America's Big Hero Chapter 553

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In Cape Town.....

The news of Sean's attack was sent back immediately, without any hesitation, and without waiting for an order for help, the group of American soldiers who came to Cape Town rushed out screaming.

Is this simply raiding the boss?

This is **** the face of the umbrella!

There is no need to mobilize at all. These American soldiers have a sense of belonging to the umbrella. The world's largest PMC company does not receive the highest standard of reception when it performs missions.

Even if everything is done locally, the other party only dares to complain to the umbrella, and dare not initiate legal procedures! It's not awesome enough, it's not enough for you to have a sense of belonging!

Much better than the employees of the world's top 500 companies!

20 military Humvees, with machine guns welded on the top, with ammunition chains attached, rushed onto the street without any scruples. Step on the gas pedal!

Honk to the end! Driving route? red light?

If it doesn't exist, how can you get close!

At the red light, the machine gun on the roof pointed directly at the cars on both sides, and the sound of sudden braking could be heard immediately. The kind where the tires are smoking when you step on it.

It is much more effective than any traffic police command. Even if someone hits you on the back, you will stay in the car honestly and dare not move!

Whenever the car in front glanced through the rearview mirror, it immediately gave way, and would rather drive the car on the sidewalk than block it. Once you pass by, the traffic is paralyzed!

Several white traffic policemen saw the Hummer convoy rushing towards them, and the elderly ones stopped the people next to them and turned around without saying a word. That yellow-orange bullet chain is the highest level pass!

Tube?

If it doesn't exist, why don't you see it at all?

You have eyes on the back of your head! You don't have eyes, do you see bullet chains?

Come on, I'll give you the clothes of the traffic police, you go to stop the car!

They waited for the convoy to pass before immediately reporting to the higher authorities. The transportation department was also stupid. Of course they knew that the convoy belonged to Sean, and they reported it to the government as soon as they arrived in Cape Town.

Possessing lethal weapons is illegal in other places, and no security company will show up with guns in the north. But, there is only one north in the world...

These PMC companies are not used to the laws of your legal department in other countries. I am a PMC registered in the United States, and if it complies with the laws of the United States, it complies with the laws of all countries in the world!

It's so arrogant!

Word soon spread through layers to President Frederick William de Klerk. So far they have not received news of Sean's attack.

"You still need to ask me?" De Klerk said with a black face, "This is South Africa, they broke the law, understand!"

Time waits for no one. Of course De Klerk knew what the people below thought, so he snorted and said, "Catch up and make an interception gesture."

One sentence set the tone, and the people below immediately knew what to do. Why is he the president? What he said is level.

A few key words "catch up" posture, not interception, but chasing, that is behind, in fact, there is no interception effect at all, the posture is better understood, posture and attitude, not the result.

Sean has been keeping a low profile since he came to Cape Town, but now his subordinates suddenly became fussy, and they knew something had happened without asking. At this time, if you rush to stop it, isn't that a thunderbolt for others? The South African government is not stupid.

Regardless of the quick response of the Humvee convoy, a Black Hawk helicopter gunship was the first to arrive at the scene. Sean likes to take the Black Hawk when he travels. It is a multi-functional model with powerful firepower and can meet various needs.

"Black Hawk 10 has arrived in the sky, OVER."

"Very good, kill it, remember to keep alive." Sean said lightly. Gunship helicopters are the natural enemy of the army!

Rockets, heavy machine guns, and Hellfire missiles are all nightmares for the army. If there is a chance to escape from infantry pursuit on the grassland, the only thing left is to fight back when facing helicopters.

At least die decently!

Waiting for the Hummer convoy to arrive

It's time to clean up the battlefield and catch some fish that slipped through the net. It was only at this time that South African high-level officials received the news that Sean was attacked.

De Klerk frowned, looked at the intelligence department and asked, "Tell me, who did it?" "It wasn't us." Reshati Guzman, the head of the intelligence department, replied.

"If you say it's not you, then it's not you. This is South Africa. If you say it has nothing to do with us, who will believe it?" De Klerk slapped the table hard, "Go and explain it to the Americans and see if they believe it or not!"

Reshati Guzman shut up, don't say they didn't find the mastermind, they didn't even see the attacker alive, they were all taken away by the Umbrella, even the **** corpse !

There are only a few weapons left. Interestingly, these weapons are all South African military equipment. Framed?

Reshati Guzman himself is not sure whether some people in the army did it. Since Mandela was released, all kinds of ghosts and monsters in South Africa have jumped out. He, who is engaged in intelligence, can't tell who is thinking. , which side to stand on.

Besides, so what if the mastermind is found?

Will Sean believe it? Will the US government believe it? Will Europeans believe it?

I am afraid that many people in the South African government will not believe it!

Ordinary people only believe what they want to believe, and politicians only believe what is in their favor. Otherwise, even if you throw the evidence, even a video, in their face, they will say that you have slandered.

Of course De Klerk knows, but, this is not the reason for the inferiors to do things badly, if you find out earlier, everything will be fine.

After Sean's time bomb entered South Africa, he ordered the intelligence department to keep an eye on it, but something happened. "Could it be those niggers?" De Klerk gave Guzman a sideways look.

Guzman was slightly stunned, what good is it to blame the nigger?

The president will not say anything casually, they are all purposeful. Obviously, what the president cares about is not the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Sean didn't go to the appointment, his whereabouts were leaked, it must not be leaked by his own people, who is that? When there is no way to be sure that the **** are not suspicious, it is impossible for Sean to pass by.

Who knows if there will be tons of explosives buried under his **** by then! If so, he would be dead even sitting in Army One.

Honestly, he returned to his villa in Cape Town under the **** of helicopters and convoys, and the survivors were also brought back.

I heard that the man in the family was attacked, and a hole was shattered in the roof of Army No. 1, which was made by an anti-tank missile. The women in the family were so scared that they cried and cried for a while.

He is not in a hurry to interrogate, and collects some necessary information first, so as to distinguish the authenticity of the interrogation results. Therefore, Sean still has time to comfort the group of women.

It's annoying to have too many women! …

"These people are not black. Although they look like mixed blood, they are Tuagre, which is very troublesome." Holding a document in his hand, Lorraine explained to Sean in detail what Tuagre is.

"You mean, they must have been hired." Sean frowned slightly, trouble! It's not that the Tuagregs are in trouble, but in this case, there are too many suspects!

"Do you have a judgment?"

Lorraine did not answer, but continued: "Their leader is Musa, he is willing to cooperate with us in questioning, but he asked to let his people go."

"Fack, it's an RPG and an anti-tank missile that attacked me. Now you still want me to let his people go. What do you think? You really think I, Sean, are easy to bully?" Sean was very angry.

"I suggest letting him go." Lorraine continued. Sean looked up and looked at him in surprise.

"I just said that the Tuagre people are troublesome. They are a family of mercenaries. Men have been serving as mercenaries on the battlefield for generations." Sean snorted, "And then, am I afraid of them or are I afraid of them?"

"The people who attacked us this time were all elderly people over the age of 40, and they all have descendants and relatives.

Will definitely pick up a gun and fight. "Lorraine looked serious, afraid that Sean would not take it seriously, he stepped forward and kicked Sean's feet, "It doesn't matter if the Tuagre die on the battlefield, but once they are captured and tortured or slaughtered, their descendants and Relatives and friends will retaliate, this is tradition!"

"If it were you, if your father or elder brother was killed, you would not stop killing him!"

"I, him, **** Fuck!" Sean didn't know what to say, you guys came to attack me, hey! Is there still a law?

Is there still Wang Fa!

It's like I'm the heinous sinner!

Lorraine understood what Xiao En was thinking, and continued to persuade: "For them, going to the battlefield to kill or be killed is a job for generations, so they attach great importance to the treatment of captured prisoners after the war. They don't want to die. On the battlefield, they die after surrendering, which is their way of life.”

"Of course they can't beat the umbrella, but they will shoot black guns, and once they launch revenge, there is no bottom line. Relatives and friends are all on their hunting list."

"But it's very difficult for you to take revenge on them. You don't even have identity information or a fixed address. How can you find them? They are still in a semi-nomadic state."

Sean was speechless, he is really not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet.

The so-called international public opinion is of no use to them. Maybe the revenge is successful but they are praised, the weak resist the strong, they are sought after, and they become heroes.

On the contrary, Sean, if he engages in a revenge massacre or something like that, it must be criticized by the whole world.

He has made a lot of enemies over the years. Didn't anyone attack him? I don't know how many people secretly hope that he will make a fool of himself, and they definitely won't mind pushing him.

Fuck, that's not fair at all!

I, Sean, am now also the one who was sacrificed in the injustice, which is outrageous. "I let them go, not everyone has to learn that!" Sean said awkwardly.

"There is only one Tuareg in this world."

"Where are those ****?"

"You heard that the police attacked the rich, and they only killed civilians!" Lorraine said with a cold face. Uh... okay.

Xiao En thought about it, and it was true that terrorist organizations would not dare to issue such orders to attack rich people. ***High-level is not equal to ***.

Sean was really angry, but now that he really wanted to kill them all, he couldn't give this order. He is not afraid, he has more than a dozen bodyguards around him every day, but what about his women and children? Can't everyone be surrounded by a group of bodyguards!

The Tuagre people, who are at the bottom, have no culture, can't see their first day, and the average age of men is less than 40. In this world, they are the bottom of the bottom, but they are so ruthless!

It's really terrible, you want others, but you want your own!

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of the Tuaregs, I respect their traditions!" Sean stared at Lorraine and said loudly.

Lorraine pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, respecting other people's traditions, Mr. Sean is the most pure and kind." "I suspect you are mocking me, and you have already got the evidence." Sean said with a black face.

Lorraine walked out, and those injured received fairly good treatment, and they had to be released anyway, so it might as well be a little more generous. As for Musa, he was dead, and he knew it himself, and he wanted to give Sean an explanation.

"The man was wearing a robe, looked like an Arab, and gave five million..." Everything he knew was said, but he really didn't know much.

After arriving in South Africa, the weapons were ready, and there was enough food for half a month in the room. The time and address of the attack was notified by phone, and then it disappeared.

The report was sent to Sean, and I didn't feel good after reading it all. Just like that, let a group of enemies go? "Any targets?" Sean looked up at Armstrong.

"There's no clue, based on motivation, that it could be the South African government, they don't want black people to get the right to vote," Armstrong said.

"I also said that the blacks are the strongest outside the cities. In order to plant blame on the South African government, I hope we will fight with the government." Sean flipped

He rolled his eyes.

Armstrong shrugged, "It may be Europeans, or Americans. There are so many interests. Everyone wants to cut more cakes. Now you are the target of public criticism. If they can share the cake, if not, you will rush to the front line. Nothing wrong."

"Oh, by the way, Botswana is possible. They want South Africa to decline!"

Damn Falk!

Ordinary cases are easy to solve~www.mtlnovel.com~The most annoying thing is that when politics is involved, especially when international politics is involved, all kinds of ghosts and monsters will appear, and your closest partner may be the person who stabbed you in the back.

"I think it's the niggers!" Sean said viciously. Armstrong: ? ? ?

You're working with those niggers, you're allies, they're your best friends! Sean squinted at Armstrong. "What's the problem?"

"No, those **** did it. Only they know that you are going there today, boss, and know the exact time and route. Who else would it be if it weren't for them!" Armstrong immediately changed his attitude, and said with hatred on his face: "In their In my eyes, white people don't have good things, and they can be bitten by white dogs... Ahem, letting white people fight among themselves is the biggest motive, the evidence is conclusive and irrefutable.”

"Very well, I'll give you two days to produce evidence and make it public!" Sean nodded in satisfaction.

If he doesn't squeeze more oil from these **** this time, he will never let it go! As for the man behind the scenes...

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