Chapter 68

The arrival of the three Hinds, swaggering and heading straight for Beledwin City, sent shockwaves throughout the military forces in Mogadishu. It was a concept that defied conventional military control and sound prevention systems. In a country like Somalia, where such systems were lacking, a heavily armed helicopter could roam freely within a radius of 500 kilometers, seemingly immune to retaliation.

Despite the lack of sound prevention measures, intelligence agencies from various countries swiftly obtained reports detailing the aftermath of the battle outside Beledwin. This demonstrated the efficiency and reach of intelligence networks, with damage reports disseminated to key stakeholders within just two hours of the conflict.

One notable location in Mogadishu was the Beachfront Gezira Sea, once a popular resort. The area was now occupied by the U.S. military, and the sight of American soldiers diligently cleaning up the beachfront was a stark contrast to the region's turbulent history. They had fortified their camp with iron thorn railings to deter any attempts by Somalis to scavenge equipment or supplies.

Inside the camp, several Black Hawk helicopters and MH-47E special operations helicopters were partially covered, emblematic of the U.S. military's presence in the area. A hand-painted picture hung in the camp's warehouse, depicting a man in black on a white horse with outstretched wings. This crude artwork represented the insignia of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, also known as the "Night Stalkers."

The 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment was the only aviation unit within the U.S. Army Special Operations Forces. Nicknamed the "Night Stalkers," they provided critical helicopter transport and attack support to special forces units such as Delta Force. Their presence in Somalia underscored the gravity of the situation.

Two soldiers walked along the sandy beach, both wearing military uniforms devoid of any insignias. One had silver hair and an air of dignified restraint. He glanced at the horizon, kicked the sand idly, and remarked on the beach's pleasant aroma, contrasting it with his preference for Hawaii's seas. The younger soldier by his side humorously commented on how the harsh conditions in Somalia had aged him prematurely.

The silver-haired soldier, Grant Ward, held the rank of lieutenant colonel and was the commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment of the United States. Known as "Drug Cartridge," Grant had a wealth of combat experience and had been awarded the Distinguished Service Cross. He reached into his pocket, produced a small bottle, and ingested some white particles, prompting Jasper, the younger soldier, to recall a rumor about Grant's candy-eating habits.

Jasper remembered hearing that Grant had a penchant for eating sweets whenever he was on a mission or during his downtime, which had earned him the nickname "Drug Cartridge." In the 1990s, drug use was strictly prohibited in the U.S. military, leading to suspicions and investigations. However, it turned out that Grant simply enjoyed the numbing sensation of sweetness. This was the origin of his unique nickname.

Grant offered Jasper some candy, but Jasper declined with a smile. Unperturbed, Grant returned the candy to his pocket and initiated a conversation about "The Company."

Jasper wasn't immediately familiar with the name "The Company," so Grant elaborated. He mentioned that they were bold both in name and actions and relayed the recent news of three Hind helicopters departing from the "Fifty Kilometers" airport. These helicopters were allegedly involved in a bombing operation against bandits outside Beledwin, resulting in nearly 100 casualties.

The mention of three Hind helicopters piqued Jasper's interest, setting the stage for a discussion about the mysterious activities unfolding in Somalia.

Jasper frowned, "Soviet?"

"No, no, no, it's Asian. I saw it at Aidid's birthday party before. He gave the **** a tank as a gift." Grant clicked twice, still thinking about Tang Dao's handwriting, he I also clearly heard the other party say that it was worth two million US dollars, which is completely nonsense, but even if it is worthless, in Somalia, it is a deterrent to take it out.

Before all countries do not intervene, they are almost rampant against ordinary warlords.

"Is he an arms dealer?"

"I think so. This gentleman seems to be planning to settle in Somalia. He obviously wants to squeeze every penny out of the pockets of these niggers. I've never seen anything like this..." Grant said here I don't know how to describe it anymore, I tilted my head, as if I was constipated.

"Dieformoney? (Die for Money

Jasper helped him speak out, and Grant nodded, "Yes."

"His behavior will obviously destroy the peaceful environment in Somalia. It is a challenge for us to have someone who does not follow the rules join this situation."

"What do you want to do?" Jasper asked, spreading his hands, and said in a joking tone, "Do you want my people to blow him up? I can, I will accept this task."

Grant stretched out his hand, motioning for the other party to let him finish.

"I thought, I'm going to have a good talk with him, Somalia can't be messed up again."

The smile on Jasper's face faded. He always felt that the other party was too confident, which would easily lead to accidents.

just ask…

Why do people listen to you?

Just because you're a Ranger Battalion Commander? Only two companies are operational in Mogadishu!

And ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Jasper has been in Somalia for several years, he has seen many vultures, they come to the third world from all over the world, they will do anything to get rich, mercenaries even dare to combine to rob military supplies, Many Western European countries have suffered from this, but can you find someone? Even if you find it, what can you do? Global wanted?

No kidding, where is this?

Africa!

The most inhumane, most disorderly, most hooligan place.

Compared with the mercenaries, although those arms dealers are gentlemen with smiles on their faces, if you move their interests, you will know what the capitalist's iron fist is.

Grant was so proud, Jasper could feel it, he opened his mouth to remind the other party to be careful, but he couldn't say it, because he knew it was useless to say it.

That's what the Rangers are all about.

Hope, God bless, nothing happens.

…

At this time, Tang Dao knew that he had been targeted by Mr. Yingjiang.

He faced Luke Mazzaro's task force with a smile on his face. There were 7 people in total, and they all came to buy "toys".

"Gentlemen? What do you want? I have Soviet goods here. How about some artillery? It has a strong mouth, long durability, and strong stamina."

Lucien, head of the task force. Carlos looked at the enthusiastic Tang Dao, lowered his glasses, and said awkwardly, "Mr. Nicholas, we just want to ask, is your company willing to help us fight?"

"Of course, as long as you give me money, you can do anything."

"Uh... what we mean is, join us!" Lucian looked at Tang Dao and carefully observed the other party's changes. Sure enough, after hearing this, the latter's eyes slowly froze together.

"Dude, it's not April Fool's Day."