The plane did not stop here, so Dasha didn't want to waste time to understand the situation.

Because no matter how much you know, the kidnappers are asking for ransom. It is impossible to let you know where they are? It is better to let the driver look for them.

The driver did not brag. Half an hour later, a camp appeared in his field of view.

This place is close to the edge of the desert, and the entire camp is built with tents. It is called a tent, but in fact it is just a few wooden sticks to support a few pieces of cloth.

Several hostages were tied to poles, looking listless, and I don’t know how long it took to eat and drink.

The driver looked at Dasha: "The mission is completed. I lower the height, you guys are ready to raid."

Dasha patted his shoulder: "Thank you brother, I'll turn the money now."

The pilot smiled. He was a Dutch man and his plane made a living by doing these jobs.

The sound of the plane obviously alarmed the kidnappers. They got up one by one, pointed their guns at the plane, and started shooting without hesitation.

The pilot was naturally experienced and did not land above their heads. He would not take risks with his plane and live on this old guy.

The plane dives, about one kilometer away from the camp, and the altitude is reduced to 500 meters.

Dasha was about to put the rope ladder, but unexpectedly the driver rushed towards the camp with a joystick.

The driver shouted: "Fight for you once, prepare to jump right away!"

The team members naturally understood what he meant, that was, they were preparing to lower the plane to a height where they could jump directly, and they could not use the rope ladder.

A group of robbers had just relaxed and thought the plane had flew away, but they didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, they flew back again. They once again picked up their weapons to prepare for shooting.

But this time the height was too low, and the plane almost rushed towards them by the ground. The huge airflow of the propeller blew them one by one, and they rushed to escape.

At this time, thirty fully armed mercenaries had already jumped down, and the moment they landed, all kinds of weapons in their hands had opened fire.

They were just local mobs, and they could not beat Dasha's group. They started to scatter and escape in just one round.

However, these mercenaries obviously did not intend to let them go and kept chasing them behind. By the time they all fled into the desert, the number had decreased by two-thirds.

Three fools walked towards the hostages, a total of five, two of them were already unconscious and thirsty.

They quickly loosened the hostages and fed some glucose.

At least, although these people had some trauma, they were not serious. They were shock caused by lack of water. They woke up quickly.

The robbers had several cars, but Dasha and the others naturally requisitioned them, loaded the hostages into the car, and drove to the construction site.

After more than an hour, I finally arrived at the construction site. The person in charge saw that they had rescued the hostages, so he naturally thanked him very much.

The assassin was sarcastic: "Don't fool people with their mouths. If you have sincerity, you will get more rewards. I'm renting a helicopter more than you."

The manager looked embarrassed: "You know, we are a state-owned enterprise and have a financial system, and I can't decide by myself."

The assassin disagreed: "You can decide the money for eating, drinking and having fun at your own expense, right?"

The manager didn't say anything anymore. He knew it was useless. He understood everything. What could he do? He could decide everything and wouldn't run to this place where birds don't poop.

The workers cheered, and everyone knew.

If you encounter danger here, look for a wolf warrior and you will always respond to your request.

But they are all workers and have no money to give to the team members. They can only take out their own specialties in their hometowns and invite the soldiers to eat them.

The team members were not polite and ate as soon as they took it. What are they all polite?

The manager invited everyone to the restaurant for dinner. Dasha didn't want to go, but seeing how tired his comrades looked, he decided to go.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw a table of scarce vegetables. I couldn't help but complain. I was so fucking reluctant to save my life and I wouldn't lose myself at all.
Chapter completed!