Chapter 809 Africa’s No. 1 Mercenary

America, white house, presidential office.

At this time, five senior leaders of the United States gathered in this small room.

In the room were American four-star general Jim Campbell, CIA director Pusi Malebi, US Secretary of State Lincoln and President Sleep King.

In the office lobby in front of several people, there is a 100-inch TV set.

The TV is used as a monitor for video conversations.

The TV picture is one-way, only the other party's appearance and not the interior of the white house.

At this time, the picture is still, and the location in the picture is the inside of a military tent.

There are more than a dozen people in the picture, each of them is strong and huge, and each of them has sophisticated weapons tied to his body.

CIA Director Pusi Malebi Pusi Malebi glanced at his phone, and then said to King Slip, "Your Excellency, President, I just received the news. Half an hour ago, a Chinese transport plane flew over the Kingdom of Swaziland. Through remote control Infrared detection confirmed that the Chinese parachuted from the plane and entered the Kingdom of Swaziland.”

"The Chinese are here? Where is that person?"

Puxi Malebi pondered for a moment and said, "He must have gotten into it! Our spies in China saw him getting on a Chinese transport plane, and the transport plane was full of Chinese soldiers. Qin Chuan should follow this plane Soldiers entered the Kingdom of Swaziland together to rescue the Chinese people trapped there. "

"Okay! This kid is really headstrong and will get into trouble whenever he encounters it." King Slip slapped the table and exclaimed, "Malebi, immediately issued an order to the darknet mercenaries in the Kingdom of Swaziland. When they see Qin Chuan, they must Kill him on the spot!”

After saying that, King Slip immediately changed his words and said, "No, no, no... This is not safe. What if these idiots are deceived by the cunning Chinese people? What if a Chinese person dies for Qin Chuan?" Do it. Give the order to kill all Chinese people you see!"

Puxi Mahler nodded. He picked up the voice-changed microphone on the table and said into the phone, "Crazy batch of horse power! Crazy batch of horse power!! The target has entered the Kingdom of Swaziland, and the beheading operation will begin immediately!"

After Puxi Malebi finished speaking, the other party did not respond for a long time.

Looking at the motionless screen, King Sleep asked displeasedly, "What's going on? Is this the mercenary hired by your CIA for a billion dollars? Is this kind of work attitude worth a billion dollars?"

CIA Director Pu Ximalbi broke into a cold sweat and quietly turned off the phone microphone.

This time, the US$10 billion specially approved by the US Congress was used to hire international mercenaries to carry out the beheading operation against Qin Chuan.

But of the US$10 billion, when the mercenaries on the other side of the screen actually got it, they only had US$5000 million.

The remaining 9 million is naturally impossible to give to the other party.

There are so many mouths in the CIA waiting for food, and Puxi Malebi is not a philanthropist. He also has to make some extra money.

With only 5000 million U.S. dollars in activity funds, Puxi Malebi naturally cannot ask for a good attitude from the other party.

Originally, the murder business is about a service attitude. It only matters that the matter can be done well and the person can solve it.

Puxi Malebi secretly complained, "Mom sells batches, this old man has a lot of things." '

Just as he was thinking about how to explain it, a black man appeared on the TV screen.

The black man is wearing a tight black T-shirt. Judging from the picture, he is at least two meters tall and weighs 250 pounds.

His arms and entire neck are covered in tattoos, and the two scars on his face look extremely ferocious.

When Puxi Malebi saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed at the screen and said, "Your Excellency, this is the boss and commander of Africa's number one mercenary, nicknamed Mr. Ma Li, who is crazy about horse power."

King Slip waved his hand, "I don't care if he's a Crazy Horsepower or Super Mario Bros. I'm not interested in knowing who he is. I just want to know if he can complete the mission."

When King Slip spoke, Puxi Malebi secretly turned on the microphone.

Crazy Pi Ma Li heard what King Slip said, and he shouted, "Male Gobi, how dare you question me, Crazy Pi Ma Li?!!! Who are you! If you are willing, tell me your name, and I will go find you." , let you see with your own eyes how powerful I am!"

Crazy critic Ma Li didn’t know that the man in front of him was the President of the United States.

All he knew was that the people sitting across from him were a group of blood-sucking capitalists.

Originally a business worth US$1 million, the price was cut in half by the other party.

If money hadn't been tight recently, who would be willing to take on this job?

ding ding ding...

Kuangpi Mali received a message on his phone. He clicked on it and saw a photo of a young man.

"Crazy horse power, this is the target of your mission. His name is Qinchuan Hua, and he is 21 years old. He has sneaked into the Kingdom of Swaziland. His mission to the Kingdom of Swazis this time is to rescue the trapped Chinese people. Chinese people.”

Crazy Pi Ma Li took a look at the photo and asked, "Qin Chuan? Chinese? Got it. How many people did they come for this operation?"

Although his horsepower is crazy, he is not stupid.

The employer only gives one photo so that he can only target this person.

If the other party dared to come, he must have brought a team of people along with him.

Now the entire Kingdom of Swaziland is in dire straits, and various massacres are being carried out in the city every day and night.

No one is foolish enough to come alone.

"China and the Kingdom of Swaziland have not established diplomatic relations, and the other side is only accompanied by a special team at most."

"A special team?" Crazy Pi Ma Li stroked his chin and thought to himself.

Generally speaking, the number of people in a special team is 6-12.

For an enemy army of this size, it is natural to ignore the crazy horsepower.

Puxi Malebi continued, "Yes, just one. Your last mission is to kill all the Chinese you see. If you kill the man in the photo, take a photo with a watermark camera and report it to me immediately."

"Watermark camera? Haha, I killed the company boss because he asked me to take watermark photos!"

The corner of Puxi Malebi's mouth twitched, this person is indeed a crazy critic!

Crazy Pi Mali did not agree to Puxi Malebi's instructions, but made a surprising move.

He picked up the video camera and said, "Take pictures? I work hard and never take pictures. I will directly involve the employer and let the employer feel that the whole thing was done by him! I am the number one employer in Africa." Jun is famous for its immersive experience!”

With that said, Crazy Pi Ma Li put the camera on his helmet.

Everyone in the white house was stunned. The other party was going to conduct a live broadcast.

At this time, a burly mercenary ran into the house.

The other party shouted to the mad critic...