The reason Joja was willing to give Dorian a chance was because he wanted to learn more about the possible future enemies, the Mori family.

There are no impenetrable walls in the world. No matter how clean and tidy Joja worked in South SD, there would always be traces left behind.

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Of course, it would be best if they couldn't find anything, but that didn't stop Joja from wanting to learn more about the Mori family and the situation of the Sea Hound Mercenary Group.

But all of this had to wait until after the matter was resolved, and only if Dorian was still alive could they discuss it.

From this guy's words, Joja could tell that he actually hated the Mori family.

Joja felt that if he could survive, it wouldn't hurt to use him. Even if this guy was an elite, it would be good to just learn a little bit of information.

After Yellow Boss and Kindweke had left, Joja nodded to Kaman, and the three of them drove two cars west for about 8 kilometers, then got out of the car and walked about 2 kilometers to an almost abandoned small village.

There were some elderly people from the Bedouin tribe living in the village, but there were no traces of women or men.

The expressions on those old people's faces looked numb, as if they couldn't feel the "suffering" imposed on them by life.

They mechanically repeated the same actions day after day until they fell down and couldn't get up again. This seemed to be their fate.

This was the place where Yellow Boss and Kindweke had agreed to exchange hostages. When Joja arrived, Yellow Boss and his group had already arrived, and a group of people were standing in the center of the village, guarding the trucks and waiting.

This time, Joja had two guns on him, an HK416 and an SVD.

When they approached the village, Nis, out of her sharpshooter instincts, quickly discovered a high ground that was suitable as a sniper position.

On the side of the desert village, Joja took out several directional mines, MON-50, and carefully slid down the slope to set them up on the ground.

These things were called mines, but they were more like bombs because directional mines had specific killing surfaces. So when they were produced, most of them came with stands. After they were fixed, they could be placed anywhere on a flat ground and adjust the angle to face the enemy.

After setting up eight directional mines and installing remote detonators, Joja carefully wrote numbers on each remote controller and handed them to his favorite Kaman.

This way, they could control the directional mines in front of them, and when necessary, they could detonate them to buy themselves time to retreat.

They might not need to use them, but Joja, in the spirit of "better safe than sorry," still made detailed arrangements. Besides, these things didn't cost any money.

Based on his shooting habits, Joja found a suitable position on the semi-circular wind-blocking slope, then laid a blanket on the ground and built a natural gun rest with sand and stones in front of him. He then lay on the ground and looked at the situation inside the village through the scope.

The straight-line distance from here to the trading location was 750 meters, which happened to be within the range of Joja's SVD.

Not to mention Nis's TAC-50, this .50 caliber anti-material sniper rifle had an effective range of up to 2,000 meters. But in high-altitude areas, the actual killing effect would be increased. At least within 3,000 meters, it could be fatal to a target without armor.

It was said that the current world record for the longest kill was 3,400 meters, which Joja couldn't quite imagine. How could a bullet fly accurately and hit the target at 3,400 meters?

In his concept, luck was more important than skill in this regard.

It was like those terrorists in the news who fired their guns into the air to celebrate, only to find that someone had been killed by a falling bullet the next day.

Female snipers using anti-material sniper rifles were rare, and Joja had always been skeptical of Nis's choice of this gun because it was too heavy and had a magazine capacity of only five rounds.

The rotating bolt-action system improved its accuracy, but it significantly reduced the rate of fire.

But when Joja saw Nis skillfully install the detachable recoil pad, then took out an anemometer to measure the wind speed, and compared it with the ballistic table she made on the side of the gun, while adjusting the 25x magnification scope, he couldn't help but believe in Nis's professional level. At least she was very familiar with the TAC-50.

When Nis finished all the work and lay on the ground waiting, Joja was surprised to find a small pit had been dug under her toes, and he didn't know when it was carved out.

She planted her feet in the small pit, using the power of her ankles to counter the huge recoil, ensuring that her body would quickly return to its original position after firing a shot, and then search for the target and shoot again.

These were very personal shooting skills that could only slightly improve speed and accuracy in actual combat, but people who had never participated in actual combat might never learn them or need them in their lifetime.

Joja was a quick learner, but after trying it out, he found that he didn't need it. The recoil of the SVD was not strong enough to push him backward. He naturally extended one leg and slightly spread the other, which was comfortable and stable.

Although he didn't learn anything, Joja was now sure that Nis was an excellent shooter with her own shooting characteristics.

Just as Joja was about to discuss the shooting range with Nis, Kaman, who had been monitoring the road to the north, suddenly said, "They're here!"

Hearing Kaman's call, Joja turned the telescope to the north and saw a convoy approaching the small village with a trail of dust.

The desert dust was too thick, and Joja could barely see that there were four vehicles in the convoy. The front two were armed pickup trucks, followed by two military trucks.

He couldn't see the people inside the vehicles at all. Joja put down the telescope and said reassuringly, "Stay hidden, we wait. No shooting without my orders."

Kaman's AK74 was almost like a fire stick at a distance of over 700 meters. The old man lay on the ground and turned his head to look at Joja, saying, "Boss, do you really not need me to get closer?"

As he said that, Kaman made a flanking gesture and said, "This kind of attack would be the most effective. Once you miss the first shot, I can hold them off for a few minutes."

Joja decisively shook his head and said, "There are only three of us, don't take risks.

Whether we can kill Kindweke this time is not important. If possible, try to protect the hostages and let them escape safely. Second, try to inflict damage on them.

As for the remaining people, we can give them a big fireworks show when they return to their camp."