Chapter 1832 Bid

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San Antonio, near a highway in the northwest suburbs.

General McCain is standing in front of the glass window of an abandoned aquarium, looking through the broken window with only the frame remaining to a parking lot opposite. To be precise, he stared blankly at the wreckage of hundreds of vehicles in the parking lot.

It has been five or six hours since the prison escape, and it is dawn. The city-wide manhunt is underway, and Dr. Osborn realizes that he must get his former lover back, otherwise he will be in great trouble.

And McCain is also doing his best to escape. He finally persuaded several prison guards in military prisons to release him by exposing various inside stories of the Baath Party. But this jailbreak without any prior planning was not smooth, and even a little clueless.

The whole of San Antonio has been blocked, McCain dare not show up casually, and he does not know who is credible at the moment.

The few prison guards who followed McCain were also very ordinary, and it is impossible to have any solid connections. These people followed him entirely because of the generous promises. In fact, not long after they escaped, two prison guards died of fear and regret. Left alone, forcing McCain into a mess.

Because he did not carry high-power radio and communication equipment when he fled, McCain had limited knowledge of outside information. He sent a prison guard to contact his old department, but he himself was not sure if he could get in touch, let alone if he could still command the army.

There was nothing McCain could do now but stare out the window at the black wreckage of vehicles in the parking lot. He was even thirsty and hungry because he couldn't get food, and he might as well have spent his days in a military prison.

After a while, the prison guard who went out to find food came back, as cautious as a mouse walking through the street. Not only did he bring back food and drink, but he also got a portable TV with a satellite cable. The camping TV set became the only means of information for McCain's small team.

"Looking at the 'Aurora News Channel', most of the propaganda media of the Baath Party are telling lies and are not credible at all." McCain impatiently adjusted the antenna, wanting to know what his current situation is?

As a result, the first piece of news I saw was "The Brotherhood of New York supports Dr. Osborne, the leader of the Baath Party, and hopes to maintain the current calm situation in San Antonio." '

"Damn David Lawrence, what is he doing here?" General McCain nodded suddenly. He is well aware of the strong position of the New York Brotherhood in North America today, and the King of New York's speech represents the opinions of the entire Brotherhood of Steel.

As expected, the other branches of the Brotherhood united against the Aurora Legion at the risk of economic and life damage. This time General McCain felt a little cold. After a while, even the Enclave jumped out to demand peace, which cut off his last way.

This situation not only made General McCain deeply frustrated, but the faces of the prison guards who helped him escape from the prison were even more ashen-looking. They originally wanted to hug a golden thigh that could climb quickly and catch a potential stock, but they didn't know that this was stepping on their feet. A sinking wreck.

The eyes of several prison guards immediately became flickering, and they were silently communicating with each other about their plans. And when they all stared at the back of General McCain's neck, there was a coughing sound outside the aquarium room where they were hiding.

"Hmm, everyone, don't be nervous. I'm not your enemy." The visitor shouted through the broken door, "I'm here to help you. I'm an intelligence officer from the Seattle Freemasonry."

The visitor raised his hands high and slowly appeared. He was unremarkable in appearance, and there was nothing special about him, but the two attendants behind him were quite eye-catching, carrying a bound prisoner with his hands and feet gagged.

General McCain only had a small pistol in his hand. He frowned suspiciously and asked, "Masons? Aren't you against anyone changing the situation in San Antonio? What do you want from me?"

"To be exact, we are just against the change of a certain faction." The visitor smiled, "We took the first step to capture a prison guard who helped you escape.

He disclosed some information. But he said he didn't have sex with you anymore, so I don't think he should be allowed to leave at will. "

McCain's heart tensed and then relaxed, and he couldn't take care of minor details. His urgent problem now is... "I need you to help me contact the First Division of the Ba'ath Party, which is my old unit."

But the person who came shook his head and said, "General, you are already one step too late. Your cronies in the First Division have just been purged by Dr. Osborne, and now the First Division will no longer obey your orders."

"Ah, damn it!" What else could McCain do but curse?

"General, we must leave here immediately. You are in a very dangerous situation." It is obvious that the visitor can only provide the lowest level of security. "Dr. Osborne is hunting you everywhere. No one in the Ba'ath party has more prestige than him."

Longyou Shoal was attacked by shrimps, it would be nice to be alive in this situation. McCain had no choice. He was about to nod his head in agreement, but suddenly there were a few loud shouts from outside the dilapidated room door, followed by another shout from outside: "Don't be nervous, we are from the Enclave."

Another group came, and the leader smiled proudly: "Don't forget that the Ba'ath Party split from the Enclave. We have a lot of contacts in San Antonio. We don't have any malice towards His Excellency McCain, just want to invite him Just join us."

McCain was undoubtedly useful as a senior Baathist general. The Enclave didn't want the Aurora Legion to come in to disrupt the situation, but it didn't prevent them from wanting to recruit the lost commander of the First Division—even if it was used as a mascot for publicity, it would be excellent.

"Hey, we were the first to find McCain." The Freemasons were upset.

"Is there a distinction between first-come and first-come in this matter? It should be up to General McCain's own wishes." The people in the Enclave laughed. Compared with the Freemasons, which can only provide basic security, the Enclave, which can provide another development platform, seems to be superior.

It's just that the Enclave's arrival didn't last long. While General McCain was still hesitating, a third group of people appeared, "Well said, this matter really depends on His Excellency McCain's own wishes.

I'm from a New York fraternity. I found this not to talk nonsense. General McCain, we, Commander Lawrence, appreciate you and are willing to let you regain command of a unit. It is better to consider us. "

Looking at the three groups of people who suddenly appeared in front of him, McCain said unhappily: You think I am a talent market, right? They all came to attract me, and this superior posture seemed to be giving alms.

No matter how upset he was, McCain still had to take care of his own future. Of the three forces at present, there is no doubt that the New York Brotherhood offers the best conditions. After all, it can command the army but control the real power, and the New York Brotherhood is also the strongest among the three.

Thinking of this, General McCain did not continue to hesitate, he nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I am willing to follow..."

"Wait..." Another shout sounded from outside, "Your Excellency, will you listen to our offer before making a decision?"

How many times the hell is this coming? McCain and the other three families were staring at the broken door of the room, only to hear heavy footsteps coming in from the outside, and several heavily armed soldiers broke in protecting a person.

The momentum of the fourth wave was much stronger than the previous waves, which also aroused the strong vigilance of representatives of several other forces. The fourth group of people revealed their identities and said, "General McCain, we are from the Baath Party's capital garrison brigade, and our leader is Colonel Wolfe."

Garrison brigade? Sounds like they're here to get McCain.

The others are even more nervous....

But McCain himself exclaimed: "Colonel Wolfe? The Colonel Wolfe who sold all the equipment of the entire brigade-level combat team to the Aurora Legion in exchange for a city? Your colonel is really damned. He resells supplies and makes money like crazy. If I want to expand my power without permission, I wish I could send troops to destroy him."

Upon hearing that it was a local powerful force related to the Aurora Legion, the representative of the New York Brotherhood immediately shouted: "These people are traitors, we must escort General McCain away immediately."

The scene was immediately full of gunpowder, and everyone immediately took out their weapons, and the battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

But General McCain grabbed a machine gun out of nowhere, and he swept the machine gun in the air, and shouted: "Don't move, I want to hear what this bastard Wolfe fired on me!" condition?"

Several other companies exclaimed: "General McCain, behind them is the Aurora Legion."

"I don't care." McCain cursed bitterly: "Osborne wants to kill me, can't I resist? Now I want to know who offers a higher price?"

The representative of Colonel Wolfe snorted and laughed, and said simply, "General McCain, you will always be just a subordinate if you follow these people.

Why not consider staying and staging a coup against Osborne? You must know that there are more and more people who are dissatisfied with Osborn, and we are short of a capable and prestigious leader. "

This sentence immediately moved McCain.