"Rustle—rustle—" A gentle breeze stirred.
"Hm-hm~ yeah~ mm-hm~"
Mylon drove while humming a little tune, his left elbow resting on the lowered window, his right hand gripping the steering wheel.
In the back seat, Carl twisted around with both hands resting on the door armrest, gazing out the window with a face full of curiosity.
She could see the wilderness in the distance, where all sorts of small animals unique to Africa occasionally popped out. She could not help exclaiming, "Wow~"
When all was said and done, they were still only children...
Well, children who knew how to kill quickly, operate all kinds of vehicles, and fight expertly.
John, seated in the passenger seat, maintained a much more serious attitude.
He carefully studied the map of Dadaab spread across his thighs, with their safe house marked on it.
The intelligence agency at Kenya Base had done fairly well. It had sensed hints of danger a month earlier and purchased a large number of safe houses throughout Dadaab in advance.
Likewise, several Black agents who knew Swahili were still concealed within Dadaab.
The destination for John and the other two was a safe house one hundred meters west of Mahmud's estate, where an agent would meet them.
After that, they would familiarize themselves with the terrain and wait.
At 00:00, they would launch a surprise attack with the other four groups of Spartans and kill Gerard Mahmud in one stroke.
Although the battle plan had been rather hastily arranged, given the vigilance of Mahmud's forces and the extreme backwardness of their intelligence network, they had a sufficient chance of success.
.
"Hm-hm~ Huh?"
Mylon had been watching the road, but perhaps out of boredom, he glanced beside and behind him before saying with a smile:
"John, Carl, if we really don't