Donkey was from the Airforce ground control group, he could easily grasp how to use these things, and provide us with more effective support."

Mountain Eagle looked ahead, then smiled and said, "We're almost there. It's a great chance for us to get to know each other."

Sealion come upstairs with me, Donkey stay behind to protect Daria, and familiarize yourself with the new equipment..."

Daria glanced down at the tactical computer in her hand, on which a vehicle marked with a red square kept following them...

She said a little worriedly, "Boss, is it really necessary?

Do we have to do it at this time?"

Mountain Eagle picked up the suit jacket from her lap and smiled as he said, "You don't understand, it's precisely at times like these that it's best to do something outlandish.

Because the script is set by the other side, no matter what outrageous things I do now, they have to cover for me.

Because they don't want to give me an excuse to avoid the fight, least of all create more trouble by prolonging things."

With that, Mountain Eagle got out of the Maybach when it stopped in front of an apartment building, wearing his suit to slightly conceal the gun at his waist...

Seeing the following vehicle, he waved at the driver inside, grinned, turned to look at Daria in the car, and said, "Just sitting around waiting isn't my style...

Danet is just the beginning; we have more exciting tasks to complete within the next 5 hours.

Trust me, the more we do in the limited time we have now, the more painful it will be for our enemies."

Understanding this, Daria nodded helplessly and said, "I may not understand, but the boss is always right..."

...

On a farm outside Phoenix, Arizona...

Blood Fox lands in a helicopter on the farm's grass, and soon Butcher leads his men rushed out of the farmhouse and boarded the helicopter.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Blood Fox watches Butcher and two other Russian big men board the helicopter, nodding slightly and saying, "The plan has changed, Mountain Eagle is in trouble, he needs some help."

Without expression, Butcher nods, turns to a tall white man nearly two meters tall who is forced to sit curled up, and says, "Tank, we're going to risk our lives!

Didn't you want to raise funds for your wife's surgery, here's your chance..."

Tank's gaze is a bit dazed; he looks at Butcher, silently nods, and gruffly says, "Three hundred thousand, all I need is three hundred thousand, I don't care about my life..."

In the back seat of the plane, a middle-aged Mongolian man pushes Tank's head forcefully, scolding, "Idiot, Pigeon's daughter's heart disease is cured, which means the boss is generous.

You need to be serious, maybe then the boss is willing to pay for your surgery and help you get the shrapnel out of your brain.

If you die, even if your damn Udong wife is saved, can she live long?"

Tank clearly has some issues in thinking; he struggles with complex things...

He clutches his head, growling in pain, and says, "I don't know, I want my wife to live, I don't care what happens to me...

I want my wife to live, I don't care what happens to me..."

Blood Fox orders the pilot to take off, then turns to the Mongolian middle-aged man and shouts, "Sled, shut up...

Tank will be fine, you don't need to fucking remind me all the time!"

The Mongolian middle-aged man, codenamed Sled, hears this, rubs his red nose hard, takes out a small flask from his waist, takes a sip, then licks the coarse scar ripping from the right corner of his mouth to his cheek, murmuring, "The KGB are all cold-blooded bastards...

I'm not reminding you, I'm warning you..."

As Sled speaks, a natural chill emanates from him; Pirate, sitting beside him and also well-experienced, still can't help but move to the side when he sees Sled's gloomy eyes...

"Fuck you, freak, you should've died in Groniz back then!"

Sled hears this, grins showing his yellow teeth, and says, "I think Groniz is great, I like it there!

If I'm a freak, what are you deserters?"

Beside him, Pirate complains to Butcher, "I said we should have found Crow and Executioner to help, not this guy...

He's a psychotic maniac!"

Butcher, arms folded, looks at the pitch-black night sky outside, shakes his head, and says, "Crow and Executioner have found good jobs in New York, they don't need us to help them find work.

Tank and this guy can't do it, without work they'll live a few more years at most!

Our battalion has few left alive, even if they want to die, we should help them find chances to die more worthwhile."

With this, Butcher glances at Sled, washed clean yet continuously emanating a sour rot smell...

"My boss is a dreamer, he will lead us to dream together; dying in the dream is better than being abandoned and rotting in the trash!"

Sled licks the scar on his mouth, speaking hoarsely, "That depends on what kind of dream?

I like nightmares; only in those dreams do I feel at ease!"

The smallest sniper, Pigeon, nudges Pirate as he keeps leaning toward him, glaring at Sled displeased, "You fucker, you have nightmares every day when you're alone, isn't that enough?

War turned you into this ghost, find a cure in war!

Don't act like a madman freak, our boss doesn't like those kind of people..."

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