The Brikama Lurker Base has been repaired after working overtime, and mercenaries have moved in. However, many of the facilities to be added are not yet complete, and it can only be used as a place to rest and sleep for the time being.

The base is built on a mountain, surrounded by green hills on three sides, leaving only an exit to the south. It is a typical place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If all the settings are fully configured in place, the base will be as solid as a Tietong, no matter you

No matter whether it's flying in the sky or running on the ground, it can't get in.

Since Zhao Ziyang was asleep yesterday, a feast to welcome him is held today. This feast was proposed by Yahya. He has to thank the lurkers for training hundreds of personal guards for him. With these guards, his personal safety will be improved.

Maximum guarantee.

Of course, the biggest credit here belongs to Karen. After accepting the bribe of a large amount of jewelry from the gun ghost, Karen became more and more attracted to the lurker, and often helped the lurker speak in Yahya's bed. But after all, the lurker's ability is also limited.

Here, the personal bodyguards they trained for Yahya are very strong and can easily defeat the original Marines in single combat.

Yahya is happy, Karen is happy, everyone is happy, including Mekal.

The feast was held at a newly built military base. As the president of a country, Yahya was naturally inconvenient to come, so Mekal came to accompany him.

Mekal brought a lot of wine and meat to the lurkers according to Yahya's wishes. In addition to these, he also brought beauties of various skin colors for the mercenaries to enjoy.

The base was brightly lit, and everyone was happily biting camel meat and drinking red wine. They held the beautiful girl in their arms, took a sip of wine, kissed the girl's red mouth, or simply kissed the girl.

Hold it on your lap and start stroking it up and down.

Women, wine, these are the things that can help mercenaries relax themselves to the greatest extent.

"Mekal, why don't you let your soldiers party together?" Zhao Ziyang, holding a glass of red wine, asked Mekal with a smile.

"Mr. Special Forces, today is your feast. What we have to do is to ensure your safety and let you have more fun, hahaha..." Mekal laughed loudly, raised his cup and touched it with Zhao Ziyang, and put

Downed the red wine in one gulp.

Mekal's Marines spread out to complete the garrison of the entire station, replacing the Lurker's sentries, allowing the sentries to go in and revel.

Zhao Ziyang, who was holding the red wine in his hand, smiled, shook the red wine in his hand, and looked at the red wine in the goblet, which was as red as blood.

"Mekal, what does the red wine in my hand look like to you?" Zhao Ziyang asked, turning to look at his soldiers and asking Demekal.

When asked, Mekal looked at Zhao Ziyang's cup, smiled and said, "Blood, blood as red as blood."

"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang put the red wine cup between the two people's eyes with a smile, continued to shake it, and said to himself: "Actually, what soldiers need most is not strong wine, but this kind of red wine, because it is more like blood.

"

"Hey, actually I think so too." There was a glint in Mekal's eyes, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty on his face.

The mercenaries were still reveling in the carnival, and Mekal's soldiers were still standing guard for the lurkers. This was a good intention, and Zhao Ziyang would never refuse it. Although this good intention contained a strong murderous intention, Zhao Ziyang really couldn't see it.

Do this little trick.

The Gambia, which has just stabilized its civil strife, is undergoing a large-scale blood change. Now it is first strengthening local control, and gradually it will be carried out to the top management of the capital, Banjul.

In this turmoil, Mekal will naturally become the target of criticism. His command errors and willfulness have put the Gambia government forces in danger. Perhaps these accusations are weak, but Yahya's attitude towards him is

Let him smell something.

My cousin is not easy to do politically, at least Mekal and Yahya are slowly drifting apart, replaced by another force.

Perhaps his position as commander of the Marine Corps will be lost in the near future, and he will become deputy secretary of defense or some other position that has been promoted and demoted. Mekal is not willing to accept it. He has to work hard to keep his position, and keeping his position requires a lot of effort.

What you do is build meritorious deeds.

This meritorious service is that of a lurker. He has to help Yahya get rid of his dependence on the lurker. Only in this way can he gain trust and grasp his rights again.

"In this world where the weak eat the strong, if you don't let others bleed, then the one who bleeds will definitely be you." Zhao Ziyang poured out the red wine bit by bit and stared at the blood-like wine flowing between the two of them, as if he was on his own.

He said to himself: "The only way to prevent yourself from bleeding is to stand at the highest point, at the pinnacle of power."

Hearing this sentence, Mekal's eyes twitched fiercely, and he heard a different flavor from this sentence.

"What do you mean by special forces?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile, a bright light shining in his eyes.

"Force! Only force is the fundamental solution to everything. I think General Mekal should understand, hahaha..."

"Yes, it's force. Mr. Special Forces and I agree on this point." Mekal nodded, watching the glass of red wine being poured down to the last drop.

Some words don’t need to be said clearly, just point them out. Zhao Ziyang doesn’t understand politics, but he understands people’s hearts and knows that no one is willing to be stepped on by others. Mekal wants to protect his rights, it’s nothing more than the kind of thing that everyone wants to do.

The desire to exist, he just helped Mekal amplify this desire and gave Mekal a new pursuit.

Mekal has this kind of pursuit, but he just suffers from the lack of strong force to help him. If given the opportunity, he will not hesitate to realize this greater desire, which is more appropriately called ambition.

"Then what should we do?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang, playing with his wine glass with his right hand.

"It all depends on people." Zhao Ziyang chuckled, approached Mekal and said to him: "You should bring more soldiers than these, right? Your purpose of coming is not that simple, right?"

These words made Mekal reveal a strong murderous aura that could not be concealed at all. Yes, he brought more people than these. His idea was to catch all the lurkers at this time, but...

"I can tell you, if the glass in your hand falls on the ground, I'm sure your head will explode, just like the red wine on the ground."

Mekal's body trembled, and the murderous aura completely emerged.

"Look." Zhao Ziyang pointed to the soldiers brought by Mekal.

Following the direction of Zhao Ziyang's finger, Mekal clearly saw that some of the soldiers he brought were being held at gunpoint, and some were holding guns at his comrades. When he saw this, his body shook again, and the cup in his right hand

Fall towards the ground.

Feeling the cup in his hand fall, Mekal's heart palpitated. However, a hand quickly grabbed the cup and stuffed it into his hand.

"General Mekal, hold the cup securely." Zhao Ziyang had a smile on his face, and there was nothing wrong with him.

"Haha, thank you Mr. Special Forces." Mekal smiled stiffly.

At this time, the gap between him and the battlefield is very big. Perhaps when an excellent soldier enters political competition, he will lose part of his specific personality.

"General Mekal is too polite. In fact, I prefer to deal with real soldiers, and I hope that real soldiers will have the best future. Do you understand?"

The light words made Mekal suddenly feel a strange feeling, as if the teacher was teaching him a lesson, which gave him a warm feeling in his heart.

"What do you mean?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang stood up and burst into laughter, patted Mekal on the shoulder and said: "I admire General Mekal's daring style. I think if The Gambia is under the leadership of General Mekal,

It will definitely lead to glory."

Zhao Ziyang's words made it very clear that he would support Mekal to take office and become the president of The Gambia.

"No, no, no, you can't say such nonsense." Mekal looked around and nervously whispered to Zhao Ziyang: "This is betrayal!"

"Betrayal?" Zhao Ziyang repeated these two words curiously and said with disdain: "History is always written by the victors, betrayal is just the definition given by the victors to the losers."

Mekal's face changed color back and forth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe Mekal himself didn't know what he was thinking, but Zhao Ziyang knew that he had successfully watered the seeds of Mekal's ambition. At this time, this ambition seed was spreading and growing crazily.

Ambition, once it takes root, will be unstoppable.

"I will help you." Zhao Ziyang spat out these words, turned around and walked towards the carnival group of mercenaries, cheering together with the mercenaries.

As Zhao Ziyang entered the mercenaries, Mekal's soldiers returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened, it was just a joke.

But Mekal already knew that he had to cooperate with Zhao Ziyang, because some of these soldiers were already willing to listen to the call of the lurker and forgot who they should be loyal to.

He had been very careful not to bring the newly recruited soldiers or the soldiers of the Foreign Legion with him, but he did not expect that his soldiers were still bribed and infiltrated.

Money, everything is the word money.

The purpose of being a soldier in The Gambia is to earn a living and make money to support your family. When the gunman launched a money offensive against Karen, the foreign corps training with the Gambian Marine Corps was also mobilizing the Marines' desire for money.

desire.

At first, Mekal agreed with the Foreign Legion to take the Marines to train together, but he did not expect that the infiltration would start from here. The soldiers' desire for money expanded, and after receiving promises and money, it was normal for them to rebel.

Perhaps it is a pleasure to cooperate with lurkers, unlike the forces behind you, which have never opposed your actions.

"Will you help me?" Mekal repeated this sentence in a low voice, with a smile on his face, but this smile was extremely cold.

He understood very well what it would mean for Zhao Ziyang to help him. If he succeeded, he would have to give the lurker enough authority; if he failed, he would be a pile of corpses that no dog would even look at, and everything would be up to him.

The feast of cheers was still going on, and the mercenaries were enjoying themselves in the ocean of wine and beautiful women. Some grabbed red wine and sprinkled it on themselves, and some directly put the women around them on their shoulders and looked for a room to vent their primitive emotions.

There is a saying called carpe diem, which refers to such people.

Looking at the crazy side of the mercenaries, Zhao Ziyang suddenly felt that something was missing. Yes, Omo, this kind of scene would be pale without Omo. If he were here, he would definitely soak himself in a wine barrel, and then carry him savagely

Walking with two women.

It's just that from now on, Omo will only be a useless person, and he will never be able to go to the battlefield again.
Chapter completed!