"So what do we do now?" the black man whispered.

"Wait, wait for their further actions. "At least so far, we're not sure if they're really trying to launch a hard-fought military operation." And let your people, no! plus those little local warlords, who have a lot of eyes and ears. I must keep an eye on those mercenaries of the Black Island Company and pay attention to their every move. I want to be the first to know all about them. ”

"I see, Captain. The black man nodded.

In the next few days, every business of the Black Island Company in Camp Marka was monitored by the Morning Star mercenaries and the local black militants. One message after another kept coming.

"Another group of mercenaries from the Black Island entered Malka's camp in the early hours of the morning, and the size was not much on the right of fifty people. ”

"At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, a group of Black Island mercenaries landed in the harbor from the waterway, three medium-sized armed ships. About a hundred people were transported, and there were also large quantities of weapons and equipment. ”

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, a local arms dealer entered the Black Island mercenary camp in Malka. Our men then tortured the arms dealer, who confessed to selling a batch of RPGs and a dozen armed pickups to the Black Isle mercenaries. And they may also have to purchase several recoilless guns. ”

The more Sean listened, the more ugly his face became, "Damn! Looks like these guys are going to fight us to the death." Why else would you buy so many weapons?" he paced a little anxiously, "how many of them are there now?"

"Half an hour ago, another group of people arrived, and with the previous ones, they are now at least three hundred people. In addition to the mysterious O2 team, it is said that there is also the African Youth Regiment, which rose to prominence during the Mavo War, and is also led by the Black Panthers themselves. Someone saw him. The black man replied cautiously.

"Black Panther, you mean Black Panther Guray," Sean said in surprise, "He's here too? Damn, he's the head of Black Island's African branch. If he had been directly involved in directing the operation, the pressure would have been even greater. Not to mention that there is also that mysterious O2 squad. Things don't seem to be good. ”

"But according to the information my people have received, the panther Guray is not yet the commander of this operation. This time he only participated in the battle as a combat officer of the rank. At least that's what the mercenaries said. The black man lowered his voice.

"Hmph, this must be a smokescreen. The Panther's Ghuray is the number one man in their African branch, and who else can command him? But this guy is really powerful, and he is extremely influential in African countries. Sean frowned.

"It's really not, I've heard that this time it's the top management of their Black Island Company who is directly in command. The black man said carefully.

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

"No, listening to what they say, it seems to be talking about a fat man. I didn't hear the specifics clearly, and our people didn't dare to get too close. The black man thought for a moment.

Sean's face was even more ugly this time, and he said with a headache, "They mean the dragon fat man?"

"Yes, yes, it seems to mean that the dragon fat man reads();. The black man nodded.

Sean was silent as he paced back and forth a few steps and whispered, "We're in big trouble this time." ”

"Trouble?" said the negro with a frown, "what trouble, haven't they already fallen for us? They are ready to storm Goat Rock, giving us the opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop." ”

"You know what a fart!" Sean paced anxiously, "I made this plan to trap the O2 team and let out a bad breath. But I didn't expect that the other party would make such a big move. A group of armed forces that can be called the most elite in the Black Island want to play against us. Or the dragon fat man personally commanded, this, our big trouble. ”

"And what about our previous plan to lure the enemy?" said the black man, frowning, "Isn't it of any use to them?"

"You use your brains, we are less than 200 people, laying traps and traps. A squad that is used against them may be able to get their hands on it. But this time it was different, this time it was the other party's three hundred elite troops. Five to six tactical squads, plus the scheming Dragon Fat Man. I had a bad feeling. Sean frowned and shook his head.

"What's so terrible about this? There are only three hundred of them at most, but we have a geographical advantage, and they don't suspect me yet. We can design them with disinformation, lead them into a corner, and completely suppress their numerical superiority. It's like shutting down the door and beating the dogs, letting them in first, and then surrounding them. The black man explained.

"You know what a!" Sean scolded, "If the other party is a dog, it's not bad to close the door and beat the dog." What if it was a beast that came in, would you dare to close the door? It would be nice if you could take the door and escape and save your life! More likely, you would be torn to pieces by the beast in the room. In this case, it will not be a matter of shutting down the door and beating the dog, but of luring the wolf into the house!

"Who is this dragon fat man, even the captain ...... you" The black man glanced at Sean and didn't say anything.

"You're trying to say 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 was this dead fat man who made Morningstar what it is now, more than a year, just over a year! He led a small shell company and trampled on Morningstar, which was once among the top five in the mercenary industry. Joe feared him only more than the silver wolf. Sean sighed.

"So what are we going to do? abandon this plan?" the black man whispered.

"No, this is the best chance to break them, but with our current capacity is not enough, we need more reinforcements. Sean slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice.

"More reinforcements? But there are so many of us here. Where to find reinforcements, those warlords are armed to deal with civilians, and for these experienced and murderous mercenaries, there is simply no combat power at all. But the appetite for the asking price is huge, and we definitely can't go to them. Besides, it is not unheard of for these warlords to be armed, and when they take money, their chests are banging, and when the gun goes off, they all scatter as birds and beasts. The black man said helplessly.

"Of course they can't be trusted, a bunch of wine bags and rice bags! The only ones who can really fight and be reliable at critical times can only be our own people. Sean thought for a moment.

"Then where else can we get the manpower?, or shall we inform Mr. Joe and let him bring in from outside?" said the black man helplessly.

"It's too late, and a massive movement of personnel will alert the other side. Sean frowned and thought for a while, "It's really not good, let's transfer the three squads stationed in the chaos camp back?"