In Tifariti, the headquarters of the six-nation anti-terrorist coalition forces. The Red Baron checked the report sent from him, then raised his eyes and scanned the armed chiefs of these secret agencies.

When the few secret society leaders saw him, they couldn't help lowering their heads, for fear that his eyes would stay longer on his face.

"This is what you have collected recently? It's all the same old thing, and there is no valuable information." The Red Baron shook his head.

"Recently, there hasn't been much movement in various aspects." One of the secret agencies couldn't help but said, "Brothers have worked very hard.

We obtained Moroccan defense intelligence, as well as the distribution of the forces of the Popular Front of Western Sahara. "

Hong Nanjue sneered, "It seems you are not convinced.

Then let me ask you, the intelligence of Hassan's troops and the intelligence of the mercenaries, why not? Didn’t find out, or did they do nothing at all? "

The head of the secret agency lowered his head, "They control very tightly. We can't get into their core team. We can only collect information through some surroundings.

It seems that they are mainly defensive, but their defensive deployment and related conditions are still under investigation. "

"Is it difficult?" The Red Baron sneered, "I also sent someone to inquire, do I have to find such a traditional way?

Make a call to the headquarters of the League of Six Nations, in the name of detecting terrorist movements. Let them call the U.S. military drone.

Within two hours, you can obtain complete enemy defense intelligence. All kinds of inquiries are much more efficient than you spend half a month looking for someone there.

Do you still use me to remind you of these things? What exactly does your intelligence team do?

If you really can't do this, it's better to go to the combat troops. However, I guess your IQ will not survive a few days in combat troops. "

The head of the secret society can only lower his head.

"As early as half a month ago, I informed you that there will be a big action next. I need you to collect all the information. But what exactly did you get?

Is this this garbage? ! "The Red Baron mocked, "How dare you defend yourself with such a low efficiency?" "

"Don't dare." The head of the secret agency intelligence team lowered his head.

"I haven't taken any action before, because I have been waiting for the opportunity. Do you really think that I don't care about anything, and start to be passive?" Red Baron sank.

"Absolutely not. We have been investigating intelligence on local armed forces in Western Sahara. I have submitted three relevant reports." The leader of the intelligence team whispered.

"What I want is valuable information. It's not such rubbish." The Red Baron raised his hand and smashed the report in his face.

The little head of the intelligence team dared not move.

Kagawa Kenichi walked up and said in a low voice, "Baron, our offensive plan has been worked out. The current intelligence is really of little value.

But in this operation, we completely avoided those areas controlled by local armed forces.

Therefore, their information should not be of much value to our actions. "

"If this is not the case. Do you think I would understate it like this?" The Red Baron smiled coldly and looked at other people in a blink of an eye. "I hope you all understand. This time, it will be our biggest action in Western Sahara.

If successful, the whole situation will be reversed in one fell swoop. So I can't tolerate any sloppy.

The war is coming, I hope everyone will cheer me up. "

"Baron... someone from the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorist Alliance is here." A militant hurried in to report.

"People from the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorist Alliance?" The Red Baron frowned. "What are they doing? Who are they here?"

"It seems to be an Englishman, maybe some kind of adviser? I haven't seen it before. It's called Cloverkill. It's a British general." The militant said cautiously.

"British? That should be a member of the advisory group at the headquarters of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance. Those people who come here are nothing more than a formality.

Find someone to show him around and let him know that we are all in good condition here. Anti-terrorism operations are proceeding in an orderly manner. "The Red Baron waved his hand.

"But this Englishman, he wants to see you by name." The militant looked embarrassed.

"He wants to see me?" The Red Baron was taken aback for a moment.

Not only was he stunned, but the leaders of the other secret agencies were also stunned.

Because although the Red Baron is their actual commander, he will certainly not show up in his capacity. So nominally, this unit is under the command of a colonel of the Orumi Federal Army.

Not to mention the people of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorist Alliance, even within the Orumi Federal Army, there are not many people who know the Red Baron.

How did this Englishman know?

Red Baron's eyes flickered, "He made it clear that he wants to see me?"

"Yes." The militant nodded. "He showed the relevant documents, and then asked to see you. And there are not many people with him."

"Interesting. The members of the advisory group of the Six Nations Anti-Terrorist Alliance actually know my existence?" Red Baron raised his eyebrows slightly, "How did he know about me?"

"Baron...that person is still waiting outside, do you see if you can just find an excuse to send him..." the militant whispered.

"No, bring him over to see me. I really want to know who this person is." The Red Baron waved his hand. "My identity is highly confidential, and I want to know how this person knows me."

"Yes, Baron." The militant nodded in relief, turned and walked out.

After a few minutes, a man in camouflage combat uniform walked in.

This man has gray hair and a stiff figure, looking like a standard soldier. From the crown and stars on his epaulettes, it appears that this man is a British brigadier general.

"Brigadier General?" The Red Baron looked at him, "Who are you?"

"Introduce myself, my name is Kolofkiel. When the Six Nations Anti-Terrorism Alliance was established, I was one of the members of the advisory group." The British smiled. "Once served in the British Airborne Special Service Group and the Special Support Group.

He is currently the head of the British military base in Africa. "

"I don't remember that we met. How did you know me?" The Red Baron looked at the Englishman.

"I think we met, and more than once. How else would I feel familiar with you?

Of course, there are more contacts between us in other ways, for example, we have always been in communication. "Clover Gere smiled.

"Are you kidding me? I thought the British are more rigid..." The Red Baron suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at the Englishman carefully.