Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1167 Ghost Must Die, Secret Operation

Country F, Ivia.

Black building.

Zaka, the leader of the rebel group, is receiving an agent from the United States CIA.

This agent is Jackla's subordinate, his name is Vance, deputy, dog-headed military officer.

"According to the agreement, Xhaka, you must act immediately according to the agreement. You can't delay any longer. The ghost has appeared."

To be honest, Zaka was not happy about being led by the nose. Even though he dared to rise up against the government because of Vance's funding, it did not mean that he did not have his own political demands.

"The place you are talking about is a factory of Yan Country. There are more than 200 Yan people in it. It is possible to deal with the ghosts of Yan Country, but killing so many Yan people at once will completely offend Yan Country. How can I develop after I gain power?"

In Country F, no matter which government is in power, they all want to get funding from Country Yan. And Yan has never been stingy with its funding for Country F. It gives people and money to those who are asked for. Even black people from Country F who go to Yan to develop have a very high status.

"You are separated by the beautiful ocean and don't know the situation here. After the war, I still need to govern this country..."

Vance interrupted him and said coldly, "I don't want you to tell me that this feeling is from us. Without us funding you, you have no cards. Do you understand? All the weapons in your hands were obtained by the CIA. You should learn to say thank you. I don't like your attitude."

"If you insist on doing this, there will be a power outage starting tomorrow, and your weapons and ammunition will be cut off. Your fate will not be good, and you, Zhaka, will not be good either. Do you understand?"

"You have no more cards to play. You can only accept our boss's agreement. You have no choice."

"Then there's no room for negotiation."

Zaka stood up angrily, and the men beside him pointed their guns at Vance.

But Vance showed no fear, just smiled coldly.

"Have you thought about it? Do you want to do this? We can help you and others. It's useless for you to kill me. After I die, the news will spread back and you will be dead on the street tomorrow."

Zaka stared at Vance, his eyes twitching constantly. He knew that this guy was not exaggerating. Without the funding of the American forces, he would not be able to rise up. The leaders of the forces opposing them were all dead.

"Attack, attack that damn Chinese factory..." Zaka's whole body was tough, but his mouth was soft, and he ordered his men to start action.

Seeing this, Vance nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, you are a wise leader. We will continue to support you until you ascend the throne. Let Ghost be the founder of your throne."

"Prepare lunch for me and I'll eat here."

……

Dozens of militants wearing colorful masks and camouflage uniforms appeared in the desert, preparing to board the plane.

The leader took out a photo and passed it around.

"This is our target this time. He is a ghost from Yan Country. The leader has said that ghosts must die. Did you remember that?"

"remember!"

The leader gestured: "No one related to him can be left alive. We can't let the Yan people know that it was us who did it. Do you understand?"

"clear."

After the conversation, everyone got on the plane and flew towards a factory in the desert.

Half an hour passed.

At a Chinese factory located less than 60 kilometers from Yidi, workers were packing their bags and preparing to evacuate because the militants were approaching.

This is a Chinese factory established to support the construction of Country F. It has national political significance. However, from the factory director to the engineers inside, no one could have imagined that there would be traitors coming here. There is no choice but to retreat first. In front of them, the navy is waiting for them.

The factory is owned by Chinese, but many of the workers inside are locals. According to Yan Country’s principles, they cannot watch these people die in the war, so before the retreat, the person in charge told everyone that no matter which country they are from, they will be arranged to leave.

Upon hearing this, the locals of Country F shed tears. They all knew that if they stayed here, they would definitely die.

When everyone was about to leave, the iron door in front was pushed open from the outside with a loud noise.