As soon as he returned to the coalition camp, Wilson Brown Willie Churchill was surrounded by a large group of people. His mouthful sound came to his face, making his ears buzz, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

"Can you be quiet for a while?"

Wilson raised his hands and made a move to press down.

After a while, the messy scene gradually became quiet.

"This is not a place to talk, let's change the venue."

Wilson turned his gaze and looked at the largest tent in the camp, which would become the command center of the coalition forces and the venue.

These big and small leaders forced themselves to suppress the urge to continue asking and surrounded him and moved over.

A charming female soldier brought Wilson a cup of coffee, and then scratched his palm gently, smiled slightly, twisted his butt and waist away.

"Bitch!"

Someone couldn't help but curse.

Obviously, this female soldier had a master, but the cuckold was taking shape.

Wilson, who was seduced (flirted) by a small little, was a little embarrassed, but he quickly calmed down and said seriously: "Everyone, before you ask, I will talk about the results of the negotiation so far. If there are any other questions, I will ask questions one by one. Please don't speak together, because I can't hear it, ok?!"

"Okay! We're waiting for your good news!"

"It must be good news!"

"Speak quickly! Wilson!"

...

There was another hustle and bustle that was hard to calm down.

“Quiet, quiet! ~”

Someone handed Wilson an electric speaker, which regained control of the situation.

At this moment, chaos broke out in the camp outside the tent without warning.

Soon, news came that the Japanese mercenaries fought with the Korean mercenaries, one shouting Asiba and the other shouting Baga, which was a scattered battle.

There are also melon-eating audiences who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos and follow them to make trouble.

So tired!

Wilson frowned straight at the right time if he could be quiet for a while.

Although the Japanese and Goryeo soldiers went to suppress each other, they could not pull away the red-eyed sides for a while.

Isn't this?

The soldiers on both sides who accused each other were starting to rectify again, which also triggered a larger-scale melee, and then it finally became out of control.

Most of the fifty or sixty people in front of Wilson dispersed and were fighting each other outside!

He held the electric speaker, cleared his throat, and said, "Since everyone is very busy, I'll just say it briefly."

The benefits of having fewer people and fewer people are at least not messy, and there is no way to control the scene.

These people are all arrogant and arrogant, but they won’t be obedient just by saying a few words. Especially the remaining people are very confident in their team.

In fact, this is true, most of their teams are elite in the industry.

The scene was silent, and the professional quality was undoubtedly reflected. Anyone who could accomplish great things would be calm.

Those guys who are whining, this is what they will be like in their lives.

"The Chinese people disagreed at first, and they didn't need us... After my efforts to convince... Captain Cui is a commander who loves soldiers as much as his son, and I hope he can make the right choice."

Wilson was still very eloquent, otherwise he would not have run a small security company with more than 300 war-capable soldiers and more than 200 logistics personnel.

"Mr. Churchill, how long do we need to wait? How likely is the other party to agree? What should we do if cooperation cannot be reached? Should we take the initiative to put the Chinese aside and do it alone?"

The mercenary team leader who was clicked to ask questions pointedly asked what everyone else wanted.

"You can refer to the process and time of the Chinese people's request. Don't complain. It's the same everywhere. According to my personal estimate, the possibility of their agreement should be more than 60%. If they refuse, it is actually easy to deal with. If we do it alone and kill the monsters first, there will be nothing Chinese people will do."

Wilson had this statement in his mind when he left the camp of the commander of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

Several tricky questions were raised, and he still easily dealt with them. After all, the commander of the Chinese peacekeeping force did not directly refuse.

Wilson alone has the final say on how to interpret the other party's attitude.

This temporary meeting ended soon.

On the one hand, there were fewer people participating, and on the other hand, the chaos in the entire camp was already in disarray and became more and more intense, almost everyone was brought into it.

Even people like Wilson who still maintain rationality are helplessly restraining their subordinates, but they are very impatient.

This sudden group fight is mostly meant to make the Chinese people look down on them. Even if they agree to cooperate, the distributed benefits will probably be greatly reduced.

Damn it! ~

Wilson secretly cursed these guys who had failed and had enough trouble in his heart.

If it weren't for the establishment of the coalition forces and the distribution ratio of interests was determined in black and white, he wouldn't have been mixed with these mobs.

Maybe the mission is not completed, and these pig teammates will be dragged to death.

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A group of guests came to the temporary barracks of the Chinese peacekeeping troops. To be precise, they were not uninvited guests, a considerable number of them were their own people.

"That's scary!"

Fatty Sun, who had escaped all the way, hugged his laptop handbag tightly and appeared in front of Li Bai with mud and muddy all over his body.

He needs psychological intervention! ~

Brother, do I have any trouble?

"Hey? Are you not in that farm? Why did you come here!"

Li Bai looked up and down at the other party. The last time he saw this guy, he was in a farm five or six hours away from the drive. He didn't expect to see this fat man here.

Well! Not only Fatty Sun, but also reporter Ximen, who were still terrified by a dozen Chinese and a large group of black people who were also panicked, looked like a hundred people.

Just looking at their embarrassing appearance, it is no different from the refugees who fled.

"I'll change the place! I, an agricultural expert, just move it wherever I need it! ~ I've just been transferred to the Sanwan Agricultural Zone of Palan Agricultural Company. Do you know that monsters have appeared there? The boss's person is like a hill, eating people!"

Sun Nan was holding his laptop bag, his eyes were almost glaring out.

No matter when, his head can be broken and blood can flow, the guy who eats can't throw it away. He finally saved more than 100,000 yuan to save the manuscript. If he lost it like this, he would rather feed the monster himself.

"You mean a man-eating monster?"

Li Bai quickly grasped some keywords.

The reason why Fatty Sun and reporter Ximen and his group came to the door is probably not simple.

"Yes! You don't know? The rumor has been so great recently. I thought it was a lie, but I really saw it with my own eyes."

Fatty Sun was so scared that he was trembling all over.

"Well, wait, isn't that like this?"

Li Bai waved his hand and a colorful hand-drawn picture appeared.

This is the original image of the "Storm Nightmare" that he asked the soldiers who were good at painting in the Chinese peacekeeping troops to restore it.

The hand-painted style is good and vivid. After adding color, the ferocious momentum suddenly emerges on the paper.

"It's it, it's it, it's it!"

Fatty Sun's face looked like earth, pointing at the hand-drawn picture and shouting.
Chapter completed!