Battlefield Contractor

"Damn, it's all fake. Including this base, they are all fake targets prepared by the secret agency. They must be trying to induce the joint force to attack here after the next use of missiles. It creates the illusion that all missiles have been destroyed." Sergey whispered.

Sausage pressed the missile model on the shelf with his hand. As it was inflated, he collapsed a large piece.

"Take all these photos and let's go." Lin Rui said in a low voice, "While these terrorists have not found out yet, we will terminate the operation and return on the same path."

"What do you say to Mr. K?" Sergey whispered.

"Account truthfully." Lin Rui tapped his helmet with his hand. "All the reconnaissance materials he needs are here, but the target he chose is wrong and has nothing to do with us. Let's go, while we can go now. ."

Sergey and Sausage both nodded and retreated along the same path with him. The team members went out from under the wooden wall, crossed the river, and came all the way to the grove. Lin Rui immediately notified Mr. K to terminate this mission.

"What? Terminating the mission, what do you mean?" Mr. K said loudly, "Also, why was your satellite signal blocked before?"

"I don't know. I think these terrorists have electronic warfare equipment, which seriously interferes with our communications." Lin Rui said shamelessly, "but we have completed the reconnaissance tasks you need, and we are ready to evacuate. When we meet, we will provide you with these video materials. By the way, has your helicopter rushed to the meeting point?"

"Well, I'll let them go. When we meet, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Mr. K cut off the communication with some annoyance.

A few hours later, a Black Hawk helicopter landed on a secret US military base. Lin Rui and the others got off the helicopter and walked into the base against the strong wind caused by the rotor.

Mr. K grabbed Lin Rui and asked, "What's the matter?"

"What you want to know is in the memory chip of the helmet." Lin Rui tossed the helmet to Mr. K. "Although the mission was terminated this time, we can be regarded as fulfilling your request."

"What? Didn't I ask you to mark those missiles so that we can track them down?" Mr. K frowned, "Why didn't you do this?"

"Because there are no missiles, not to mention there are no missiles, not even artillery shells, there is just a cover to attract your fake targets. Not only did you attract you but also the Russian special forces. The difference is that they did not do anything. And you did it." Lin Rui explained to Mr. K while drinking water. I told him everything about it and gave him the recorded video by the way.

Mr. K looked at the fake missiles and the fake missile launch vehicle photographed in the video, and was so angry that he smashed the coffee cup in his hand on the ground, "Damn! We were tricked, thoroughly tricked! Maybe the Russians Still watching our jokes."

"They are not qualified to laugh, at least we have acted, they are still watching." Silver Wolf said slowly, "Then, how do we count this mission?"

"You didn't do anything, and you still want money?" Mr. K said impatiently.

"You can't say that. Although the goal is fake, we don't have to take a chance to go deeper," Lin Rui said, shook his head. "Every one of us is killed for this mission. It's just that there is a problem with your intelligence. Goal Although it is fake, we have completed the investigation."

"Then what do you think of me? Pay you for this inexplicable task?" Mr. K frowned.

"Not giving us money, but paying remuneration. This is the income of our work in high-risk affairs, let alone a charity from your Yankees." Sergey scratched the mud in his nails with a knife, unceremoniously. .

"Silver Wolf, is this what you do?" Mr. K said sharply.

"Kevin, you have to understand that we are a private military company and you are an employer. This is a business from beginning to end. In your American words, BusinessisBusiness, business is business." Silver Wolf shrugged. "It was your own intelligence error, but we have completed the reconnaissance in accordance with your requirements. Frankly speaking, if it were not for us, your CIA would still not know that there is a false target.

If you had launched an airstrike before thinking that this was the real target, a JDAM precision guided bomb would cost US$20,000. A B-2 bomber would cost one million dollars if it dropped 50 bombs at a time. We have saved you a lot of money. Of course, if you use the GBU-43 large-scale aerial bomb, which is the mother of bombs, it will be more expensive to burn.

You made a mistake, and we helped you see the truth and avoided losses. Sorry Kevin, I really can't think of any reason why you can waive the bill. I am also in business. Of course, if you feel too bad, I can give you a 50% discount on this mission, but next time, there will never be another one. We cannot suffer losses because of your mistakes. "

Mr. K calmed down and nodded, "Okay, this mission is ours. But the matter is not over yet, and the information you have obtained is not of no value. Since these terrorists have spent so much time to fake targets, then They must have a purpose, and the existence of false goals is to cover the true goals.

In other words, these missiles definitely exist.

I need you to find out for me where these missiles are hidden. If there is such a missile assembly plant, then where is it? I need to find real missiles, mark them, and find out the source. Are you still taking this next business? "

"Take it." Silver Wolf nodded, "But you have also seen that investigating such a thing requires a lot of manpower and material resources. I can't give you a discount this time."

"Well, in a week, I will give you a new goal, this time I promise I can't go wrong!" Mr. K gritted his teeth and strode away.

"Mr. K's temper is really big enough." Sergey shrugged.

"I heard that the more tempered men are, the smaller the place. Because all their male hormones are vented." Sausage's mouth was biting the cigar, frowning, "Do you think this Mr. K, will there be such a thick cigar? ?"

"Leave a bit of morals and respect Mr. K. He is our old employer, and he has not had a good life these days." Lin Rui patted the blonde hair of the sausage and said after thinking about it, "According to Mr. K's physique In terms of it, it won't be so fine. But if you really follow this temper, I think he has to be finer. It shouldn't be like a cigar, but more like a lady's cigarette." The mercenaries laughed.