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Luke's suggestion kept Rambo silent for a while.

In the end, he didn't fully agree with Luke's plan.

Instead, he nodded and said:

"It depends on the actual situation."

But this also made Luke feel relieved.

At least it wasn't Rambo who insisted on carrying out the mission with this group of mediocre mercenaries.

It’s not that Luke looks down on them, but capable white mercenaries are basically not in Southeast Asia.

The first reason is that the local forces here are chaotic and there is no order at all, not even basic underground order.

Some people hire these white mercenaries simply to improve their status.

Who would be a mercenary in Southeast Asia if they are really ruthless? They can’t speak the language, and the girls are not pretty…

The salary is still low, much lower than in Europe and the United States.

But Rambo said it depends on the situation, so Luke found Beckett and started to organize the equipment.

The two men are still equipped with special combat uniforms in jungle bionic camouflage.

The kind that requires lubrication to penetrate.

Although it takes a bit of effort to put on and take off, the comfort level is really good.

It can ensure that body temperature is maintained in the jungle, reducing sweating and dehydration.

Beckett was very experienced in jungle warfare, so the backpack he prepared was not very large.

It's just slightly larger than an ordinary backpack.

But Luke was different. He prepared an oversized hiking bag.

And it's bulging, as if it's filled with something.

Beckett asked him curiously.

"Jungle marching is very physically demanding. Aren't you afraid of collapsing on the road with such a big bag on your back?"

Luke gave him a mysterious smile in return.

"I've fought aliens before, do you think this little fight will be difficult for me?"

Faced with the guy who dared to place a nuclear bomb in the jungle, Beckett decisively shut up.

It just so happens that he also wants to see what Luke is really capable of.

But Luke still came to Rambo. Seeing him preparing the furnace, anvil and iron ingots, he knew what he was going to do.

"Uncle, don't bother, I'll give you something ready-made."

Then Luke returned to his room and took out a machete and a multi-functional dagger from his personal space.

After thinking about it, he prepared other weapons.

He came to Rambo carrying a big bag.

He opened the big bag and took out the weapons inside one by one.

Luke only briefly introduced the basic equipment such as combat uniforms, tactical vests, and communication headsets.

The weapon Luke prepared this time was a modified tactical version of the Type 81 automatic rifle.

Because there are many Soviet-made weapons here and supplies are easy.

This modified tactical version of the Type 81 rifle no longer resembles its original appearance, but instead looks more like a combination of SCAR and M4.

It also has a silencer, lightweight handguard, receiver, shock-absorbing stock, ergonomic rear grip, magazine well...

Optical sights, laser designators, vertical and triangular foregrips, etc.

Rambo is a veteran and can fully use this weapon after a few hands-on operations.

Moreover, the magazine of this gun is completely compatible with the AK47 series.

After operating for a while, Rambo was satisfied with all the weapons except the rifle.

Luke was a little confused, wondering if there was something wrong with the gun he modified.

Rambo's next words made him slap his forehead. He almost forgot that this old man also had a fear of insufficient firepower...

So he pretended to go back to his room to get a new gun, but in fact he took out another weapon from his personal space.

The short-barreled lightweight tactical PKM machine gun still uses the Soviet caliber.

Rambo picked it up and tried it, then said to Luke with satisfaction:

"I used this thing in Afghanistan, it's really good...but can the direction of the belt be changed?"

Seeing that Rambo was interested in his weapon, Luke immediately agreed.

"No problem, it's easy."

So Luke replaced a few parts on the spot and changed the right-side ammunition feed to the left-side ammunition feed.

Rambo held the machine gun in his right hand and the ammunition belt in his left hand...

It has the same taste as before...

Beckett chose a modified tactical lightweight SVD semi-automatic sniper rifle.

The biggest feature of this gun is its lightness. An empty gun is lighter than an AK47...

Luke's modification is outrageous. Even an empty M40 gun still weighs 5 kilograms.

This is the weight without accessories such as magazines and scopes.

Old man Beckett always takes as little as possible when fighting in the jungle.

There is no other way. As a sniper, most of the time is spent on marching and interspersing. One bullet is enough during combat...

But he didn't understand Luke. Luke really had a fear of insufficient firepower.

So, Luke took the replica of the modified Type 81 rifle.

It also comes with a heavy duty silencer...

Because Luke and Beckett's combat uniforms were a bit too sci-fi, Luke and him put on ordinary outdoor leisure clothes on the outside.

The combat uniform given to Rambo is just a regular loose-fitting reinforced version.

The appearance is similar to that of an ordinary bionic camouflage jacket, but the interior has reinforced buffer zones in various locations.

The next morning, the old pastor brought the group of mercenaries to the village.

Fortunately, the rain has stopped and the village is busy again.

No one cared about the mercenaries that arrived.

Rambo was already waiting for them on the boat.

Luke and Beckett were also waiting for them on the boat.

Seeing Luke and his two companions, the mercenary leader, a bald man, looked at the old priest in confusion.

"Did you hire anyone else?"

The old priest shrugged.

"I convinced Rambo to be your guide, but I don't know what the situation is with the others."

Luke looked at these people and felt that they had the fighting ability, but not necessarily the will to fight.

So he walked forward and took out his ID.

"The FBI special unit was requested by the U.S. Embassy to rescue the American citizens who were held hostage."

"The FBI still cares about this?"

Luke looked at the bald leader unceremoniously.

"I don't care where you are from or who hired you. I have taken over this rescue operation. You either accept my leadership or leave here and abandon the mission."

The bald guy was silent for a while and looked at his teammates.

And these teammates looked at each other.

There are three Western white people, one Hispanic and one Asian.

When Luke looked at their equipment, he immediately felt that his show of force was correct.

These people have no idea how to fight in the jungle.

A young man actually brought a Barrett?

How many armored vehicles does the Myanmar rebels have for you to fight?

Carrying such a heavy gun is simply a burden.

The bald men went aside to discuss for a while, and when they came back they did not give Luke an answer. Instead, they found the old pastor and talked for a long time.

In the end, it was the old pastor who found Luke.

"We spent a lot of money to hire them, and if they don't go, we will lose a lot of money, and they don't want to accept your proposal."

Luke looked at those old soldiers. They just felt that there was money to be made from this mission, but they didn't want to be controlled by others. If they gave up the mission, they would lose money, so they went to find the old pastor.

Luke sneered and said to the old pastor.

"I can rescue your people even without these guys. I am just doing this out of humanitarianism, not for money."

Then he pointed at the group of mercenaries.

"Those guys are like a group of African hyenas. They only want money. Can they guarantee that the people can be brought back intact? Ask them if they know how to fight in a real jungle?"

Luke said this very loudly, and the bald leader of the team also heard it and immediately became angry.

"Boy, do you look down on us?"

"Oh, that's right, I just look down on you. If you have the guts, don't charge me. God's shepherds bring warmth to the world. We are helping you, but you still want money? Why don't you ask God for money?"

"you……"