()Allied forces!

God, aren't these guys still fighting with the treaty army at sea? Why are they here meddling in their own business?

I didn't care about the confused Hugo, I cut off the communication like I was avoiding the plague, and hit myself in the head with PCP repeatedly. Unfortunately, I was not born to be a conspiracy material, and even if I tried to break my head, I couldn't come up with a ugly Yinmao. But there was one result.

It's obvious. If the old cat finds out that I have some unexplainable relationship with the Allied Forces, I will really be doomed.

I had no choice but to find someone, and my intuition told me that I had been packaged and sold by a certain dealer again.

The communication was connected at an extremely fast speed.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Xiang, how can I serve you?"

Slavic Chinese with a respectful tone came from the other end of the phone. I don't know if it was an illusion, but this guy seemed to be getting more and more polite, as if he saw his biological father.

"Look for your director. I have something to talk to him about."

The other side got stuck immediately.

"Um, I'm very sorry, our director is in a meeting..."

"Okay, actually I asked him to cancel the order."

"No, no, no, director, director, don't pretend to be dead in the toilet, it's a big deal!"

After a bell rang on the other end, a familiar voice squeezed out of the phone.

"Haha, long time no see, Sergeant Chen."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Director, why did the meeting end up on the toilet?"

"Hey, there's no meeting going on. I've been feeling uncomfortable in my stomach since I ate too much caviar last night. My pig head talks without thinking. Please forgive me."

The other party keeps smiling.

I was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so I said directly:

"Hey, you've placed another deal with the Allied Forces."

"Hehe, this... From a procedural point of view, this is correct. Oh, don't get angry yet. The rebels won't be able to pay the balance anyway. It's not a bad thing to find a big buyer."

I, Asimov, had something in his words and couldn't help but ask:

"What happened to the rebels?"

"Of course it's all over. Just an hour ago, the core stronghold of Vyborg was completely destroyed, and all the company-level and above commanders of the Chasseur Regiment were killed. Now, except for sporadic troops who are still resisting, the war is over."

I kept silent. Although we had fought together, I had always treated the rebels as business partners. I had no and no desire to have a close relationship with them. I just wanted to do my part and not care about anything else. In the final analysis, I felt that I

It's enough to swear allegiance to only one country, and I have no interest in adding another place on the list whose name I can't even pronounce smoothly.

In comparison, I was more concerned about the movements of the Allied forces. I tried my best to instigate the anti-resistance army to revolt, and also spent a large amount of money and supplies. Not to mention, the daily fuel supply of the fleet outside the Gulf of Finland was astronomical.

, but they did nothing except symbolic actions, and watched helplessly as the resistance army perished.

Where did this show take place?

"Is it all over?"

I asked in a low and irrelevant tone.

"It's all over. No one should be interested in checking the cause of death of each corpse."

"Now that the war is over, what do the Allied forces need from us?"

"It's nothing. The client is very interested in your combat reports. If our company hadn't never brokered two clients for a group of mercenaries, I'm afraid they would have placed an order long ago."

"interest?"

"Yes, the ragtag group of people who have been working together destroyed a total of twenty-nine mechas of various types in more than a month, including an ace. The results can no longer be said to be outstanding, it is simply a miracle, so the big

The boss intends to focus on supporting you."

Although Asimov didn't say it explicitly, I still noticed what he meant after watching so many first-, second-, and third-rate war dramas.

"You mean the black army?"

The so-called black troops are elite armed forces that do not belong to the combat force organization, but belong directly to the governments of various countries. Even the funds for their activities are calculated using the "black budget". They usually have a lot of money, good wine and meat to support them. The key is

The army is always dispatched to deal with various inconveniences for the government, and it is often particularly dirty activities, such as massacres, provoking wars, throwing chemical weapons, murders, etc.

All in all, it’s something that makes people feel sick just thinking about it.

Asimov's tone revealed some blackness and conspiracy:

"I said, Sergeant Chen, you have been in this line of work for so long anyway, so you should be used to it. Besides, the treatment in the Republic of China is really not that good... Sigh, isn't the purpose of life for people to develop? It's better...

…”

I sneered, and it was a smile that was cold to the bone.

"It's better to put your dog ears up and listen, you beast. No matter how much of a bastard I am, I am still a bastard who dares to walk sideways. If you ask me to be a guard dog for others, go to hell! You can ask

Ask those idiots, they might be happy to eat this dog food,"

The person on the other end was obviously in a state of rage and rage."

"Sergeant Chen, don't forget..."

"Oh, I almost forgot. It seems that I still have my file in your hands. You can hand it over to whomever you want, but don't forget, my blood is still hot, and my ability to kill is also hot."

After I finished trolling people, I just cut off the communication, just like severing Asimov's neck.

The night was uneventful, the PCP never rang again, and I stood peacefully in Hong Kong all night, but something strange was that in the past, when we were on guard duty, we always continued to patrol from time to time, and we often got together to chat. That night

I walked around for a long time and didn't even see the other sentry. I couldn't easily see his shadow once, but the guy immediately turned around.

It's almost like you are avoiding me. What did I do?

As time went on to the next day, I found that this situation became more and more obvious. I ordered breakfast in the cafeteria and sat at my seat. Otherwise, the crazy abalone students and the others had already formed a circle around me and were chattering.

There was a lot of noise, but I ate half of my meal today, and not even a ghost came over.

I was extremely depressed. It felt so uncomfortable to sit on the bench. At this time, I happened to see the road spike coming this way and quickly said hello to him.

"Hey, why are you up so late?"

The road spike looked at me with a strange look, then walked past me quickly, leaving me sitting there stupidly.

What the hell is going on?

"It's really terrible that you still have time to eat here."

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, and the second boss sat down. His originally peaceful face was now filled with dissatisfaction as if I owed him a hundred yuan.

The problem is that I can’t figure it out:

"What the hell, what happened?"

"I still want to ask you. I didn't believe it when others said it before. It was only last night that I felt that this matter was a bit strange." Big Tou's face became increasingly ugly, so dark that it seemed like oil was dripping out of it. "Are you?"

I want to squeeze out Tieniu’s position in the group.”

I was shocked. After living on earth for more than twenty years, I had never thought that such a conclusion full of conspiracy would one day be thrust upon my head.

"Fart, how is that possible?"

"Why is it impossible? Then tell me what you did in the battle to hunt down the 'Blackbird' the night before yesterday?"

"What's the problem? I just made the right judgment based on the situation."

My voice couldn't help but get louder. Could this be considered evidence of rebellion? That's ridiculous!

Da Tou interrupted me with an irritated wave of his hand.

"Of course that doesn't count. Tieniu was just angry at first, but everyone in Chen Xiang's bad-tempered group also knows that it's normal to say a few words, but what did you shout on the radio later?"

Something suddenly rang out. My radio must have been connected to the public channel at the time, which meant that all the members of the training group who participated in the battle heard my curse!

God.

My head buzzed for a while, and I stared straight at my big head, indicating that if you have any bad news, please finish telling me quickly and let me have sex in one go.

"I didn't take it seriously at first, and neither did the big guys in the group. I thought you were just in a bad mood and just said a few words. But at last night's meeting, I found out that I was terribly wrong." Datou looked at me seriously and said honestly

The man's sullen face was ten thousand times scarier than usual, "I suppressed all everyone's speeches, and did not allow anyone to refute my own views. I even started to use my hands. Chen Xiang, if I hadn't known you for four years, I would really

You are the new leader!"

The harsh speech was like stabbing me. The pain was almost unbearable, and my voice suddenly rose an octave:

"What's that? I think I'm right. Is it wrong to insist?"

Many people in the cafeteria were attracted by my voice, but this time no one tried to dissuade me. They just watched quietly, as if they wanted to reaffirm who I am.

The gaze of someone wearing tinted glasses made me extremely uncomfortable and frightened, as if I was being stared at by a group of strange aliens.

"Then have you considered Tieniu's feelings? He didn't even have a chance to make a decision for the whole night and left everything he could say to you. Do you still think you have no problem?"

The first sentence knocked me from the crater into the ice cellar. I suddenly remembered where the sense of disobedience came from last night: that is, the iron bull who had been setting the tone for the final decision of the meeting was silent from beginning to end.

, jump directly to the procedure of Captain Korninov.
To be continued...