you really think that I'm just starting to slack off when I don't care about anything?" The Red Baron sank his face.

"Absolutely not. We have been investigating the information about the local armed forces in Western Sahara. I have submitted three relevant reports." The leader of the intelligence team whispered.

"What I want is valuable information. Not this kind of garbage." The Red Baron raised his hand and smashed the report in his face.

The little leader of the intelligence team did not dare to move.

Kagawa Kenichi came up and whispered, "Baron, our attack plan has been formulated. The current information is really of little value.

But this time, we completely avoided the control area of ​​those local armed forces.

Therefore, their information should not be of much value to our actions. "

"If that's not the case. Do you think I'd make such an understatement?" The Red Baron sneered, turning to look at the others, "I hope you all understand. This time, it will be our biggest action in Western Sahara.

If successful, it will turn the whole situation around in one fell swoop. So I can't tolerate any sloppiness.

The war is coming, and I hope everyone cheers me up. "

"Baron... Someone from the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance is here." A militant hurried in to report.

"People from the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance?" The Red Baron frowned, "What are they doing here? Who are they here?"

"It seems to be an Englishman, probably an adviser or something? I haven't seen it before, it's called Cloverkill. It's a British general." The militant said cautiously.

"British? That should be the members of the advisory team at the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance. When these people come here, they are nothing more than going through the motions.

Get someone to show him around and let him know that we're doing well here. Counter-terrorism operations are proceeding in an orderly manner. ' The Red Baron waved his hand.

"But this Englishman, he named him to see you." The militant looked embarrassed.

"He wants to see me?" The Red Baron was taken aback for a moment.

Not only was he stunned, but the leaders of several other secret societies were also stunned.

Because although the Red Baron is their actual commander, he will definitely not show up in his capacity. So nominally, this detachment is under the command of a colonel of the Orumi Federal Army.

Not to mention the people from the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance, even within the Oromi Federation Army, not many people know about the Red Baron.

How did the Englishman know?

The red baron's eyes flickered, "He made it clear that he wanted to see me?"

"Yes." The militant nodded. "He showed the relevant documents and then asked to see you. And he didn't bring a few people with him."

"Interesting. The members of the advisory group of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance actually know of my existence?" The Red Baron raised his eyebrows slightly, "How did he know about me?"

"Baron... That person is still waiting outside, you can find an excuse to send him away..." The militant whispered.

"No, bring him to meet me. I'd love to know who this man is." The Red Baron waved his hand. "My identity is highly classified and I want to know how this person knew about me."

"Yes, Baron." The militant nodded in relief, turned and walked out.

After a few minutes, a man in a camouflage combat uniform came in.

This man has gray hair~www.readwn.com~ has a straight stature and looks like a standard soldier. From the crown and stars on his epaulettes, this man is a British brigadier general.

"Commodore?" The Red Baron looked at him. "Who are you?"

"Introduce myself, my name is Cloverkill. When the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance was established, I was a member of the advisory group." The Englishman smiled. "He once served in the British Airborne Special Service and Special Support Group.

He is currently the head of the British Army's African base. "

"I don't remember we ever met. How did you know me?" The Red Baron looked at the Englishman.

"I think we've met, more than once. How else would I feel like I knew you?

Of course, there are more other ways of communication between us, for example, we have always had communication links. ' Cloverfire smiled.

"Are you kidding me? I thought the British were more rigid..." The Red Baron suddenly seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at the British carefully.