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The news that the dispatched troops were surrounded soon reached Beveridge's ears.
He furiously smashed the ashtray on the table to the ground and kicked the precious handicraft to pieces.
Scarface stood aside but kept his mouth shut obediently. He had already advised Beveridge not to send troops for rescue at the beginning, but the other party did not adopt his opinion. It was too late to say anything now.
Beveridge's eyelids kept twitching and he roared:
"What do our hidden sentries do? Why are the government troops so close to our base but there is no report?"
Scarface knew he couldn't pretend to be dead at this time.
"Captain, since the other party can reach the vicinity of the station, I am afraid that the secret sentry has been removed by the other party in advance, so there is no warning." He said this, but Scarface was also a little unbelievable. He naturally knows the combat effectiveness of the government troops. The secret sentries were all outstanding warriors selected from the mercenary group. How were they killed by the government forces without anyone noticing? There wasn't even any warning from a whistle.
"Captain, now is no longer the time to consider this issue. We now have to figure out how to face the situation at hand."
Scarface didn't need to remind him, Bailey Rich knew just as well.
He looked at the clock. It was only half past midnight, and it was at least four hours before dawn!
In other words, it will take four hours for the support from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group to arrive!
Now the three hundred people in his mercenary group are surrounded by Manfred's government legions, and it is only a matter of time before they are completely wiped out.
There are still about a hundred mercenaries left in the station, plus the two ten-man squads in Duoye's hands, the total is one hundred and twenty people. This number of people can hold the station until reinforcements from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group. Are you there yet
Beveridge's teeth clenched and his eyelids kept twitching.
"No matter what, we must hold on until the Death Scythe mercenary group arrives!" He said fiercely.
He can't give up the rich gold mines under the base under any circumstances, so he must hold on!
"Scarface, you should immediately organize the people in the station to prepare for a desperate defense. Tell them that as long as they can hold on,
Hold it until dawn, each person gets two hundred thousand dollars! Also, contact the two surrounded troops, tell them that rescue will be coming soon, and ask them to hold on! "Beveridge said again.
Scarface nodded. Two hundred thousand dollars per person is enough to make any mercenary fight for money.
He knew in his heart that telling the surrounded mercenaries that there was support was nothing more than lies.
The purpose is to make them resist desperately, and it will be good if they can delay the government troops for one more minute.
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Zhang Feng adjusted his wireless microphone to the predetermined channel, which was on the same channel as Goshawk, Hound and others.
"Attack! Leave no one alive!" No more nonsense, this is enough!
The Black and White Impermanence Special Forces lurking in the dark, the soldiers led by Johnson and Tooth Skull have already heard the sounds of gunfire and explosions and are eager to try! Now when they hear the order, they are like tigers that have escaped from the gate, rushing out from their hiding places.
Zhang Feng nodded to the goshawk beside him and sneered:
"Now it's time to signal the gigolos!"
Without any hesitation, Goshawk took out the flare gun from his backpack, pointed the muzzle at the sky, and pulled the trigger.
Xiu! The bright yellow signal flare rushed into the air, exploded suddenly, and a bright yellow ghost face exploded in the air!
The gigolo saw the ghostly face emerging through the window of the medical room, with a cruel smile on his face.
"It's finally begun! It's time to settle the score with the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group. Scarface, wait for me!"
With his face covered in oil paint and a scarf wrapped around his hair, the gigolo held his rifle, lowered his body and quickly approached Beveridge's office.
Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. As long as the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, Beveridge, is killed, the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group will surely be disrupted and disintegrate from within.
Just as he approached Beveridge's office, he saw a group of soldiers with live ammunition, numbering about 20 people, all of whom were white men. He was sure that he had no impression of these soldiers. He immediately realized that these soldiers were probably the soldiers stationed in the so-called forbidden area of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, which was the gold mine that Zhang Feng mentioned.
Knowing that it was probably impossible to kill Beveridge, he was about to turn around and look for Scarface.
A group of mercenaries ran towards him, and the gigolo immediately called the police
He felt up, his finger on the trigger.
"Brother, what are you still doing here? Chief Scarface, we just issued an order. As long as we can hold on until dawn tomorrow, we will give each of us two hundred thousand dollars." The mercenary said excitedly, and quickly ran towards the heavy machine gun position.
"Two hundred thousand dollars? Guard until dawn tomorrow? Is this a reassurance for Scarface, or does he have other plans after dawn?" The gigolo became suspicious, and quickly caught up with the mercenary in front, and said in a low voice:
"Brother, is it true? I went to take a dump just now and didn't hear it. Chief Scarface really said that. As long as you wait until dawn tomorrow, you will be given two hundred thousand dollars. It is such a good thing. By the way, Scarface Where is sir now?"
"How can I lie to you! Chief Scarface said it himself. Where do you think he is now? I just saw him in the torture room." After the mercenary finished speaking, he got into the heavy machine gun position.
The gigolo's brows furrowed even more tightly, and without talking nonsense to him, he turned around and walked quickly towards Scarface's torture chamber.
He pushed open the door of the torture room with the muzzle of his gun. It was pitch black inside without any light.
At this moment, the dancer's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle light, and his body was as cold as if it was stared at by a poisonous snake. Chills ran down his spine, and cold sweat fell down on his face. Because there was a hard and cold muzzle pressed against the back of his head.
"Sir Scarface? The leader asked you to come over." The gigolo said calmly.
"The leader asked you to come here? What's your name?" Scarface's voice sounded gloomily like metal tearing apart. Coupled with the dark and dim environment, the smell of blood that had spread in the torture room was really frightening.
"The leader asked me to come here. My name is Gigolo."
"Gigolo?" Scarface was a little unfamiliar with this name and couldn't help but be startled.
At this moment, the gigolo moved, tilted his head, and slammed backwards.
The back of the head made brief but intimate contact with the bridge of Scarface's nose. The bridge of Scarface's nose, which had been interrupted by the gigolo and had just been connected, was broken again.
With a painful groan, Scarface wanted to pull the trigger, but the gigolo moved faster, grabbed his hand holding the gun, and inserted his finger into the trigger, preventing him from pulling the trigger.
The other free hand picked up the butt of the gun and hit Scarface hard on the face, causing a long bloody gash to be ripped open on the brow bone.