My name is Mattia, I am a member of the Shadow Mad Dog Team, and my military rank is second lieutenant.

Yesterday, my superiors sent me an order that my unit would temporarily follow Brigadier General Isis' orders and head to our destination, the town of Maseo.

I have pure South American blood, and I am one of the few people who is fluent in the South American language, and I can carry out the orders given to us by our superiors.

In front of me was Captain Oakley, leader of the local guerrilla group.

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Oakley drove the jeep and said to Mattia, "Lieutenant Mattia, be careful when entering the town of Maseo. There are some local citizens dressed as Metaidan soldiers. There is only a businessman who comes to purchase supplies and will only stay for a day or two."

"The reason why the US Army pretended to be local citizens is because those people have South American blood, or like me, I have pure South American blood."

"Not only that, there are also those local traitors."

The jeep drove to the checkpoint of the ancient town of Marseille and was stopped by the Metaidan American army stationed there.

"What are you doing here?"

Oakley greeted the soldier in a businessman's tone: "Officer, I come here to purchase supplies. Officer, have you forgotten that I come here several times a month?" Oakley smiled.

"Don't pretend to be familiar with me. Where is your pass?" the soldier said righteously.

When Oakley took out the pass, Mattia saw from the corner of his eye that there was money in the folded pass in Oakley's hand.

The soldier secretly put the bill in his pocket while checking the pass, and then said with a serious look: "Go, don't cause trouble with me."

The jeep entered the town. Mattia looked in the rearview mirror and saw the soldier who collected the money dividing the loot with his colleagues.

“It seems that money can solve many problems.”

Ogli shrugged and nodded, "Indeed, these soldiers live from day to day. They don't know if they will be attacked by the enemy tomorrow, and they don't know if they will be alive tomorrow. For them, they can make money during the workday and use the money to enjoy themselves after the rest."

Wherever the jeep passed, Mattia would observe the entire surroundings.

"There are many women standing on the street here."

"Alas, if it weren't for the attack by the United States, which caused our South American allies to suffer, how many women would be willing to sell their bodies? Now it's nothing more than to survive and make a living."

The jeep arrived at the door of a grocery store. When the two got out of the car, there was a noise coming from the restaurant opposite.

It turned out that the American soldiers stationed there were causing trouble, and several American soldiers beat up a waiter.

"Fuck, so what if I touch your woman?"

"Without us, you wouldn't have a good life."

"It is an honor for you to have your woman serve us."

A waitress who looked somewhat pretty was about to rush to protect her man, but another burly soldier grabbed her and started to touch her all over.

The waitress cried and begged for mercy, but the soldier who molested her was very proud and kept laughing while touching her.

Another soldier was filming with his mobile phone and providing narration.

"Oh, it feels so good, so comfortable, please continue to touch me, this slutty sow."

The male waiter, who was beaten badly, crawled towards the soldier who molested his girlfriend and begged him to let his girlfriend go.

Not only did the soldier not stop, he kicked him away and pulled his girlfriend's shirt, while other soldiers continued to beat him.

The soldier in charge of filming pointed the camera at the beaten male waiter and gave narration.

"I am a lowly pariah. The beating of me by the great Metadeng United States Army is the supreme honor. It is the glory of this slutty sow that my girlfriend is offered to the great Metadeng United States Army for enjoyment and pleasure."

The American soldiers who had been beating the male waiter laughed even more.

Many residents around here were angry but dared not speak out.

Mattia couldn't bear to watch it. If it wasn't for the mission, he really wanted to kill these soldiers.

Oakley clenched his fists, but for the sake of the mission, he could only swallow his anger and turned to talk to the grocery store owner.

After Mattia saw Oakley talking to the grocery store owner, the owner led the two into the store, where employees placed boxes of daily necessities in the back of the jeep.

Mattia and Oakley followed the boss into the dark room of the store, and Oakley introduced Mattia to the boss.

"Hello, Mattia, nice to meet you, you can call me Lao Huo."

"Hello, Lao Huo, I need the intelligence you have at the moment, including the local secret posts of the Meita Dengli Army, the local shift change time, their sentry post base, and everything else."

Lao Huo told Mattia all the information he had.

Mattia used their unique communication network to inform his superiors.

Mattia told them: "We will take action at 8 o'clock tonight."

Both Lao Huo and Oakley looked very surprised.

Mattia told them both their battle plan.

Oakley said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that our guerrillas are just supporting."

"Although you are just assisting us, we also hope that you can cooperate with us. If you make any mistakes, our mission may fail."

"clear."

Old Huo took Oakley and Mattia to the restaurant across the street for dinner.

The group of troublemakers from the American army had just left.

Mattia and other colleagues were bandaging the wounds of the male waiter who had been beaten badly before, while the bullied waitress was supported by other female colleagues and the staff were helping her change new clothes.

Lao Huo said to the boss, "Boss, give me three cups of Blood Leopard wine and three plates of smoked lamb leg meat."

When the restaurant owner heard this, his eyes flashed and he personally entertained Lao Huo and the other two.

When three glasses of wine and three dishes were placed in front of the three people, Mattia saw the boss's middle finger jump a few times. Mattia knew that this was some special code of the guerrillas.

Mattia drank the blood leopard wine and smoked lamb shank, raised his eyebrows and said, "Although this wine is blood red like red wine, it tastes a bit sweet and has very little alcohol. The smoked lamb shank is not greasy at all, has the taste of black pepper, and is chewy."

Oakley said: "This is our local folk delicacy."

Lao Huo said with a smile: "If you brew this wine and learn to cook this dish, I can ask the boss to teach you the method, but you must not open a restaurant here and steal the boss's business."

"OK."

Lao Huo asked the boss to send the blood leopard wine and the smoked lamb leg slicing recipe to Mattia.

The boss wrote down the recipes for the two dishes in a notebook and gave it to Mattia.

After the three of them had eaten, Lao Huo took out two bills to pay the bill. Mattia saw that the two bills had different corners folded up, which were some special codes of the guerrillas.

As the evening approached, shops began to close one after another.

The three were waiting upstairs when suddenly the door was opened.

Old Huo and Oakley stood up alertly.

Mattia soothed him: "Don't be nervous, my companions are here."

The two looked at Mattia in surprise.

Suddenly, more than a dozen members of the Shadow Mad Dog Team wearing Spartan uniforms appeared in the room, and two of them held briefcases and placed them next to Mattia.

Lao Huo and Oakley looked at these Tianyi mercenaries in surprise.

"Old Huo, you continue to stay in your store. Oakley, you take my other companions into the secret passage to the destination."

Mattia took his briefcase into another room and changed into his Spartan uniform.