According to the previous arrangement, Buck was not qualified to give advice. He was a small foreign contractor company, or a special agent team escort team. Even the Ministry of Security issued him symbolic significance in this incident, and he had never given him any full authority to arrange command from beginning to end. Of course, Buck didn't think anything was wrong. After all, it was not a very dangerous thing, and this country would not be in chaos, so he thought the entire convoy plan was OK and he didn't say anything.

But before, I planned to send the convoy to a relatively low-key substation construction site in the suburbs of the city, and then notify people from Pearl to distribute the oil. This is the simplest and safest. At least the environment and walls around the construction site can be used to block this. In this regard, the US military also used various camps to complete the transportation work in Iraq.

Who knows which official in charge is so happy that he wants to show off such a thing?

From the bottom of Buck's heart, such aid should not be a charity or a big fanfare towards Lai Pearl. Maybe it's not worth making a fortune in silence, so don't care so much about face. It doesn't make a difference to show it to India, right?

Of course, this is the attitude of Buck, a sequelae of war that is difficult to conflict with people for ordinary things. Who knows what others think?

Perhaps it was the mentality of being used as a chamber pot and throwing it away after being used?

In short, the convoy is now completely in the spotlight, and everyone can find the route of the convoy. If it is to cause an impact, it may be better to achieve results in the city than in the wilderness!

Only when words like Niang Xipi flashed through his mind, Buck was already shouting in Woogra and English in the intercom system: "Get out! Get off the car, assemble into a formation, rush to the front of the car, drive away the thugs..."

With a bang, a brick or some stone hit the windshield on the front of the car. This is not a special vehicle for riot prevention. The glass immediately unfolds the spider web pattern, and the situation is urgent!

From Buck's perspective, there are about ten cars in front, and the main crowds are concentrated in front, and they are all sparse here, with about hundreds of people... There are still more than 40 people in his hands!

Many of the people who wave flags in their hands or pick up stones to smash cars have red cloth straps on their heads... This can only be called thugs, right?!

Li Xudong approached the car door and jumped down as soon as he pushed it. While shouting to him, he grabbed the intercom on the center console of the tanker truck and apologized to the old driver: "You can just watch other vehicles move later..." For the situation where the road is not spacious, this large tanker truck that moves more than ten or twenty meters at any time is really like an elephant in an alley, and it is absolutely impossible to turn around.

The top students on the truck tanker were the first to land. Under the dim and chaotic street lights, the first thing Li Xudong saw was that they were carrying the backpack that had never left their body!

After landing, I pulled the backpack agilely and opened it, but instead of taking out some equipment from the backpack, I pulled the zipper head that was originally on the top of the bag from both sides to the bottom, then divided the entire hard shell bag close to the rectangular shape into two pieces in front and back, so I flipped the inside and out!

The ordinary backpack actually turned into a black tactical vest!

Moreover, there are several magazine bags and other sporadic equipment in the front, and a standard vest with fluorescent strips on the back, which has a bulge-like thickness in the front and back. It is obvious that a filler bulletproof board is added inside the vest!

Although the magazine bags are not allowed to be brought in, the magazine bags are empty, but now they are filled with mineral water bottles. The slender bag of the pistol magazine and muffler was inserted on the side and pulled out the black tactical stick, and instantly turned into a semi-armed security officer!

Buck was afraid that these high-precision scalpels would be damaged, and kept shouting in English in the intercom system: "Assemble! Formation! Can't rush forward alone! Get close to the nearest teammate..."

I still have to thank him for his experience. There were more than 20 cars. If anyone else had thought about it, it would be almost one person in each car. But Buck habitually maintained his combat effectiveness and was scattered. However, there were two people in the car, and at first, there were people in both cars.

So the few people in front jumped out of the car and could immediately form a small defense circle, but the bad news was that they were immediately surrounded: "Request for support!" And the shout with metallic sound was obviously accompanied by fighting!

The situation is even more urgent!

Buck could only grit his teeth and demanded: "Hold on! Hold on to this short time... the others gathered immediately! Assembled towards... the tenth car!" The voice was a little roaring, I was anxious!

Perhaps there is a more planned change that leads to anger in the current situation!

A qualified commander should be as calm as a machine at this time, but Buck is really a little annoyed!

This shouldn't have been like this!

The top students behind were a little excited and rushed to Buck's vicinity with a stick. The two of them took two more steps in a group and then added two more. Soon, a dozen people gathered beside Buck and followed the boss carrying big bags to rush forward. In fact, there were no cars on the opposite lane, and there were only demonstrations who were almost striding like them. Buck noticed that the ethnic appearance of these people seemed to be a little different from what they saw in the capital these two days. At least the clothes were different from those of the capital citizens.

The whole street is now filled with footsteps, loud shouting and slogans, and various sounds of stones hitting vehicles and glass!

But these people had not had physical contact with Buck and the others at this time. Everyone was running forward in unison. There was an area where people gathered with people and many people. Only people could see their heads moving.

Buck hung the walkie-talkie of the tanker on his shoulder strap, freed up his hand and pulled out a stick. He was a little busy and something inappropriate thoughts seemed to flash in his mind, but in such a messy situation, it just flashed by!

The sound of umgra finally came from Buck's headphones. The first leading vehicle drove completely in the wrong direction. He turned two or three hundred meters at the intersection where he thought he was heading to the construction site and then turned around and returned. Now he could only meet the golden eagles of the last van gathered together and reported their direction calmly: "There are two hundred meters left!"

The length of more than twenty cars is more than three or four hundred meters!

Although there is not much combat experience here, thanks to the super high-quality combat skills, these top students have quickly gathered around Buck, and even the group closer to the first two cars) chose to gather first without hesitation. At this time, two or three people rushed forward in sporadic ways, only knowing how to beat dogs with meat buns, without any use. Only when everyone gathered together can they form a combat impact force.

Buck glanced around and realized that almost everyone was here. Only the four top students who were the first to run two cars were surrounded and pointed forward: "Protect your head, rush in in the shape of a triangle arrow, and rescue them! Close to your comrades beside you!"

"Keep formation!"

Almost many voices were shouting in unison: "Keep the team!"

At this time, there is no need to talk about the intercom system, just use such shouts to cheer yourself up!

Even if they are not professional masters of bare hands fighting, these elite soldiers have no problem with the basic skills of military fist or armed fighting. After a slight adjustment, they immediately rushed towards the black thugs like a group of tigers down the mountain!

A master who was supposed to be a mortar at the front waved his telescopic steel bar and hit the wrist of a thug who had just raised a stone to smash it!

The entire sharp cone-like formation is like a knife cutting butter and poking it smoothly!

At this time, Buck was like he was in the blue shield before. He didn't have to rush to the front, or even to do it. He wrapped himself in the center of the triangle charge formation, followed by step, looked left and right to observe the situation, and pressed the walkie-phone on his shoulder with his left hand: "Convoy! Convoy... can you hear me talking? As long as we rush the person in front, the front car will start immediately and rush out of this area... It seems that it is just the behavior of a small number of thugs."

As soon as the walkie-talkie came to understand with an accent, Buck's face suddenly changed drastically!
Chapter completed!