Chapter 235 PMC Team and the Coming Seals
"Can you tell me about the girl named Hannah?"
Jiejie's first words made someone's hair stand on end, and the places where they were supposed to stand suddenly softened.
"ah?"
"Don't be nervous, I just want to get to know my opponent."
Jiejie stuck out her tongue and licked his neck lightly, then spitted for a long time, making Jack laugh half to death. The sweat mixed with the smell of DEET was salty and spicy.
Men are all stinky. When a girl who loves cleanliness no longer dislikes you as a stinky man and is willing to have sex with you, it means that she is really attracted to you.
Jack still understands this. Just holding a girl and telling another girl's story usually doesn't end well.
They were on an island at this time. Although there were no hatchets, sugarcane knives were everywhere. It must not be difficult to find a boat.
"The story starts a few years ago"
As the saying goes, sincerity is the most invincible formula in relationships. Jack recounted his experiences in this life, from the unexpected death of his original parents to how he worked hard to enter the LAPD police station.
From the initial relationship between him and Hannah, to the two gradually falling in love, to helping Hannah complete her revenge in Margrave Town, even the things about Zoe and Maureen were not hidden from Jiejie and told everything.
What she never expected was that what Jiejie cared about most was not his romantic affairs, but his damn strange physique.
"Since you said that every time you are extremely nervous, you will lose control. Why is everything fine from yesterday to now?"
Jiejie looked suspicious, as if she was recalling carefully whether this guy had secretly been alone with other women after the two battles yesterday, especially that young and beautiful internet celebrity.
Jack was dumbfounded, "Of course it's because I wasn't nervous enough before."
How can a small scene like yesterday have the right to make him burst with adrenaline? For him, the mighty Starbuck God of War, is it difficult to explode three heads in a row at this point? Even less so against an unarmed little villager.
Even the last fame battle didn't have much impact on him. Well, Hannah took the initiative to help him solve it afterwards. For this reason, the two of them unlocked a new location achievement, the underground parking lot of the FBI building.
The modification cost of the Firebird is really not wasted at all, and the shock absorbing effect is not ordinary.
That night Jack was complained by some people that he was not passionate enough. They had been looking forward to his violent state for a long time.
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After listening to Jack's story about the battle with the ogre in New Mexico, Jie Jie finally believed that he would no longer easily enter that kind of out-of-control state, but this did not mean that the girl completely believed this guy.
"You must have some secrets."
Jiejie stroked her smooth arms when she left, with a look of doubt on her face.
It is said that making a cross mark with your fingernails on a mosquito bite can relieve the itching and reduce the swelling. You wouldn’t lie to children like this, right?
Who hasn't done something like this when they were young? Why is it so effective in this guy's hands? Although the bumps from the bites all over my body have completely disappeared, I still feel that this guy is taking advantage of me with malicious intentions.
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When it gets dark, everyone gets up and starts getting busy.
The men took turns using machetes and cane knives to clear away the tropical vegetation near the small building. This was a very hard job, but it was absolutely necessary in order to clear the shooting area.
The PMC team dropped by air can not only bring military and material support, but also attract dangerous attention. In this state of the island where everyone is the enemy, when the parachute falls, it also means the destruction of the abandoned mine. Totally exposed.
But they had to take a gamble, because there was not much diesel stock for generators, and running out meant that they would no longer be able to get clean groundwater from deep wells.
And they don't have many containers to store water, not to mention that in such hot and humid conditions, even relatively clean fresh water cannot be stored for a few days.
There isn't much food brought down on the plane. Most of the plane meals are semi-finished products, the quantity is not large, and there is no refrigeration. At most, it will have to be eaten by tonight.
All that was left were some snacks brought by the passengers and a small amount of packaged bread, which could not even last the third day.
Therefore, this sturdy concrete building became a stronghold that everyone had to hold on to. If the tropical jungle was not difficult to ignite, Jack even wanted to use a fire to start a forest fire directly after clearing a fire break.
It's a pity that this is not a big forest like Canada that can burn for a year. In this kind of tropical rainforest where it rains every day, even if General LeMay is resurrected, his idea cannot be realized.
But Jack still persisted and mobilized everyone to clear away the shrubs and taller grass around the small building as much as possible.
To this end, he and Gaspare rushed back to the place where the two pickup trucks were hidden yesterday, concentrated the gasoline from the two vehicles into one vehicle, and then drove back.
Using the pickup truck as a tractor and using an iron-tine rake left in the mine, they forced themselves into the bushes south of the small building and pulled out a large open space.
Including the original barbed wire wall, the south side of the small building is close to the jungle, and there is an open area of nearly 70 to 80 meters, which greatly reduces the defensive pressure.
Otherwise, even if PMC joins, they will not have the confidence to rely on this small building to cope with the siege of dozens of people.
You know, according to the intelligence from previous interrogations, the guerrilla group affiliated with the "Abu Zaev" organization has more than ten veterans who have experienced the Marawi War.
Not to mention that there are still thousands of militants on the island who are eyeing these foreign meat tickets. Especially now that the news has spread, God knows how many people will be attracted.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Jack poured gasoline on it and set fire to the plants gathered together. Black smoke pillars rose into the sky, becoming the best beacon.
An unmarked C-130 transport plane flew over the abandoned mine, dropping five PMCs and two huge red and blue airdrop boxes.
Fortunately, the open space on the mountain side in the north of the mine was large enough, and both the people and the airdrop box landed safely.
"Hello Captain Torrance, we are the advance team sent by Pioneer Airlines. I am Shebek. These are Isaac, Mo, Wells, and Lake."
The leader of the PMC team was a bald black man who looked to be only half a size smaller than Gasparé. After greeting the crew members and passengers who had gathered around him, he winked at Jack in particular, causing him to Confused.
"Agent Jack Tavole? I've known him for a long time."
Sherbek, the captain of the PMC team, took the initiative to extend his hand to Jack.
"Jason and Sonny are on their way. They will be our backup and guide everyone to retreat."
