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Their warriors are few in number and their training levels vary. As long as we plan carefully and focus our forces to launch a surprise attack on this tribe, we will have a great chance of quickly breaking through their defenses and seizing the vibranium we want.

In addition, the terrain near this tribe is also more favorable to us. There is a large jungle that can serve as our cover, making it difficult for Wakanda's surveillance equipment to detect our whereabouts. This jungle has dense vegetation, tall trees, and intertwined vines, forming a natural barrier. We can use the branches and leaves of the trees and the cover of the grass to approach the target quietly.

Once we succeeded, we had a plan for retreat. I had planned several routes, one of which was along a winding stream with steep canyon walls on both sides, which would effectively block the pursuers' sight and attack. Another route was through a thorny area, which would be more difficult to travel, but would make it difficult for the pursuers to catch up quickly.

To ensure a smooth retreat, I prepared high-performance all-terrain off-road vehicles as the main vehicles. These off-road vehicles have been specially modified with powerful power and suspension systems, which can easily cope with the complex terrain in the jungle. The vehicles are also equipped with jammers to interfere with possible tracking signals from Wakanda.

At the same time, I arranged special personnel to take charge of the cover work. The portable smoke grenade launcher carried was the "MZ-08 smoke grenade launcher", which can quickly release a large amount of dense and long-lasting colored smoke in a short period of time, effectively blocking the enemy's sight and creating favorable conditions for our retreat. There is also the "KJ-12 electronic jamming device", which can interfere with Wakanda's monitoring system in a large range, blurring its images and interrupting its signals. At the same time, it can block and interfere with the communication system, making it impossible for the enemy to transmit and receive information in time, buying time for our retreat.

In addition, I set up small bombs at key locations, and once the pursuers approached, I would detonate these bombs to create obstacles and chaos. In short, with this favorable terrain and a carefully prepared retreat plan, I was confident that I could get rid of the pursuit and successfully escape with the captured vibranium.

Fisk, I have done sufficient investigation and preparation. As long as we act quickly and plan carefully, this border tribe will be our easiest target.

This is my sincerity, what do you think? "

Fisk frowned, lost in thought.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Crowe firmly: “Crow, what you said sounds good, but we still have to be cautious.

After all, Wakanda’s strength should not be underestimated. Even this so-called weak border tribe may hide unexpected dangers.”

Crow nodded: "That's natural, so we still need to further refine the action plan to ensure that every link is foolproof.

I have contacted some top mercenaries and technical experts who will provide us with strong support."

Fisk lit up his cigar thoughtfully, not paying any attention to the characters smoking still on the walls around him: "Okay, Crow, let's follow your plan, but if something goes wrong, then I will take over the entire plan, and when the time comes, you have to listen to me when it comes to allocation."

Crowe showed a confident smile: "Don't worry, Fisk, this operation will definitely succeed, and soon we will become the richest people in the world."

"Hahaha, I hope so!"

Chapter 154 Barbecue

"Ok?"

As soon as Fisk got off the plane, he was immediately enveloped by the scorching sun.

The Moroccan airport in front of me was busy and noisy, and the planes on the tarmac reflected the dazzling sunlight, like a huge metal jungle. Heat waves rolled in the air, distorting the distant scene and making the horizon look unreal and wavy.

The lawn beside the airport runway has turned yellow and swayed feebly in the dry wind. The surrounding buildings are in typical North African style, with earthy yellow walls eroded by time and wind and sand, leaving mottled marks.

The mountains in the distance appear bare under the scorching sun, with only scattered drought-resistant plants dotted in between.

Outside the terminal, taxi drivers were loudly soliciting for business, their faces covered in sweat but still full of enthusiasm.

Passengers hurried by, dragging their luggage, trying to find a bit of shade.

"Let's go, it's too hot here!" Klaue got a towel soaked in ice water from somewhere and hung it over his head. He raised the towel in his hand and handed it to Fisk in a very sloppy manner.

"Would you like to have one?"

Fisk waved his hand, and his suit suddenly turned black.

A pure white eye appeared over Fisk's shoulder.

It gently opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth at Crow.

The temperature around Fisk suddenly dropped several points.

Crow swallowed.

But he didn't show much fear.

"Have you found the whereabouts of those symbiotes I asked you to find for me?" Fisk asked Klaue in a calm tone as he walked down the stairs.

Crowe didn't have time to speak.

The voice of riot came, "I can't feel their presence. This has never happened before... But I can be sure that they should be on this planet."

Did Fisk ask Lois about the whereabouts of those symbiotes?

The result was that he was robbed.

Those high-level vampires who were parasitized by the symbiote were robbed on their way back to the castle.

Including the high-level vampires that were parasitized.

Dozens of high-level vampires disappeared along with their shared bodies.

Louise also doesn't know where the symbiotes are.

However, it can make dozens of high-level vampires disappear without anyone noticing, and can isolate Riot from the perception of his own kind.

This is definitely not something that ordinary forces can do.

Fisk understood that it seemed that someone had the same idea as himself about the symbiote, and they sent people to kidnap other symbiotes.

The only one who stayed in the laboratory, Riot, became the survivor.

However, these symbiotes cannot be kept contained forever.

As soon as they reappear in this world, the riot will be immediately sensed.

However, Fisk is also determined to obtain those symbiotes.

Therefore, he was not prepared to wait for others to take action first. Instead, he asked Klaue to help him investigate and sent a message to Lester in the United States, asking him to use his connections in the US Department of Defense to find out who took action.

Crow shook his head. "I've asked someone to ask, but I don't have that much power. The other party is very careful in their work, so it's difficult to find any clues. But... is this thing really safe?"

As soon as Claw said this, Riot immediately glanced over. A murderous intent similar to that of a hungry beast quickly enveloped Claw, which made Claw swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Fisk's palm gently brushed over Riot's body, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Riot is not a gentle pet, but it doesn't matter. In front of me, it can only be a spoiled cat, am I right?"

"Of course!" Riot replied in a high-pitched voice, but his voice was exceptionally calm and gentle: "I am your most loyal subordinate, there is no doubt about that."

As soon as they got off the plane, a dozen pickup trucks drove over from a distance. Those pickup trucks were full of armed men. The gunmen following Fisk immediately became alert. They took out the disassembled guns from their backpacks and quickly reassembled them. Before those pickup trucks drove to their front, they successfully assembled all the guns and assigned their respective targets according to the previously divided combat teams.

Just waiting for Fisk's order to destroy all these pickup trucks.

Claude's eyes sparkled with gold.

As an arms dealer making a living in Africa.

He certainly knew how rare it was to be well-trained. Even the Americans, who were known as the heavenly soldiers, could not necessarily produce such an elite special forces team even though they had fought for so many years.

Stop bragging about Rangers and Navy SEALs.

If only they were useful.

While thinking about this question, Klaue raised his hand. The pickup trucks in the distance suddenly began to slow down, the heavy machine guns on the pickup trucks slowly pointed toward the ground, and everyone began to take off their scarves.

There are both blacks and whites, but whites are clearly in the majority.

Fisk suddenly frowned.

Fisk noticed a black man who looked abnormal. He stood in the crowd, and although he was wearing a loose robe similar to the people around him, his eyes were unusually alert, constantly observing the movements around him.

His skin looked particularly dark in the sun, but he did not have the lazy look that the locals have due to long-term exposure to the sun.

His posture was erect, his muscles tense, and he seemed ready for action at any time.

More importantly, his soul is orange.

To be more dazzling than the white souls of others.

You should know that according to Fisk's experience, the souls of ordinary people are white, and if they are not ordinary people, then their soul light balls are other colors.

"Are these your people?"

"Yes, he is a mercenary that I have been training since the year before last.

Of course, their main role is to attract fire.

After all, it takes time for us to escape.

And even if they survive in the end, they will all be silenced, thus buying us more time. "When Crow said this, there was no smile on his face anymore, but instead he looked extremely cold.

These mercenaries were former military members he had gathered from various North African countries.

The value of vibranium is beyond words, and more importantly, Wakanda has always regarded vibranium as its own personal property. Once it is robbed this time, they will definitely want to take back the stolen vibranium.

By that time, these mercenaries gathered from various African countries will disrupt Wagner's reconnaissance vision.

"Did you personally select all these people?"

Fisk seemed to be on to something.

The expression on Crow's face disappeared, and his tone was a little puzzled, "What's wrong? Did you find something wrong?"

"Hmm!" Fisk didn't say anything, but just glanced at Angela and Monica who were chatting on the side, and cast his eyes over. Angela handed the umbrella in her hand to Monica, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Soon, the pickup truck stopped in front of us.

All the mercenaries jumped off the pickup trucks and quickly stood in two rows, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, looking heroic.

Klaue did not pursue what Fisk had just said.

He knew that Fisk would not do anything without a purpose.

They are now tied to the same rope. Before the point of dividing the interests, there should not and cannot be any conflicts between the two.

Fisk actually asked the question.

This means that he will definitely give himself an answer.

Got in the pickup truck.

The convoy left the airport in a mighty manner.

Morocco is a fascinating North African country.

It has a long history and splendid culture, integrating the diverse characteristics of Africa, Europe and Arabia. There are modern cities such as Casablanca and ancient imperial cities such as Fez and Marrakech.

From the vast Sahara Desert to the magnificent Atlas Mountains, from the beautiful coastal scenery to the charming oasis, it is a famous tourist country.

But, here too, it’s confusing.

At the same time, corruption is rife.

However, this is not what Fisker wants to focus on.

This is just a transit station, and their final destination is the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

However, you will no longer be able to take international flights once you get there.

Because Wakanda is closed and conservative.