"It's Michelle Silver Wolf again?" Conan frowned.

"At least there is a possibility of more than 80%." Maklovsky whispered, "but I think this is an opportunity for us to hit the Black Island military company seriously."

"Hurt the Black Island Military Company?" Conan frowned.

Maklovsky pointed to the map and said, "This is a map of northern Anmor. There are at least six oil production areas, which belong to several major oil companies. If the secret society wants to protect them, it must invest considerable efforts. "

Conan nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is."

"If we can make their **** operations fail, then the reputation of the Black Island Company will be greatly damaged. Don't forget, they are businesses. Some people say that if God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. And I think that to destroy the Black Island Company, they must first make them infamous.” Makovsky said slowly.

"It's useless to kill their people. The Great Africa 6 is full of mercenaries and cheap soldiers everywhere. Even if you kill thousands of them, they can quickly replenish them with their financial resources. But credibility is something like that. Once lost, it’s hard to come back. When everyone thinks the Black Island military company is unreliable, they have only one way, and that is to close the door.” Conan’s eyes moved, “If we can let this servant who dominates Africa in recent years The Bing Company has suffered successive miserable defeats, so they will not be able to hang on themselves."

"That's what it means. They are fighters, but at the same time, they are also merchants who provide military services. If you want to defeat them, you must think like a merchant." Maklovsky nodded.

"But how can they make their operation in Anmore completely fail this time?" Conan hesitated.

"To cut the snake, the head of the snake must be cut off. This time they have deployed so many people in Anmore, it is impossible to fight separately. There must be a command center responsible for coordinating the **** operations of each oil extraction area. If we find them out This command center, and destroying it. It is equivalent to cutting off the snake's head. Then there is only a torso that is not threatened enough, but can only be struggling." Maklovsky slowly said. "The blockade I arranged is to restrict those oil companies and increase pressure on them, and on the other hand, it is also to force the Black Island Company to surface at the command center in Anmore."

"So that's the case." Conan nodded.

"Look at the locations of these oil production areas. Originally, I thought that their most likely command base location was most likely here. But judging from their attack on our No. 2 checkpoint, I have some ideas. Not allowed. Because theoretically speaking, this is the most likely location to be attacked." Makovsky frowned, "They don't have to take a short distance and detour to attack this second checkpoint."

"Could it be that they were arguing about it?" Conan pondered.

"I'm not sure about this at the moment, but I don't rule out the possibility. No matter who their commander is, this action is indeed a bit beyond my expectations. Although I have arranged every checkpoint. I was an ambush, but obviously my plan still fell through. The attacker was obviously a very capable unit." Maklovsky nodded.

While the two of them were discussing carefully, someone came in from outside, "Report!"

"What's the matter?" Conan turned around.

"Our checkpoint was attacked." The armed members of the secret society who came in whispered.

Conan frowned, "Checkpoint No. 2 was attacked more than an hour ago. We have already received the news from the radio. Your intelligence is too slow. Why are you reporting now?!"

"Reporter Chief, it is not Checkpoint No. 2, this time it is Checkpoint No. 1." The secret agency armed personnel could only whisper.

"What? Checkpoint No. 1?" Maklovsky slammed his face, rushed to grab the militant, "make it clear, when is it?"

"Just a few minutes ago. I came to report immediately after receiving the news." The secret agency militant said nervously.

"Checkpoint No. 1 is near ExxonMobil's oil production area. What's going on there?" Marklovsky said immediately.

The secret agency militants whispered, "There is no movement in the oil company's mining base, and the mercenaries there have not moved, and have not come out at all."

Maklovsky loosened the militant's collar, walked back in stride, turned to look at the map on the wall, and shook his head repeatedly, "This is impossible and unreasonable!"

"What's wrong?" Conan whispered.

"If the personnel stationed inside the oil company did not move, then there is only one possibility and that is done by other mercenaries. Moreover, it is very likely that the group who attacked Checkpoint No. 2 did it more than an hour ago. "Maklovsky walked back and forth, "But there is a weirdness in it. Because there are two other checkpoints, No. 4 and No. 5, between Checkpoint No. 1 and Checkpoint No. 2, if they just want to If you attack a checkpoint, why should you let the closer one go and attack the farthest one?"

Conan was also a little confused, "Yes, what's going on? The closest to checkpoint No. 2 is checkpoint No. 5, which is only a half-hour drive away. If they want to make trouble, they should also target there. Will skip there and drive straight in, attacking Checkpoint No. 1? What is the current situation?"

"They are very fierce, and our casualties are huge. Moreover, the mobile units deployed around were ambushed when they tried to go back to checkpoint No. 1 for reinforcements, and suffered heavy losses." The secret agency said in a low voice.

"How is it possible? We obviously have an ambush force around us, as well as a mobile force ready to reinforce it. How come we encounter such a thing? How many people are there?" Conan grabbed the secret society militant and shouted. Tao.

"I, I don't know." The secret agency militant turned pale.

"Let go of him." Maqlovsky said calmly. "It seems that we still underestimate these attackers. Their tactics are quite tricky, and they often act out of our expectations. They do this because they want to let them go. We can't figure out their rules of action. We can't judge the specific location of their headquarters."

Maklovsky stared at the map and said, "Go ahead and let the other checkpoints be fully guarded. If something happens, immediately warn you."

"What? Could it be..." Conan's face changed drastically.

"Mr. Conan, this is a very long night, anything can happen." Maqlovsky said with a heavy face.