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Chapter 666: Close the door and beat the dog

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    "Then what should we do now?" the black man whispered.

    "Wait and wait for their further actions." Sean said cautiously, "At least so far we are not sure whether they really want to launch a head-on military operation. Let your people, no! Go on!  In addition to the small local warlords, they have many eyes and ears. Make sure you keep an eye on those Black Island Company mercenaries and pay attention to their every move. I want to get all the news about them as soon as possible."

    "I understand, captain." The black man nodded.

    In the next few days, all the affairs of the Black Island Company in the Marka camp will be monitored by the Morning Star mercenaries and the local black militants.  News after news kept coming.

    "Another group of mercenaries from Black Island entered Malka's camp in the early morning. The size was not large, around fifty people."

    "At twelve o'clock at noon, a group of Black Island mercenaries landed at the port from the waterway. Three medium-sized armed ships transported about a hundred people and a large amount of weapons and equipment."

    "At four o'clock in the afternoon, a local arms dealer entered the Black Island mercenary camp in Marka. Our people then tortured the arms dealer, and he admitted that he sold a batch of RPG rocket launchers and a dozen armed pickup trucks to the Black Island Company  mercenaries. And they may also purchase a few recoilless rifles."

    Sean's expression became uglier as he listened, "Damn it! It seems that these guys are going to fight us to the death. Otherwise, why would they purchase so many weapons?" He paced anxiously, "How many of their numbers are there now?  "

    "Half an hour ago, another group of people arrived. Including the previous ones, they are now at least more than 300 people. In addition to the mysterious O2 team, it is said that there is also the African Youth League that emerged in the Mawo War, or  The Black Panther himself leads the pack. He's been seen," the negro replied cautiously.

    "Black Panther, you mean Black Panther Gulei?" Sean said in surprise, "He's here too? Damn it, he is the director of the African branch of Black Island Company. If he is directly involved in commanding this operation, our  The pressure is even greater. Not to mention the mysterious O2 team. The situation seems a bit bad."

    "But according to the intelligence my people have received, Black Panther Gulei is not the commander of this operation yet. He is only participating in the battle as a lower-level combatant this time. At least that's what the mercenaries said." The black man lowered his voice.

    "Hmph, this must be a smokescreen. Black Panther Gulei is their number one figure in the African branch. Who else can command him? But this guy is really powerful and extremely influential in African countries." Sean  Frowning.

    "It's not true. I heard that this time it was directly directed by the top management of their Black Island Company." The black man said cautiously.

    "Silver Wolf Michelle?!" Sean's expression suddenly changed.

    "No, listening to what they said, it seemed that they were talking about a fat man. I didn't hear the details clearly. Our people didn't dare to get too close." The black man thought for a while and said.

    Sean¡¯s face looked even worse this time. He had a headache and said, ¡°Are they talking about Fatty Long?¡±

    "Yes, yes, it seems to be Fatty Long." The black man nodded.

    Sean was silent, walked back and forth a few steps, and whispered, "We are in big trouble this time."

    "Trouble?" the black man frowned, "What trouble? Aren't they already fooled by us? They are preparing to attack Goat Rock, which just gives us the opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop."

    "You know what the heck!" Sean paced anxiously, "The plan was originally to trap the O2 team and make them angry. But I didn't expect that the other party would make such a big move.  This armed force, which can be said to be the most elite in Black Island, wants to compete with us. Fatty Long is still taking command personally. Now, we are in big trouble."

    "What about our previous plan to lure the enemy?" The black man frowned, "Is it useless to them?"

    "Use your brain. We have less than two hundred people here. We have laid traps and traps. A small team used to deal with them may be able to catch them. But this time is different. This time it is the opponent's three hundred elite troops. Five  To six tactical teams, plus the wily Fatty Long. I have a very bad feeling." Sean frowned and shook his head.

    "What's so scary about this? There are only three hundred of them at most, but we have a geographical advantage, and they haven't suspected me as an insider yet. We can completely design them with false intelligence, lead them into a desperate situation, and completely suppress their  Numerous advantage. It's like beating a dog behind closed doors, let them in first, and then surround them," the black man explained.

    "You know nothing!" Sean scolded, "If the other party is a dog, it's a good idea to close the door and beat the dog. But if a ferocious beast is let in, how dare you close the door?"??It would be great if you could escape through the door and save your life!  The greater possibility is that you will be torn to pieces by a beast in the room.  In this case, instead of closing the door and beating the dog, it becomes luring the wolf into the house!  Suicide!  "

    "So serious? Who is this Fatty Long? He actually did it to you, the captain" The black man glanced at Sean and stopped talking.

    "You want to say that I'm afraid of him too?" Sean said coldly.

    The black man seemed a little aggrieved and did not speak.

    "You're right. Not only am I afraid of him, but even Joe is afraid of him. It's this damn fat guy who made Morning Star Company what it is now. It took more than a year, just more than a year! He just  He led a small shell company and trampled our Morning Star, which was once among the top five in the mercenary industry, under his feet. Joe was only more afraid of him than the Silver Wolf." Sean sighed.

    "Then what should we do? Give up this plan?" the black man whispered.

    "No! This is the best opportunity to defeat them, but our current capabilities are not enough. We need more reinforcements." Sean slammed the table and shouted in a deep voice.

    "More reinforcements? But we only have so many people here. Where to find reinforcements? It's okay for those warlords to deal with civilians, but they have no fighting power against these experienced mercenaries who are killing people. But the price is  They have a huge appetite, so we definitely won¡¯t be able to find them. Besides, it¡¯s not unheard of for these warlords to beat their chests when they take money, and when the gun fires, they all scatter." The black man said helplessly.

    "Of course they are unreliable, they are a bunch of losers! They cannot fight, but they are also unreliable. The only ones who can really fight and be reliable at critical moments are our own people." Sean thought for a moment.

    "Then where else can we find manpower? Or we can notify Mr. Qiao and ask him to bring in people from outside?" the black man said helplessly.

    "It's too late, and large-scale personnel transfers will alert the other party." Sean frowned and thought for a while, "If it doesn't work, we can bring back the three teams stationed in the chaos camp?"

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