Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

After Xia Jinyuan finished deploying, seven cold and hard voices sounded at the same time.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

…

The car arrived at the Andiken Auction House. As soon as it stopped, a few black men with submachine guns swept over.

They were holding very good submachine guns in their hands, but they were dressed casually. They didn't ask any questions and just pointed their guns at them. If they weren't in Mogadishu, people would have fainted from fright.

Spat parked the car stably. Without waiting for K7 and the other three to get down, he slammed the door forcefully and rushed over to shield the rest.

He said something ruthless. The black men quickly retreated and raised their hands to their foreheads to salute.

Lin Feng got out of the car and adjusted his expression. He didn't have the sharp aura of a soldier from his country anymore. He had returned to his current identity—a businessman with some status.

Spat spoke to Lin Feng and strode in with G3 and the other three. These black men with guns didn't dare to stop them at all. They were even a little respectful.

The Andiken Auction House was built underground just like the bar that they saw Lin Feng in tonight. The buildings above were destroyed, but everything below was intact.

Ye Jian stepped on the stairs and walked in. The first thing she smelled was diesel. The electricity below was all generated by diesel. That was why it was brightly lit.

The two sides of the entrance were guarded by black men with guns. And on their shoulders… there was a bullet belt to keep the ammunition flowing!

When they walked down the stairs, the lights were bright. The floor was covered with a high-quality carpet woven from camel fur. Crafts made from camel bones were hung on the walls. Just the corridor was decorated luxuriously and grandly.

In front of them was the hall. After entering the hall, there was an arched door with patterns. When they were about one meter away from the door, the closed door opened and a sexy black woman in a colorful dress came over to greet them.

She knew Lin Feng. Lin Feng greeted her too, "Allah blesses you."

The majority of the Masoli people believed in Allah. The Masoli bandits Ye Jian met in the morning believed in God.

The woman seemed to like Lin Feng very much. She walked over and took the initiative to hold his arm. At the same time, she greeted Spat.

Lin Feng didn't introduce anything to Xia Jinyuan. Now, they were all his bodyguards. As an employer, there was no need to explain to his bodyguards.

The seven special forces soldiers successfully infiltrated with Lin Feng and Spa. The soldiers outside could see the interior of the Andiken Auction House through the cameras Ye Jian and the rest carried.

The infrared cameras had already started scanning the environment. Xia Jinyuan, Ye Jian, and Z7 entered the auction venue with Lin Feng first.

The scene was transmitted over. Sparrowhawk was breathing heavily. The auction venue was like a boxing ring. There was a high platform in the middle. The only difference was that there were metal grids all around.

There were seats around the counter. The entire auction house was decorated luxuriously. Gold color was the main theme, but the carpet was red. When the two rich colors collided, it was easy to create a visual impact.

The chairs for the big shots were all high-backed and golden. The golden light was blinding.

There were four pirate leaders in Masoli. Four golden chairs were specially reserved for the leaders. No one else could sit on them.

There were a total of 12 high-backed golden chairs, which surrounded the entire auction hall. Besides the pirate leaders' golden chairs, which couldn't be sat on by anyone else, it was fine for employers to sit on the other eight chairs as long as they had some status.