Joja and the others were on the side of the village. The slope extended from the south entrance of the village to the northeast. The exit of the village's south side was just connected to the slope, and Nis alone could guard there.

The remaining four people hid in the gaps between the buildings, and it was not easy for either Joja or Nis to find a shooting angle.

Now Kaman went around, as long as he could force them out of their hiding place and enter the main road of the village, Joja would have the confidence to kill them.

Although Kaman was not a trained soldier, he had fought all his life and knew better than anyone how to fight.

The two sides were in a stalemate. After about 10 minutes, Dorian, the Italian squeezed between two trucks, couldn't hold on anymore. He was a loner and was especially worried that Joja and the others would abandon him, which would be his end.

This guy retired from the "Skinhead" and may not be the top in outdoor combat, but he was good at this kind of urban warfare.

He quickly glanced and then retracted, but no bullets hit him...

Dorian quickly peeked again, but still no bullets hit him.

On the third attempt, Dorian threw his jacket out. This time, several bullets hit the jacket, warning him not to try to escape.

However, just as the jacket fell to the ground, Dorian quickly crouched and rushed out, shooting his AK-74 indiscriminately behind him, actually suppressing those gunmen.

When he rushed out of the enemy's firing range and entered a building, a rocket hit the gap where the four people were hiding.

The explosion of the rocket created a terrible high temperature and damage. Two gunmen died on the spot, and the other two fled the alley in a sorry state, but were shot in the body by two bullets as soon as they showed their heads.

Joja's SVD shot straight to the head, while Nis's TAC-50 was more brutal.

The bullet hit the shoulder of the last unlucky guy, completely blowing up half of his body, and blood and internal organs fell to the ground.

Kaman, standing on the roof, saw that the battle was over, so he fired another rocket into the place where those guys were hiding, completing the replenishment of ammunition.

Then this old guy easily jumped off the roof and passed by Dorian, looking him up and down like he was dissatisfied with Dorian's impulsive expression just now.

If it weren't for Dorian's actions, those four guys would have gathered together, and the first rocket would have wiped them all out.

Seeing that the battle was completely over, Joja walked down while pressing the throat microphone and said, "Devil Bird, stay and monitor. Dragon Lizard, go and check on that photographer, don't let him die."

Joja tried not to look at the bodies full of bullet holes and quickly crossed the pile of flesh and blood under the slope.

In a few minutes, Joja arrived at the small house where the photographer was hiding.

By the time Joja arrived, Kaman had already subdued the guy.

This guy turned out to be a white man...

Hit by a 7.62 sniper bullet in the forearm, this guy's right forearm was completely disabled.

The bullet created a large gap in his forearm, crushing the bones, and only a little bit of flesh and skin were left together.

When Joja entered the house, he was startled by a scream.

Watching Kaman use a hunting knife to completely cut off the guy's troublesome forearm, and then tied his upper arm with a shoelace, Joja walked over, bent down, picked up the camera, and checked it...

Looking at the photos inside, Joja walked in front of the photographer and squatted down, with a serious expression, and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do by taking these photos?"

The photographer, with a full beard, said in pain, "I am a journalist from AFP. I received news that this would be the site of a military trade between the Chinese and terrorists, so I came."

Joja looked through the photos, focusing on Yellow Boss in particular. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, took out his phone and opened the camera mode, and asked, "How are you planning to report it? That the Chinese support the terrorists in Darfur? How much money did you take? Who contacted you? Don't play dumb with me. You should be very clear that the goal of those Chinese is to exchange hostages, and you are trying to fabricate fake news."

Saying that, Joja took out his pistol and pointed it at the forehead of the bearded journalist, saying coldly, "Give me a reason not to kill you. Five, four, three, two, one..."

"I'll talk, I'll talk. It's a British guy. I don't know who he is, but I can tell from his accent. He gave me 50,000 pounds in cash to come here and take photos of the Chinese and terrorists trading, and then publish them in the newspaper. We met at the Weiss Hotel in Khartoum. He approached me. I said, I said..."

"Bang~"

Joja shot a bullet through the journalist's head, then stood up and said to Kaman, "Dispose of all the bodies. We'll leave tonight and go to Kindweke's camp. I'm interested in that pretentious black guy from before."

Saying that, Joja saw Dorian standing at the door. He smiled reluctantly, patted Dorian on the shoulder, and said, "Help me deal with the bodies, and I'll give you 1,000 yuan."

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Dorian's eyes lit up when he heard the money and said, "Give me 50,000 yuan, and I'll accompany you to attack Kindweke's camp. Of course, I can also help you with the body disposal."

Joja looked at Dorian like he was a fool, shook his head, and said, "You're dreaming. If money was that easy to make, I would have become rich a long time ago. Just 1,000 yuan, whether you do it or not!"

Dorian saw Joja's serious expression and took the initiative to say, "Then 5,000 yuan. I'm a good commando and good at using MP-5 and MP-7 for infiltration operations. You must be interested in rescuing hostages, right? There are at least 300 people in Kindweke's camp, and my skills can definitely be of help."

Joja was amused by Dorian's greedy appearance. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Then 5,000 yuan. First, help me dispose of the bodies, and then we'll set off."

After sending off Dorian, Joja went to where the pickup trucks were and called Nis to drive both trucks into the village.

Dorian, who was dealing with the bodies, saw the exaggeratedly shaped B-8 rocket nest on the rear compartment of one of the pickup trucks. He looked at Joja incredulously and said, "Who exactly are you?"

Joja spread his hands and smiled, saying, "I am an arms dealer, codenamed 'Jackal'."