American Fortune Life

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In the luxurious palace-like bedroom, the purple silk quilt stretched out a hand, and Andy, who was sleepy, twisted his body and got up to get the retro golden microphone on the creative cabinet.

"Hey, it's me, you said—"

"Huh? Saved? No casualties? Huh? The CBS reporter was killed before you went? Poor guy..."

"...It's ok, does the other party have a living? Forget it, I shouldn't ask... Just do it according to your wishes, we won't come forward in this kind of thing, let the military show the limelight, in exchange for some benefits As for the U.S. military or the Iraqi security forces in Basra, leave it to them to wrangle, let Charlie Hanks accept the media interview, teach him how to say, this unlucky guy, let him fly back after the interview Come America..."

At 4:30 pm on February 17, Basra, Iraq, where the high temperature of 50 degrees Celsius eased slightly, was still unbearably hot.

In a chaotic residential area, in a residential house with bullet holes on the courtyard wall, Major White, seeing the only survivor kneeling in front of him, stomped his feet and asked, "It's the basement below here, Is it right?"

"Yes, yes, don't kill..."

"boom!"

White put the still smoking pistol back into the holster, turned to the standing people and said, "Load the things below into the car, move faster, and handle them gently, understand?"

"yes sir!"

. . . . . .

"Report sir, loading is complete."

"We will be stationed!"

White, who was sitting in a special military Humvee, closed the window after finishing his speech. The car beeped twice, and the convoy started to move, and quickly drove away from the residential area.

At the same time, in front of the Basra city hall, Basra officials and Iraqi security forces chiefs, as well as the rescued Charlie Hanks, faced dozens of reporters and began to tell stories.

Iraqi security forces recently launched a three-week military operation in Basra to crack down on various types of illegal armed forces, and began door-to-door searches for weapons in the main urban area of ​​Basra.

He was rescued around 3:30 pm on February 17, when Iraqi soldiers were conducting a search operation in Basra.

I didn't know that Charlie and Butler were in one of the houses. When the army approached the house, four militants opened fire on the Iraqi army. Then the two sides fought fiercely. Three militants were killed and one escaped. , and Charlie who was rescued was not injured and was in good health.

However, because CBS Television and the British government did not respond to their ransom conditions, when the British reporter Richard Butler was found, he had already been killed. . .

Charlie Hanks expressed his gratitude to the Iraqi military and said that he was looking forward to reuniting with his family and friends of Newsweek as soon as possible. He thanked the newspaper for its efforts to save him, and thanked his boss and editor-in-chief. When asked about his impressions of the Iraqi military, Butler said they were "very smart."

. . . . . .

Beep——

In front of the checkpoint at the US military airport, Major White took out several boxes of cigars and two bottles of Ace of Spades champagne from the car window and handed them to the US soldiers who came to check.

"Okay, no need to check, let them go in—"

Wearing sunglasses, White nodded coolly and closed the car windows. A convoy of five military Hummers and a sealed van drove into the airport.

"Sir, they..."

"Okay, don't talk too much, don't provoke these mad dogs if you don't want to die in Iraq, here you go, take it, and share it with others, this bottle of wine is enough for you to go to the lv camp to have a good night , the girls will love you to death!"

Seeing the sergeant who gave himself a box of cigars and a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne returned to the guard box with the rest, he couldn't help but spit inwardly with a look of contempt, Nima, I really thought I didn't know what to buy, and the lv battalion is a dollar You can play for an hour, and this bottle of champagne is worth hundreds of dollars, only fools would give it to those soldiers.

Freedom Eagle. . .

"Move carefully!"

Major White stood on the rear hatch of the transport plane and instructed his subordinates who were moving up the wooden box again.

"How many boxes are there?" an American military officer came over with a folder and a pen in his hand and asked.

"23 boxes."

"..."

“Iraqi Crafts!”

"..."

Major White took the customs declaration form, brushed a few strokes and signed his name, looked back at his men who were carefully fixing the boxes, and turned to the US military officer, "How are you thinking?"

"Do you really want to equip Cobra helicopters?" The officer asked again uncertainly.

"I don't have time to joke with you. The company will soon equip each branch with an AH-1Z. If the pilots have not been equipped with digital helmets, the cannons, photoelectric sensor compartments and helmets must move synchronously. I won’t look for you, the helicopter coming will be equipped with 70mm laser semi-active guided rockets, if you still can’t make up your mind, I’ll go find someone else!”

"Okay!" The officer gritted his teeth and agreed with a serious expression, "Then, please continue to take care of the officer in the future!"

Major White rolled his eyes and said: "You can buy a farm after working in the company for a year or two. Then you can decide whether to go back to the headquarters to be an instructor, ace pilot, FXXK, you can even come up with it ..."

. . . . . .

After watching the military transport plane rented by his company climb from the runway and slowly disappear in the sky, Major White let out a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know the exact value of these items, he had also seen the items marked in the catalogue. History can be said to be priceless.

But thinking of the generosity of his young big boss who has never met, after the shipment arrives, the members who participated in the mission this time will share a bonus of five million dollars, and his private account will have at least one million more dollars. . .

In the small Palace of Versailles in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, like the study of the palace library, Andy sat in front of the priceless Louis XV exquisite writing desk, looking at the briefing on the computer.

"Boom——"

"Come in."

"Boss, I'm back. Miss Ivana's plane has already taken off."

"Well, sorry to trouble you, by the way, Kenny, is the package on the way?"

"Just received the news that the plane has left Iraqi airspace."

"Well, that's good, that's all right, when you go out, let Tori come in."

"Good boss."

Andy looked at the back of Kenny leaving, and smacked his lips a few times. Another batch of precious handicrafts was coming, and his treasure room could be enriched again.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

"Well, close the door and come here."

Hearing Andy's words, Tori's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and a charming MEI appeared between his brows and eyes, and he walked quickly to Andy's side, waiting for the devil's claws.

"..." Andy looked at the little assistant who started to send sao, rolled his eyes angrily, and didn't touch her, but said, "Arrange a task for you."

"what?"

"Ah what, at 10 o'clock you represented me at a press conference condemning the massacre at Northern Illinois University and calling for guns to be kept off campus..."

"Shouldn't it be calling for the ban on guns?" The little assistant was still a little confused, but he still asked the question that had been arguing everywhere in the news these days.

"It's impossible for PI to ban guns. It's useless to just shout slogans. Let's talk about reality. School shootings happen too frequently. It's bad enough to come here once or twice a year. I I need to respond to my Facebook message, and you will be my spokesperson."

"Me? Boss...I, I can't do it!" The little assistant finally came to her senses, shaking her head and waving her hands, her pretty face turned a little red from excitement.

"It's okay if you can't! Didn't you do a good job when you guest starred in a TV series? Just treat it as a TV series. You act as a press spokesperson and ask Christina to write a speech for you. By the way, your makeup is not bad. Do you remember how to draw?" Andy asked suddenly.

"Wh... what makeup?" Tori was so nervous and confused that he couldn't think.

Andy rolled his eyes, found a newspaper from a stack of newspapers and opened it, put it in front of Tori, pointed to the photo on the newspaper and said, "Kate Middleton."

Tori saw a picture of the woman in the newspaper and a slightly blurry picture next to it, but she still recognized the main foot in the picture, Prince William of England, and the headline of the news was, "Prince William's pub nearly smashed!"

A black line suddenly appeared on the little assistant's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally. Seeing the smirk on the big devil's face, he rolled his eyes angrily, and the bastard's bad humor flared up again.