My Phone Can Swipe Money

America is helpless

At one o'clock in the morning in Africa time, which was four or five o'clock in China, the French reinforcements finally arrived. The ones who came to support were the American Global Response Team, that is, the C1 team of the Delta C team, a total of .30 people.

The leader is Major Solomon of C Team, who is also an old acquaintance of Dino. They once trained together at the Hunter School, but the difference is that they work for different objects.

"Dino, long time no see. I heard you're in trouble?" Solomon jokingly found Dino who was looking forward to it after the helicopter stopped.

"Damn it, don't talk about it. I'm going to die of worry now, a whole group of people are trapped there." Dino smiled wryly.

"Oh? Tell me about the situation? Do you need to call for air support? Isn't it just a group of snakes?" Although he came to support, he hadn't had time to understand the specific situation.

Dino smiled wryly and said, "If it's a group of snakes, I don't need to ask for support. You can watch the video we just shot for yourself."

After speaking, Dino played the footage captured by the camera on the Hummer just now to the people in Delta.

"Oh, shit, have you stabbed the nest of poisonous snakes?" Seeing the densely packed poisonous snakes on the screen, Solomon's legs were also weak.

He has dealt with many sensitive matters, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation today.

"Have you found out the reason? Are there any suspects?" Solomon looked at the snakes on the screen and wondered. It stands to reason that many snakes on the screen do not belong to Africa at all, especially some snakes are "specialties" of the United States. "How could it appear in Africa?

Dino shook his head and said: "There is no evidence that it is man-made. Before you came, Art and I checked the sentry's tactical helmet for the first time, and there was no suspicious person in the camp's surveillance."

"How is it possible? This is obviously an Australian brown snake, and isn't this an American rattlesnake?" Solomon looked disbelieving.

Art said at this time: "Major Solomon, although we don't want to admit it, it is true. According to our French zoologists, the most reliable guess is that Captain Wien accidentally dug a snake's nest, which led to such a situation. There are a lot of venomous snakes infested, and what's more terrible is that the Prime Minister just sent us a report that these venomous snakes are in estrus and are extremely aggressive."

"What? This is troublesome, please tell me the details later." Solomon said with a grim expression.

Dino winked at Art, and Art nodded and walked to the projector to explain: "Currently we have photographed more than 60 types of venomous snakes with the Humvee armored vehicle.

All of them are lethal, and more than 30 of them are species that can kill people within three minutes. "

"This is very difficult." Solomon said helplessly. They only brought more than 10 kinds of anti-venom serum this time, and they did not have serum for many snakes in the video.

"Not only that, according to the footage taken by the Humvee armored vehicle, more than 30 members of the foreign legion have died and two were injured." Yate sighed.

"Injured?" Solomon muttered, frowning.

Dino explained: "One of the two injured was on the finger, and the other was on the foot. They cut off the bitten place with a knife at the first time. Although they lost a lot of blood, they managed to save their lives."

"So that's how it is." Solomon's face became even more ugly. He bit his finger and toe and was about to cut off the bitten part directly. One can imagine how poisonous the snake inside was.

"So what are you going to do now? Use a flamethrower?" Solomon asked.

Art shook his head and sighed: "The flamethrower doesn't work, we just tried it, and it didn't work when the flamethrower operator was bitten back."

"Then, how about we use the helicopter to take all the snakes away?" Solomon continued to ask.

"Don't do it." Dino and Yate said in unison.

Looking at Solomon's puzzled eyes, Dino couldn't help crying and saying, "The tents in the camp cannot withstand the airflow from the helicopter. Without the shelter of the tents, everyone in the camp will die."

"What about the protective clothing? Put on the protective clothing and use the flamethrower to get the snakes off the tent, and then use the car to remove the people inside?" Solomon asked unwillingly.

"This doesn't work either. The protective clothing with the density of the snakes inside may not be effective, and it is said that there are king cobras over 3 meters and brown snakes over 2 meters in it. It will be troublesome if they get entangled. We had a The equipment manager put on the explosion-proof suit and still couldn't walk three meters away." Yate said helplessly.

"Then what are you going to do?" Solomon made several proposals in a row, but they were all rejected by the other party, which made him unable to do anything now.

Dino smiled wryly and said, "Now we have no choice but to let the locals use their own methods to clean up. However, the local snake catchers are all in the hands of warlords. It will take time to call so many people over."

"Would you like to try incendiary bombs? Throw incendiary bombs in a small area, and then move forward step by step." A Delta team leader suggested.

The eyes of the three officers lit up, and this seemed to be a solution. The point is that the members in the camp don't have much time to spend.

"OK, Bill is in charge of this operation." Solomon looked at his subordinates with admiration.

"YES guarantees completion of the mission."

At Bill's suggestion, the crowd planned to continue carrying the flamethrowers in five Humvee armored vehicles, following behind the pickup truck borrowed from the locals.

After the people in Picari threw incendiary bombs in front of them, they cleared a road leading to the tent, and then the fire-breathing operator killed the remaining poisonous snakes around.

This time, in order to cooperate with the incendiary bombs, all Humvees were replaced with tracks. The pickup truck is only responsible for throwing incendiary bombs towards the designated place on the periphery.

After watching the convoy continue to set off in a mighty manner, Dino felt extremely aggrieved in his heart. If it wasn't for taking care of the people in the tent, he would have razed this place to the ground.

"The left 3-1-2 throws 2, and the right 4-1-3 throws 4." Delta members also put on protective clothing and followed behind the Humvee armored vehicle.

Holding the night vision goggle, Bill kept calculating with his men the amount of incendiary bombs used and the direction of the vehicle.

"Left 3-3-2 fires 2, right 4-4-2 fires 1."

As the incendiary bomb opened the way, countless venomous snakes entangled together were grilled into meat skewers, sizzling with fire and emitting a smell of cooked meat.

But now is not the time to hold a BBQ. Everyone is very nervous, because no one knows if a poisonous snake will kiss their necks in the next second.

In terms of the toxicity of the poisonous snake here, if an important part is kissed by KISS, it is basically possible to go to see God.

"Stop, the flamethrowers are starting to clear the field." After arriving at the designated location, Bill asked all the flamethrowers to get out of the car and start strangling the remaining snakes.