hiss!

Everyone at the scene gasped, looked at Ji Er in shock and asked, "Old Ji, are you telling the truth?"

"That's impossible. How can a ghost mercenary be so powerful?"

Gil glanced around and said with a wry smile, "You still don't know what Miracle Group has allocated to this mercenary group?"

"Their full body weapons and equipment, as well as bulletproof auxiliary equipment, cost over $10,000 per person. These tanks and armored vehicles, while not considered advanced, are world-class."

"Furthermore, each of them has been rigorously selected, battle-hardened, and active on battlefields around the world for years. It's normal for them to defeat tens of thousands of rebels in a single day."

At this moment, the conference room fell into silence, and only the sound of people gasping for air could be heard.

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief or disbelief.

Gil continued, "According to the intelligence, I learned before I arrived that a fierce air battle broke out between a US military fighter formation and the Miracle Group's Iraqi formation."

"Furthermore, both sides deployed over forty top-tier fighter jets."

"So, that guy even dared to attack the US military, do you still think they dare not bomb?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the senior Iranian executives fell into deep thought.

They did not dare to gamble that if Miracle Group joined in this war and provided Iraq with a large amount of equipment, or even went deep into Iranian territory and carried out long-range bombing on major industrial areas, it would be a devastating blow to Iran.

Huo Meni said, "Alright, as to whether to fight or make peace, we'll have to wait until after this aerial battle."

"Let's adjourn this meeting."

Saladin and Gil looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned away.

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