"What do those idiots think?! Blockade of the coastline?! And let's go to Zuwara?! Do these idiots think we're in full control of here?! "In the Gobi, in the middle of the yellow sand, in a pickup truck painted with desert camouflage, sat two bearded men wearing the wide robes common in the Zuwara neighborhood, and their faces were extremely ugly.

The man in the driver's seat couldn't see his face clearly. What is more remarkable is his eyes as gray as a dead fish. It made his whole person look lifeless. When his gaze swept over, ordinary people couldn't help but shudder.

And the man next to him is much better, and if you throw him into the crowd of this Middle Eastern land, you won't even notice such a person. His robes were slightly worn and covered with wind and sand. His beard was drooping, and the turban on his head was slightly messy.

The whole person looks a little thin, like a person who has lived in this Gobi Desert for a long time. More than 95 per cent of Libya is desert and semi-desert. Most of the area is a low plateau with an average altitude of 500 meters, divided by wide lowlands. There are narrow plains along the northern coast.

Deserts and semi-deserts account for more than 90% of the total area; gravel desert and stony desert in the northwest and south; The rest is desert with oases in between. So, to hide yourself in this land, you have to make yourself look like someone who has lived in the desert for a long time.

"Wildcat, I don't know why someone with such obvious features as you was sent on this mission. I don't want to know why the hell you're here. I just want to tell you what our mission is and what we are going to do. ”

The man, who looked like he had melted into the desert, lowered his head and whispered, "We have to do something." The purpose of the mission is to take out that damn force. Those of the cowboys, the actions have been exposed. Now we can't feel the movement of the other side, as you said, this is not an area of full control over us. ”

"It's been a lot of work to be able to find them here. And to intercept and block them, I know it's very difficult to do. The man bowed his head and said, "But we have to do it." They are professionals, and so are we. Block them up, and leave the rest to the cowboys and pirates. ”

A sneer tugged at the corner of the dead-eyed man called Wildcat, "Plumber, I don't think it's that simple. If you find someone else, you can do it?! Last time, they all did well, and the cowboy went first. The result? These cowboys, who claim to be omnipotent, were directly beaten back. And what about the pirates? A few large fireworks were set off on the periphery, and they also ran away. Even if we find traces of them this time, we can guarantee to kill them?! To be honest, I don't think so. ”

"The company only does the company's business, and the gunmen do the gunman's business. They can't do it, what does it matter to us?! The man, known as the plumber, turned his head and looked at the wildcat and said, "You used to take a different path than I did, and I was mainly in charge of the field. If it were all like you, I would have died 100,000 times. I want you to remember that the way you do things in the field is completely different from yours. I know that cowboys and pirates may have quite a few of your colleagues, but in any case we are only responsible for our own mission. ”

The wildcat had no expression on his face, just gently twisted the car keys. But I heard the car howl like an old donkey, and the whole car shook and started: "I'm only in my own business anyway." Your business, you take care of it. You also said that you are in the field. ”

After saying that, the car suddenly let out a trembling roar. Then it galloped in the yellow sand and drove into the distance......

Robben is annoyed right now, very annoyed. Ever since he took on this task, his irritability has not left. Damn corporations, damn cowboys, these idiots can't gather intelligence and mess things up. Those damn jackals, like their names, disappear without a trace as soon as they are in danger.

In all fairness, if it had been Robben who had been angry complaining about these goddamn fools. It's a pity that even Robben's immediate boss can only swallow these things. This made Robben feel a little strange.

The Gold Team has never been a fixed team of pirates. It is a combat team formed by several detachments on a temporary basis according to the needs of the mission. If the situation is based on the past, the gold team only needs to complete the combat mission. The rest of the intelligence, cover, evacuation...... Don't worry about it at all.

But this time, they had the most troublesome situation. Intelligence was missing, and the only chance to attack was consumed. Robben and the others even arrived, and they could only watch the Cowboys' gang carry out some artillery kills on the target from a distance, and then evacuated.

This made Robben very unhappy. According to his way of doing things, once the offensive begins, there are only two outcomes: annihilation or annihilation. If the task fails, someone else will continue the task. Success, no matter what the cost, is worth it.

Obviously, the cowboy people don't think so. The difference in the way of doing things on both sides makes them incompatible.

"Those idiots want us to block the coastline?! Are they in the water?! Where am I going to get a fleet to block the coastline ?! They might as well ask the old men of the building to transfer a division for them and start planning directly! ”

Robben was surrounded by more than 20 people, and this was the combat detachment he brought over this time. They're basically in a state of following the traces now. Those damn jackals are experienced and incredibly cunning. Their traces are clean, and they are able to leave a lot of camouflage marks.

Without much time to tell between the two, they can only spread out and track the trails left by the jackals. At the same time, they are looking for opportunities and waiting for the company's people to pass on the latest information to them. However, the few pieces of information that came back from the company after that attack were wrong.

Once traced to the past, it was found that it was just a damaged chip. Scattered among the sand dunes, detected by the probe. Zero once, a similar convoy was tracked. But it soon became clear that it was just a convoy belonging to an arms dealer. The two sides almost fought.

Robben did not identify himself, but wisely chose to evacuate. His purpose in front of him is to carry out a mission, not to fight with people casually. The other party obviously didn't have a conflict with them, and left on their own after watching them evacuate.

"Walk along the coastline and spread out in groups of three!" Robben looked at the map and exhaled deeply: "If you find traces, don't easily keep monitoring and contact the headquarters at the same time!" Tell those damn cowboys that there's only so much we can do! ”