The U.S. military's largest joint flintlock exercise in Africa was held as scheduled. Troops from all over the world gathered in the exercise field to conduct coordinated drills.

As expected by Lin Rui and others before, the exercises were carried out in strict accordance with the schedule.

On Tuesday, the personnel inside the base began to mobilize to participate in their respective exercises.

On Wednesday, most of the U.S. military personnel and some security personnel of the Trident Company had left the base.

On Thursday, the number of US troops participating in the exercise at the base was greater, and the base’s original defense force was suddenly reduced by half.

On a street just outside the base, an ordinary black man was standing in an unobtrusive corner.

He looked no different from a local who was hanging out. Black people like this can be encountered at every street corner almost every day.

But this black man is different. There is a communicator hidden in his sleeve. Seeing no one around him, he used his sleeve to wipe his face, but he was actually making a wireless call.

"The U.S. military has left. Ten minutes ago, their last vehicle to participate in the exercise had driven out of the base." The black man lowered his voice.

Hidden micro communicator, a voice came from the headset, "Reporting the security situation of the US military base."

"I have been observing for ten minutes and there is no sign of abnormality. All personnel are doing business as usual. It seems that the security level has not been lowered, but it has not been deliberately strengthened. Everything remains the same as before." The black man whispered.

There was silence in the communicator for a while, and a voice came again, "Keep staring."

"How long do I need to stare at?" The black man lowered his voice, "I should have reported ten minutes ago. Because of your request, I stayed here for ten more minutes.

Do you want me to wait a little longer? It's okay to wait, you have to give me at least one time, right? "

The voice in the communicator is beyond doubt, "Continue to stare. You are not allowed to leave without my permission. I will inform you when the surveillance will be lifted."

"Understand, it's over." The black man took the sleeve with the communication headset hidden from his ear. He turned around and picked up a basket from the ground beside him, wandering around and squatted down on the side of the street.

He chose a very clever angle, not facing the gate of the US military base, but facing his back.

But he can pass. The glass reflections of the roadside buildings clearly see the condition of the US military base.

Obviously he is also a trained and professional surveillance staff. He knows how to hide himself, and he also knows how to complete his tasks in a hidden state.

For more than two hours, there was a basket in front of him, and the black man disguised as a hawker hadn't moved.

Occasionally, he also does business with a few customers, and the rest is more time. He was sitting on the ground, the basket in front of him, in the basket was some local fruits.

After a large number of US troops left, the base seemed particularly quiet. The time had come to noon, and the sun became intense.

The black peddler selling fruits was a little groggy by the sun. But even so, he still pays attention to the movement of the base from time to time.

Finally, a shock came from the sleeves of the black hawker. The hawker looked around vigilantly, then grabbed his sleeve and put it to his ear, pretending to wipe the sweat from his face.

"I am... the current situation is normal and there is no obvious mobilization of the U.S. military. Yes, the security situation is still the same as before." He whispered in a wireless headset hidden in his sleeve.

"Stay there, don't move. Five minutes later, someone will walk to the side of the road where you are setting up a stall. This person will **** your basket from you and run towards the U.S. military base.

You have to call for help to let everyone know that you were robbed. But don't chase it personally, do you understand? "The person in the communicator whispered.

"Understood, but what else do I need to do?" the black man asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to do anything, just do what I explained to you. In addition, after the communication is over, throw away the communicator. This is the end of your task and you can evacuate by yourself." The person in the communicator whispered road.

The black man looked around, and there were only a few people on the street. The most recent terrorist attack happened near this street, so there have been a lot fewer people on the street these days.

The black man looked down at the basket in front of him. The unknown fruit in it was the cheapest kind of fruit in the local area.

He couldn't help but want to complain that these red tide **** didn't pay attention to details at all. Who would grab such cheap fruit?

But then his face changed. He suddenly realized that perhaps the problem was seen, and that was what the Red Tide team thought.

Chi Tide asked a team member to come over, **** his cheap fruits, and then ran towards the base.

Coupled with his loud cry for help, the guards at the base must have thought something was wrong.

With the lessons learned from the terrorist attack a few days ago, the guards at these bases must be nervous.

Seeing a person holding a basket of fruit, desperately rushing to the base. These guards will definitely come forward to stop it. In the case of no results to dissuade, these guards will inevitably fire.

Once they fired, all their attention would be focused on the door of this base. Other places will be ignored.

These red tide team members are trying to use themselves to attract attention. The black vendor cursed secretly and immediately removed the hidden communication device.

This matter will definitely cause considerable riots, and he is likely to be interrogated as well. If found, he still has a communication device on his body, which will be a big trouble.

The black peddler immediately took down the hidden communication equipment, without being noticed. I planed a shallow pit with my hands, buried the communication equipment in it, and covered it with soil.

After doing all this, the black peddler continued to sit there, continuing to pretend to do business.

At this time, a thin black youth walked by the roadside. He was wearing a red vest and his feet were bare.

As he passed the stall of the black hawker, the black man in the red vest stopped and briefly talked to the black hawker.

I probably want to ask about the price of these fruits. The black hawkers have also been notified long ago, knowing that all of this is acting, and the goal is to attract security personnel in the base.

So he didn't panic, and calmly communicated with the black man. There was a brief bargaining.

The black man in this red vest. Probably because the price did not agree, stood up a little annoyed. But as soon as he got up, he grabbed the hawker's basket and ran with the basket.

The black peddler seemed to be caught off guard. He himself was sitting on the ground. Seeing that the basket was stolen, he could not catch up if he wanted to get up and chase him. Can only shout in the same place-"Robbery."