"What's the use of Brother Endong asking for so many people?"

"Do not reveal the secrets of heaven. You just need to arrange them according to my instructions."

"...Yes, Brother Dong, I'll go to select people myself."

After staying in the villa for about half an hour, Bian Fei hurriedly left the villa.

After leaving the villa and getting into the car, Bian Fei immediately took out his cell phone, called his two friends, and told them all about Xie Wendong's arrangements. These two people were not others, one was the colonel Yuri Ozerov of Isis, and the other was the "devil" of the former Donglin Party, Donglin Satan.

After listening to Bian Fei’s story, the two brothers were puzzled. What did Xie Wendong want to do? He needs so many arms and so many people.

After discussing the three, they felt that Xie Wendong would definitely have a big move tonight. In order not to let Xie Wendong leave Mosul, Colonel Yuriozelov immediately organized the Isis's men and prepared to intercept them. Of course, this requires close cooperation from Bian Fei. It is important to complete the task at the lowest cost.

Not to mention, Bian Fei's work efficiency is really high. At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, all the arms needed by Xie Wendong were prepared, and two trucks were in total. In addition to the arms, Bian Fei also found ten rain tents according to Xie Wendong's arrangement, and each rain tent was equipped with a signal transmitter as big as a keychain.

At 9:40 pm, more than ten military vehicles carrying 500 armed personnel came outside the villa in a mighty manner.

"Brother Dong, my people are here." Bian Fei showed his treasure to Xie Wendong with a smile. Xie Wendong stood at the door of the villa and looked at the men trained by Bian Fei. Although Bian Fei was not very good, arrogant and rude, and either beat or scolded his opponents, the people he trained were really good. They were dressed neatly and had the style of a regular army.

Xie Wendong smiled with satisfaction: "You give the command to Lao Lei first and let him complete the task. Let's go in and drink, eat and watch the big show."

Bian Fei's smile froze immediately, and he was shocked: "Brother Dong, aren't we going to transport goods? I see that the rain tent is ready."

"Who said that you want to transport goods and have a rain tent doesn't have to transport goods, he will go to save people."

"Don't transport goods to save people" Bian Fei was stunned for a moment, and his mind turned around and understood. Xie Wendong, a bastard, played himself like a monkey. He thought Xie Wendong was going to ship the goods tonight, but who knew that he asked Dong Xinlei to save people

Needless to say, it is definitely the weapon expert named Chekhov. Chekhov himself has no value, but the key on him is of great significance.

Could it be that Xie Wendong knew Chekhov's whereabouts? Xie Wendong knew that he would form an alliance with Isis again

Thinking of this, Bian Fei couldn't calm down, and beads of sweat were falling from his forehead. He mustered up the courage and asked, "Who should I save?" Xie Wendong didn't hide it, and said lightly: "An old friend was arrested this morning. I think they want a ransom. Haha, no one dared to blackmail me yet."

Bian Feixin raised it to his throat. Sure enough, Xie Wendong already knew Chekhov's whereabouts. But how did he know? He has no roots or foundation in Iraq. Could it be that as rumored, the Dark Sky Eye has the ability to understand the world, and no one can hide it from it.

At this time, Bian Fei was no longer worried about whether his task could be completed, but whether his life could be saved. He didn't even dare to look at Xie Wendong's eyes, for fear of showing off his own strength because of panic.

Seeing that Bian Fei stopped talking, Xie Wendong patted his shoulder: "What's wrong with it?"

"No, no."

A long few seconds passed, and Bian Fei finally got his clue. Xie Wendong might have found Chekhov's whereabouts, but he was not exposed. Otherwise, with Xie Wendong's personality, he had been thrown into the river and fed the turtle, so how could he stand here smoothly

Thinking of this, Bian Fei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. No worries about life for the time being did not mean that it was safe. He also remembered that Donglin and Yuriozelov were still in the Mumumu Oil Refinery. If they were captured alive, all conspiracies would be made public. Even if he had eight heads, it would not be enough for Xie Wendong to cut them down.

Concerning his own safety, Bian Fei couldn't wait to say to Xie Wendong: "Brother Dong, I'll explain to them and let them follow all the orders of Brother Lei."

"Go."

Bian Fei walked forward and called the leaders of each military vehicle down, and told him that he would just obey the old-fashioned words such as Dong Xinlei's orders. While Dong Xinlei was not paying attention, he secretly said to a confidant: "Call Donglin and Yuriozelov quickly and ask them to withdraw from the Mumumu oil refinery, don't forget to take Chekhov's key away." Arab

My confidant remained silent, nodded, and turned around and left.

After the explanation was completed, Dong Xinlei and twenty white blood brothers got on the military vehicle under Bian Fei.

As soon as they left, the confidant quickly called Donglin and Yuriozelov of the refinery, and said that Xie Wendong's army would arrive at the refinery soon. He asked them to prepare in advance, and those who should run away ran away, and those who should take away should be taken away if they should be taken away, and those who cannot be taken away should be destroyed immediately.

Yuriozelov ran away with the key first, leaving Donglin to wipe his butt. He would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. I remember that he was a well-known figure in Moscow, but now in Iraq, he is not even a bullshit, and is commanded by a so-called colonel. After another inquiry, the leader was Dong Xinlei, the second leader under Xie Wendong. If he could catch this Dong Xinlei, wouldn’t he have an important weight to directly threaten Xie Wendong’s password and key.

Donglin, who was too brave to die of courage, starved to death, was used to being an old man, and actually wanted to fight Dong Xinlei directly.

The oil refined by the refinery is an important resource for ISIS to exchange weapons for certain countries, so there are not many people stationed here, at least more than 300, and they are all outlaws.

It is almost impossible for Dongxinlei to easily build a refinery and rescue Chekhov easily. Dongxinlei also understood this truth through the intelligence feedback from the Dark Sky Eye brothers. However, he was not worried at all, but he was not worried at all that Bian Fei and his men could use it as hard as they could.
Chapter completed!