Outside bagil.


    Looking at the gunfire in the city, Aziz was obviously a little confused.


    "What''s the matter?" he sternly questioned his confidants.


    The confidant quickly picked up the walkie talkie and Barbara roared at the microphone.


    Soon, the tribal militia answered, "those people have run away. There are ghosts in our team who have killed many of us. Now we are searching for them in the city. Some people say that they appear in the old school. We are organizing personnel to surround them!"


    "Leader, our people were attacked and the people of country Z ran away." confidants reported the emergency to Aziz.


    He grabbed the walkie talkie from his confidant, and roared like a mad dog, "how''s our loss?"


    "Five pickup trucks were blown up and more than 70 people died..."


    "What!?" Aziz''s eyes were about to fall to the ground. "Are you pigs? Even if you are pigs, you can''t kill them one by one!"


    "They have spies sneaking into our team and launching attacks from behind us. We are not prepared at all..."


    "Damn it! I said, don''t disturb them! Don''t have a direct exchange of fire with them! These people are not as easy to deal with as the government army!" Aziz was furious: "don''t start now, surround first and wait for me to come back!"


    After cutting off the call, Aziz turned to kosayev and said, "things have gone beyond the scope of the previous agreement!"


    He picked up his backpack on the ground and threw it at kosayev''s feet: "we have lost too many people. This money is not enough!"


    Kosayev''s face changed and reminded him, "we have had an agreement before. If something goes wrong, you are incompetent."


    "Don''t talk nonsense to me! This is my territory, and what I say is what!" Aziz is in a very bad mood. You know, at this time of war, weapons, equipment and combatants are the most precious wealth. Two million dollars seemed very rich before, but now so many people and so many pickups have been lost, I''m afraid it''s not rich to put this money in your pocket.


    "Aziz, what do you want?" kosayev said: "if you add money, I still have 500000 US dollars in cash on my car. No more, and I''ll give you 2.5 million at most."


    "2.5 million? You''re sending beggars away!?" Aziz disdained: "my people were blown up five pickups, just fired a poison thorn, and more than 70 people died. These are all money! Understand?! these are all money! Take your 2.5 million and go away! I have to pay so much for this money and offend my friends. Aziz is not so stupid."


    "I think..." kosayev shrugged, suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired two shots at Aziz.


    Bang Bang——


    Aziz could not have expected kosayev to suddenly shoot himself.


    Before he could hum, he fell down like a sack.


    Almost at the same time that kosayev opened fire, all the Black Sun mercenaries immediately raised their guns and fired at the tribal militia next to the two pickup trucks opposite.


    After a burst of pea like gunfire, everything was quiet.


    The bodies of the militia are all around the pickup truck. In front of these black sun mercenaries who have been on the battlefield and trained by regular special forces, the militia is obviously vulnerable.


    In the end, there was another man who didn''t die.


    Yes, it''s Aziz''s right hand, the confidant who just asked about his subordinates in the city.


    Kosayev put the pistol back into the gun bag, took out a pad from the pocket of the tactical vest, took out an electronic pen and clicked it.


    Then he looked up at Aziz''s confidant standing trembling in front of him.


    "Suleiman, your name is Suleiman?"


    As he spoke, he walked up to Suleiman and patted each other on the shoulder.


    Suleiman nodded hard. His eyes fell on each other''s pad screen and seemed to see his head.


    Oh, my God!


    Who are these sacred! I can even find my own information.


    "Are you the deputy leader of the militia in Bajil city?" kosayev said flatly: "that''s the second leader? Except..."


    He turned back and pointed to Aziz''s body, which was about to cool underground.


    "Besides him, you lead the organization?"


    "Yes... So..." Suleiman suddenly felt that the other party might not want to kill himself.


    "Do you know why I didn''t kill you?" kosayev asked.


    "You..." he licked his lips. "If you need my help, I''d be happy."


    Kosayev nodded with satisfaction: "it seems that you are a smart man who knows how to judge the situation, not like your boss."


    He turned around and winked at his men and made a gesture.


    A black sun mercenary returned to the car, took off another backpack, and then came over and handed it to kosayev.


    After taking the backpack, kosayev threw it at Suleiman''s feet like a pile of garbage: "I only have 2.5 million dollars here. If you are willing to help me, all the money belongs to you. As for how you use it, I won''t ask."


    "Good... Good..." Suleiman''s eyes showed greed. Maybe... This is really a good opportunity. After all, with Aziz pressing on his head, he will never be the boss, and this may be a real opportunity.


    "What do you want me to do?" he asked.


    "How did you tell your men about it and how Aziz died?" kosayev asked.


    Suleiman didn''t even think about it: "he was killed by those who came to meet the mercenaries in the city."


    "So, where''s the man who killed your boss?" kosayev continued.


    Suleiman replied without hesitation: "they were killed by you! We were attacked outside the city. You saved me. I will tell my men that it is a fact and tell them that the other party killed our leader. We need revenge..."


    "Enough, enough..." kosayev was very satisfied with Suleiman''s script, smiled and stretched out his hand: "happy cooperation!"


    "Happy cooperation!" Suleiman also stretched out his hand and shook kosayev''s hand, with a smile on his face. Two and a half million dollars. God, with this money, he can buy arms and expand his team, and he can enjoy it.


    People must be satisfied. He reminded himself that he must not oppose these people in front of him. Anyway, he just organized an attack, and he didn''t have to go out in person. He wasn''t the one who died.


    Whatever!


    He picked up two bags on the ground, threw them back into one of the pickup trucks and said to kosayev, "follow me. I''ll take you to find the people of Z. they are now on the back of the city and the old school is there."


    Kosayev returned to his Hummer and sat next to his men and asked, "boss, can this boy rest assured?"


    "Look at him. If there''s anything wrong, you know how to do it, don''t you?"


    "OK, give it to me." his men showed a gloomy smile and stepped on the gas. The Hummer rushed out and followed the pickup truck.