After the two sat down, Vasily called the waiter again and ordered three cold dishes and one hot dishes.

The management of the hotel is no longer possible. The speed of serving is not guaranteed. Cold dishes are semi-finished products. The speed of serving can be faster, so it is hard to say that the hot dishes are.

After ordering good dishes, Vasily said to Smolensky: "I want to run a Chinese restaurant. Smolensky, you are more familiar with Moscow, please help me find a suitable place."

"This matter is not difficult at all, it can be found in one or two days." Smolensky agreed.

"It's not that easy. I have specific requirements for the place. I can't be in a busy neighborhood. It must be a whole building, at least four floors, the first and second floors are used for hotel management, the third and above are used for living. There must be enough open space in front of the building to build a wall to enclose a yard of no less than 500 square meters."

As soon as he heard the request, Smolensky became a little difficult, and such a place was not easy to find.

"Mr. Babanov, I need more time."

"Understand, you can find it within 15 days. Do you know Yin Vankov?"

"Know."

Vasily told Smolensky the modified Copenhagen incident, "You go to see Yin Vankov on behalf of me. It is best to be able to live in peace, and it is okay if you can't."

"Okay, I'll ask him to meet."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, after Petrovsky arrived in Moscow with a team, he quickly touched the black market to get guns. Although the Soviet revisionist banned guns, the number of guns among the people was large. Now it is easier to get guns in Moscow than to get red sausages.

It was easy to get several AKS-74 (parallel type) and PM pistols, but they got stuck while making sniper rifles. They ran to several places and couldn't find the SVD. Finally, they got a 2B-V-10 from an old man who set up a stall. This made Petrovsky feel awe-inspiring and deeply moved.

In 1959, the 2B-V-10 designed by Konstantinov and the SV-58 designed by Dragorov competed at the tender meeting. In the end, Dragorov won the tender and became the standard weapon of the Soviet army, which is the famous SVD.

The 2B-V-10 has not been mass-produced. If you can hold such a weapon, it is probably related to the Weapon Design Bureau.

After finding all the weapons, Petrovsky led the team to the outside of Yin Vankov's villa for investigation, and then lurked in the forest next to the villa.

It is very difficult to tell the history of mercenaries. When humans were still living in tribes, they had already carried the meat grit and asked someone to help the boxing.

To talk about the more modern mercenaries, their history is also quite good, and it is difficult to trace back to the specific year of their beginnings. In short, there have always been a group of people who survive by fighting, both materially and spiritually in this world.

In today's world, Israel has the largest number of mercenaries, spread all over every corner of the world. Wherever there is war or wherever there are people asking for mercenaries, there are Israeli mercenaries.

Israel has been in a state of war for a long time, creating a group of the most lethal combatants. Since the Israeli economy has been shrinking since the 1980s, it has become a thing of the past for officers to transfer to the comfortable private manager class after they have been discharged from the army, and even generals often cannot find good jobs.

A group of soldiers who were about 40 years old retired, who had been accustomed to 20 years of extremely tense but powerful life, suddenly realized that they no longer had a public car, a driver, or even a phone, and they were inevitably a little disappointed.

So they regained their weapons and rushed overseas.

Israeli soldiers are strictly trained and extremely efficient, their surface ruthlessness and inner loyalty and reliability make them very popular in the global mercenary market.

In the early 1980s, upper-class people in the Philippines hired Israelis as private bodyguards, and some wealthy people even owned private troops trained by Israeli veterans. Military groups in South America also used the fashion of hiring Israeli advisers.

In addition, the figures of Israeli mercenaries also appeared in many countries such as Yin Lang, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, etc., and naturally they appeared in Africa, a land that never has a day of peace.

Clauti Taylor, perhaps five hundred years ago, was a family with Scarlett. He was originally a captain in the Wild Boy Special Forces. After retiring, he could not adapt to the contrast of treatment and was not used to the life of civilians. He had already regarded licking blood from the blade as a part of his life.

So, several comrades he invited ran to Africa to establish a mercenary team "Unit262". I have to say that the name is quite straightforward and a bit suspicious of being pretended. The people who are eating melons only know the wild boy, but those who carry the gun can basically know that the official title of the wild boy is 262 Battalion, namely Unit262.

Perhaps, Claudi Taylor has a little ambition, thinking of attracting more wild boy retired personnel to join his mercenary squad.

It has a great ambition and a low price. Unit262 has been established for almost three months and has only received two daily junk jobs. After the employer hired them to chew hard bones, he immediately let them leave. It was helpless and it was too expensive. The black uncles couldn't afford it.

Just when Claudi was worried about posting advertisements on the telephone pole, a new job came to him, and it was also a garbage job. He went to Papua New Guinea to hunt a free mercenary and a retired military officer of an ordinary Soviet revisionist.

If the other party hadn't been given the money so readily, Claudi really wanted to slap the other party twice, "Damn it, hire a team of the best wild boys to hunt an ordinary person, who do you look down on?"

But the money is really delicious.

Namibia, the border of the Namib desert.

The Hogas team was marching silently. The team members came from retired personnel from the United States and Canada, and had nothing to do with the Soviet revisionist. Therefore, it was selected to carry out hunting missions.

After two hours of march, Hogas team arrived at a large sand dune. Lincoln raised his hand and clenched his fists to signal the team to stop, and then made another gesture to disperse the alert.

After taking out the map, studying it for a while, Lincoln called the two team members in front of him.

"Lina, you and the beaver build a mortar battle field on the back slope of the dune. If you aim for a little, you only have one chance to test the shooting; Rambo, you and the electric eel are responsible for the assault, and you will be on standby first." Lincoln pointed on the map and said.

“Got.”

After the two teams set off, Lincoln took the second assaulter and telegraph soldier Li Weishi and the sniper Sand Cone Bird to climb the dune. Lincoln and Sand Cone Bird climbed to the top of the dune. Li Weishi stopped halfway and watched with a telescope behind him.

Although the mission of the Hogas team this time was to hunt down an ordinary retired Soviet revisionist, that is, one of Chadov's three closest comrades, Porokhovskov, there was still another team behind them to handle the situation.

The cannon hits mosquitoes, which is never a derogatory term in the Nan family.

Lincoln observed vigilantly on the dune for a while, then signaled that the Sand Cone Bird should be in place. The Sand Cone Bird took out the M82A1 anti-equipment sniper rifle from the gun bag, and after assembly, he lay down on the dune and looked for the target through the scope.

Porokhov Shikov was lucky. He ran to Africa as a free mercenary for a few days and was spotted by a Lochi armed group and hired as an instructor. There was a small oasis in front of the dune, which was the training camp for the Lochi armed forces.

"I can't see the VIP." Shacone Bird said after searching for a while.

Lincoln pressed the phone and said, "Shunting the birds, let the birds go."

“Copy.”

Li Weifeng responded, took out his backpack, took out a cylinder from the bag, opened the cover, poured out a white aircraft model from the cylinder, put it aside after assembly, took out a receiver and placed it on the ground, pressed the contraction antenna and pulled it. Three antennas nearly three meters long stood in an inverted cone shape.

Taking out a remote control, breaking the antenna, and waiting for the start-up inspection, Li Weifeng turned on the switch of the aircraft model, held it in his hand and raised it into the sky, and the aircraft model drew an upward parabola.

Li Weiyi controlled the remote control, controlled the plane model to fly high, and then flew towards the training camp.

The aircraft model codenamed "Tube Nose" is a small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft developed by the former voyeurism interest group and is now a small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft developed by Humeng Technology. The signal reception system and camera reconnaissance system are not too mature and are not very practical. They can only be used as auxiliary assistance.

Li Weifeng hid the tube nose in the sun, flying high, unable to see the human face clearly, and could only distinguish the lake through different behavior patterns.

He carefully flew around the training camp, and through the screen, Li Weifeng wrote down the entire training camp pattern and informed others.

After a careful search, the Tuan Nose Pork searched a person suspected of VIP behind a broken thatched house. Li Weifeng controlled the Tuan Nose Pork to lower it by more than ten meters. After confirming again, he believed that there was a 65% similarity.

"Lincoln, Lincoln, behind the second thatched house at 11 o'clock, it is suspected to be VIP, Over."

“Copy.”

Lincoln adjusted the direction, aimed the telescope at the position Li Weifeng said, and the Sand Cone Bird also adjusted the direction and aimed the gun at the thatched hut.

"Li Weifeng, Li Weifeng, VIP trends, Over."

“No movement yet, Over.”

"Lincoln, Lincoln, Rambo requested close-up reconnaissance, Over." Rambo, who was hiding behind a mud wall, said.

"No, Li Weifeng retracts the tube nose squid, Over."

“Copy.”

Li Weiyi controlled the tube-nosed squid and circled a large circle and stopped behind a small sand dune several hundred meters away.

Without seeing the target, the Hogas team could only wait. It was impossible to go around the other side. The dune they were in was in the direction of deep into the desert. On the other side of the training camp was the outer periphery of the desert. The terrain was flat, with only a few bare trees slightly affecting their sight, and the rest of the place was completely visible.

At the entrance of the training camp on the other side, there are two guard towers about six meters high. Even if the guard post above is not serious, a few bright people appear on the sand, and there is a high probability that they will be discovered. This is a danger.

Waiting, you can only wait for the suspected VIP to appear in sight.

In the Namib Desert, the highest temperature in August is less than 40 degrees, but this number does not make much sense. It is ten:40 in the morning. After the sun is roasted, the temperature on the surface of the sand dunes has exceeded 60 degrees.

Although a layer of insulation pad was laid, Lincoln and Sand Cone Bird's belly and front chest, who had been lying on the ground for more than two hours, had sweated from the beginning, but now they were dry and had few drops of sweat, and the moisture on their bodies was very severe.

Suddenly, the Sand Cone Bird saw two people approaching the position where Rambo and the two were hiding. "Rambo, there are two people approaching at four o'clock, wait for my instructions, Over."

“Copy.”

The team of Hogas is using throat, so you don’t have to speak without making a sound. You don’t have to worry about talking when you have close contact with the enemy. Rambo and the electric eel signaled each other, and both took out a cylindrical yellow arrow from their chests, and then took out a specially made conical arrow that was lost and put into the chamber of the yellow arrow.

The yellow-blasting arrow is a silent combat weapon developed by Peace Dove itself. It is made of a special yellow-blasting arrow. It can penetrate three or four millimeters thick steel plates within five meters. However, the yellow-blasting arrow is basically one-time, and it cannot guarantee lethality after firing once and reusing it again.

After loading the yellow arrow, Rambo and Electric Eel held guns on their right hand, held the yellow arrow in their right hand, waiting for the target to appear.

"Prepare, 3, 2…Now!"

As the Sand Cone Bird finished speaking, Rambo and the Electric Eel had already seen the target appear in their sight. Two puffs and two arrows flew towards their targets respectively.

The arrow was missing, and Rambo, who was leaning outside, rolled on the spot. He came to the ground where the two targets were hanging down, stretched out his hands and held up, one body was steadily supported by him, and the other... was missed.

“Fuck!”

As the sound of Peng's body falling to the ground sounded, Rambo cursed.

"Fight preparation."

Lincoln, who had been staring at, saw Rambo failing and quickly alerted the others.

Reality is not a film and television drama, without the halo of the protagonist, Rambo's movement was discovered without surprise, and three militants were holding guns toward the earthen wall of Rambo and his two.

"Li Weifeng, Li Weifeng, call Lei Zhenzi."

“Copy.”

"Lei Zhenzi, Lei Zhenzi, I am Li Weifeng, please support, Over."

"Li Weifeng, Li Weifeng, I am Lei Zhenzi, arrive in seven minutes, repeat, arrive in seven minutes."

“Copy.”

The three militants did not throw grenades. After Lincoln's instructions, Lambo and the other three militants entered within three meters before suddenly standing up. Lambo held a PRK machine gun and shot a few short points, and the electric eel held a G41A2 three quick and accurate points to shoot the gun.

Once the gunfire sounds, you have to fight even if you don’t fight a tough battle.

Rambo moved to a raised area on the ground and lay down on the spot, setting up a PRK to prepare to face the enemy. The electric eel was awkward. Apart from the earth wall in front of him, there was only a little cover for the thatched hut fifty meters in front of him. But no matter how much the egg is used, the AK in the hands of the militants can penetrate at will. A strafing ghost knew where the bullet would hit him.
To be continued...