Buck didn't get up and squatted in the cold: "Twice the blue trash can at the intersection, get twenty pistols by yourself." From the time the two entered the first restaurant to have dinner, the guns were basically separated. Only when Gulisa walked for a while and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, Buck would keep up and then put it down. Slow is slower, but it is absolutely safe.

The most important point is that as such a coup, Buck does not believe that there is no cooperation from the locals. If that is the case, isn’t any local person more reliable than picking up goods by himself?

Basson turned his head and whispered to the people next to him. The three locals immediately rushed away. He squatted down and gave a thumbs up: "Professional! Let's go... go in and rest, and confirm how you will be doing tonight..."

Buck shook his head and pointed at the cigarette butt: "Focus on the key, say the key!"

The Frenchman was surprised at his attitude: "The key point? Oh, the key point is tonight..."

Buck interrupted: "Is this interesting scene interesting? If I came over with a gun and bullet honestly, what would be the result? I was shot and killed on the spot immediately, or was immediately caught in the military police for severe torture?"

Basson frowned and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Buck was lazy: "Come on, I searched me as soon as I came up. How could it be such a coincidence? You colluded with the military members to make trouble. Why should I bring me here from afar if you have such a man. Do you want me to take the blame? Or what?"

At this time, Buck was shocked. Yesterday, Michelle asked her and Gulisa to travel through the level and change hotel with two packs of communication equipment and laptops. This was basically a test, or it was more likely to be a psychological trick to relax her vigilance. Since she had brought a communicator once, she sent dozens of pistols to another place, but just changed the same task of the items. She probably wouldn't feel that it was surprising. If she was confused and really treated the woman standing in front of her as her own person who knew everything, maybe Basson would have stood by her body and cleaned up the endgame!

The Frenchman's face turned gloomy, but he didn't say anything. The gray eyes looked absolutely not charming at this moment, and it was a bit mysterious.

Buck slowly stood up against the wall, and reached out to support Gulisa's armpits, who had probably numb for a long time, but her eyes were fixed on Basson: "Is this interesting? Do you just want to trust me, or do you just want to push me into a pit and take the blame? Because I am a temporary worker?"

Basson still didn't say anything and stood up. The two men stood up straight and stood up less than a meter away, feeling like they were about to break out.

But the footsteps of the three locals coming back quickly broke the stalemate. They carried a black plastic bag full of joy and ran to Basson to pull the bag open: "Look! Gun!"

Once he had a gun, he had a bandit mentality in the world. But Basson glanced at him and raised his head: "Where is the magazine?"

Buck sighed in his heart that the other party was indeed capable and did not give him a chance to have a sudden attack. He did not suddenly feel confident of winning against this French mercenary: "The separation of guns and bullets is the basic principle of buying and selling guns. Don't you explain to me why?"

Basson paused for a few seconds and signaled the three of them to go back with no magazines. After making a five-finger split and tap, he spoke: "The Americans ask for repeated verification and confirmation of your identity. They think you may be Chinese... It is better not to ask some things so clearly. This is what mercenaries understand. Things at the national level are something we should not think about."

Buck is neither humble nor arrogant: "I didn't think, but I know I almost died here just now."

No one gave him any references to Basson, who was not wearing headphones. He looked up at the surroundings before speaking: "You are a good partner. You have been proof that I hope we have a good cooperation. I can guarantee that I will not allow such a thing to happen again!"

Buck only paused for two seconds as if he was judging the authenticity of this sentence. He immediately fell down and smiled bitterly and reached out to him: "Then I choose to trust you again!" It is impossible for a normal person to experience such an incident without a reaction. It is abnormal to keep silent. Moreover, Buck's purpose of temptation and understanding has basically achieved.

The Frenchman smiled and shook hands with Buck. Gulisa got a positive look and turned around and ran to the corner of the street... In fact, the magazine was in another trash can for sorting and recycling.

As expected, Buck no longer asked why the incident was. The three of them returned indoors and gave the final emergency training to the twenty or thirty locals gathered here in a closed basement.

It is really an emergency training, that is, a practical exercise in how to launch a surprise attack on military and police checkpoints, using three people as a group.

As the leader of Basson, Buck was a sparring player. Both of them were familiar with the NATO set and were both in Iraq. Afghanistan maintained the checkpoints and were familiar with the mentality of the defenders. They just discussed it temporarily in a low voice and then came up with two or three plans to pretend to check and hide the gun in their trouser legs or the back of the neck and suddenly attacked: "The key is to have a domino-like attack. Do you understand? Don't know what dominoes are?" Basson made a faint expression and signaled that Buck and him faced two local people in different positions. When he launched the attack, he deliberately made a difference in time. When Basson started first, he attracted the attention of others. Then Buck suddenly took action and easily handled the scene without pressure and attention. It was not what ordinary people thought that it must be launched at the same time, which was likely to cause the consequences of a hard fight in one-on-one area. The "revolutionaries" suddenly realized.

Buck finally added: "So don't get close to the level in groups, but from different directions, to create the feeling that you are not the same group, and it is easier to do it in turn..."

The Frenchman made a thumbs up to Buck again.

Just two hours later, the group left quietly with pistols and magazines.

Buck and Basson were sitting behind the high-end business residence in beach pants, basking in the sun by the swimming pool lawn facing the sea. Gulisa still wrapped herself tightly, served drinks and arranged ashtrays, and sat down under the shade of the flower bed a few meters away, holding her chin to continue to see the beautiful sea view. It seemed that only the wide and magnificent ocean was not as surging undercurrents in this city. Occasionally, she looked back to see the man talking here.

Basson finally gave a little whisper: "There must be some people in the military and police who agree with this behavior, but not all, so tonight, the country's first and second largest city will launch armed attacks at the same time. Judging from the final situation, this part of the military and police will announce the suppression of rebellion and control the regime in a chaotic situation. Our role is to let this attack and chaos develop in the established direction. Let's take a break. We should go out for a few hours!"

Buck pointed to the telescopic baton thrown on the table not far away: "Or depend on that?"

Basson smiled: "The police in this country have no guns, only soldiers have them. For us, it doesn't matter whether they have these weapons, right? The key is that we cannot leave a pretext for foreign intervention. We are just tourists... Law-abiding tourists, just protecting themselves occasionally. The bloody riots are caused by the locals themselves, and we only have the result."

Buck made a glass of glass with an understanding expression: "OK!"

But as soon as the two of them returned to the back of the beach chair, they heard a dull gunshot!

Then there were several consecutive sounds!

Two mercenaries who had been through the battlefield looked at each other, grabbed clothes quickly while saying: "The .45-caliber gunshots of 1911?!"

Depend on!

These eagerly attempted local rioters launched so quickly?
Chapter completed!