As the early morning progressed, when the white fish belly in the east began to shine a new day of sunshine, the Russian presidential envoy team arrived from the eastern line with the sunshine. As the stars and night passed in the west, the NATO Military Observation Team, the United Nations Special Investigation Team, and the European Security Organization Investigation Team arrived one after another. Then, the Netherlands, the most killed, the presidential envoys, Malaysia, Indonesia, Germany, France and other countries, or the ambassadors to Wugrande, all kinds of high-standard teams seemed to have made an appointment and usually arrived back and forth.

Buck, who had not even wiped his eyes clean, and the ragged mercenaries were naturally driven to the surrounding hills and bushes to watch. The brightly dressed big men looked down on these mercenaries who had experienced the sudden battle last night. Even the Russian side, who might have paid money, would never admit that they were related to them.

This is really a chamber pot. When you need to use it, you will feel smelly after using it.

Fortunately, Buck was used to this psychological gap. He sat in the grass with dewdrops, looking at the politicians in the distance with some excitement as they began to lay wreaths of flowers for the wreckage, and choked up and performed his emotions in front of the camera. However, no one said that the remains were exposed to the sun in the summer sun in eastern Wogland all day before they came.

This is politics.

So Buck, who had just returned to China, hates politics so much. Even if he understands that politics is indeed a necessity for maintaining a country, he still hates it to the extreme. Any country is actually the same.

And now he felt something different.

There are also more media, including broadcast cars, cameras, and microphones everywhere. With some secret requests, the mercenaries gradually left the camera's sight and began to hand over the entire scene to the characters on the stage.

But then all the mercenaries realized what politics is.

An official from NATO security organization stood in front of the camera and talked. When watching Russian and other countries take over the black box symbolizing evidence from two militants, he actually said: "Given that there was a time when the black box had been out of the regulatory horizon of OSCE officials, we cannot rule out that this black box had been tampered with the contents!"

p>This spread, which made the mercenaries of Wugaland who were still laughing this morning stunned. Is this openly shameless?

If the evidence is not good for NATO, it is simply said that it has been tampered with?

Can you still have a bottom line for being a human being? Buck and the others looked at the Russian envoy who was angry in the distance, the unmoved envoys of other countries, leaving the scene on their own. Many mercenaries were so angry that they took the wages they had today and left in anger.

I feel that the evidence of the battle last night or the struggle to defend it was just a toy in front of these politicians.

This feeling of being fooled or hooligan can indeed easily make the little bit of passion in the hearts of mercenaries cold. This world is better to be realistic.

Barker felt that he should leave. So far, what he could do for China has done. The NATO or the Wogland government must have nothing to do with this tragedy. They are guilty and try to cover it up. Although countries like the Netherlands are clamoring to find the truth, it is just a gesture for the public to see, just look at how the chips on the table change hands.

Of course, Russia is not a good bird. It takes advantage of the situation to make the problem of eastern Wugaland big...

This is not a question that Buck considered. He was just a probe and stretched forward to a place where others could not reach to detect details for China, that's all.

Don’t think too much about deep-seated problems with tools.

After all, Britain, the United States and other countries are like Shaolin Wudang, and they are considered high-ranking sects. They say that you are the Demon Sect but the Demon Sect. This world is still a martial arts world, it depends on who has a big fist.

So throughout the morning, there were more politicians who showed their faces at the scene. Some of the wreckage cleaning staff and OSCE experts arrived one after another were all after noon. The big figures began to leave the scene and then began to enter slowly. What was a bit funny is that some mercenaries took off their military uniforms and put on the clothes of cleaners they had just sent, and started to make this money again.

Mercenaries are really meaty and vegetables, and they can do any job. I think the economic conditions of Wugeland are not good recently, so I have to seize every opportunity to support my family.

Buck just wants to return home early now, at least to Asia, and compare with Asia. Eastern Europe is really not as good as it is. It has been struggling for decades. People are not diligent and working hard to develop GDP. A person who sells candy and coffins can become president. This is too shallow. It is probably not as wealthy as a hereditary mayor and governor family in Southeast Asia. Moreover, this is an area that European and American countries are closely watching. It is no wonder that the blue shield is so poor that it has been so poor in the past few years!

To stay here, Buck probably can only support Katyusha if he works as a cleaner.

Buck, who understood the martial arts conference, refused the invitation of several mercenaries he knew to take on work elsewhere. He had tens of billions of dollars in his business to go back to deal with it. Instead of being followed by someone to know the location, it would be better to part ways early. After three o'clock in the afternoon, he called the leader and Buck's role in rushing to the forefront to obtain first-hand information had already been achieved, and he agreed to evacuate.

Even if the rifle was given before leaving, Buck took off his camouflage uniform outside and wrapped it in the folded rifle, put it on a special slip knot, fixed it on the side of his medical backpack, took off the camouflage scarf on his head, and reduced the characteristics of various armed personnel, he quietly walked along the road. As long as he crossed the area guarded by the anti-government forces and found a car, he could find the safest route to leave and go home. After all, he was not familiar with the surrounding terrain, so it was the most reliable to follow the road.

Because it was obvious at this time that too many convoys from all sides gathered on the only road nearby, and officials who left in the morning had to line up. Moreover, as government officials went deep into the area controlled by the anti-government armed forces, even if international friends were together, they still sent some military vehicles and wheeled armored vehicles together, which made the road that was originally insufficient to be blocked.

Buck might be quicker to walk like this, but when he walked about seven or eight kilometers, just like when he came, suddenly someone in the vehicle on the side of the road shouted at him in whisper: "Hey! You! Stop!"

The kind of bad tone was that Buck subconsciously flashed to the side just after hearing the sound, turned to look at it, and an angry face appeared in a gray van. Wasn't it the official who was shot in the abdomen by him? There were two guys in uniforms coming down on the side of the open car door!

It turns out that the wounded man had not walked far away with the official's car. It would be too easy to recognize even if the Asian face was only exposed, and he had nothing to fear. He made a middle finger at the other side and ran behind the hillside on the side of the road. While running, he pulled it casually, and the rifle fixed to the right side of the backpack fell off his hand neatly!

Listening to the sharp whistle behind him, Buck seemed to have returned to the poor Eastern European mercenary life...
Chapter completed!