Battlefield Contractor

"Any method?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, any means." Mr. K looked at Lin Rui and said, "It means that I don't care about anyone's life or death."

"Yes, and only at this time, you only need us. You are principled and disciplined soldiers. And we are mercenaries who are profit-oriented and bloodthirsty." Lin Rui smiled.

"No kidding, time is tight. Whether or not this attack can be thwarted is crucial. You'd better act in time." Mr. K said.

"You don't seem to have thought about it. We might not accept this mission." Silver Wolf said slowly.

"You have no reason not to take it. Because once the anti-terrorist alliance collapses, the entire African anti-terrorism operation will fail. As far as I know, your company has made a desperate move in order to win this contracted project. You have no turning back." Mr. K said seriously. "So we don't want to go around in circles anymore, take this task quickly, and we will pay the corresponding price. This is good for all of us."

Silver Wolf was silent for a while, and said, "Kevin, you are such a clever bastard."

"But smart people are always unlovable." Mr. K nodded, "I didn't want you to like it either. I just want you to accept this job."

"We accepted." Silver Wolf nodded, "but I can tell you that the price is not cheap this time."

"It doesn't cost my money anyway." Mr. K nodded, "Find these terrorists, and then find those chemical agents to prevent the attack." After that, he turned and walked out.

Lin Rui looked at his back and said, "What's wrong with this guy? His temper is so anxious."

"Ignore him, his life has not been very good lately." Silver Wolf mocked, "The CIA's ability has been repeatedly questioned. He is very popular in Europe. But in Africa, it is not like doing intelligence here. Europe. It's no wonder he is a little unwilling. But his vision is poisonous enough to know that we won't stand by and watch this time."

Lin Rui got up and took the stack of materials and said, "I'm leaving first, and let Vitalk's people look up a few items on it by the way."

"It's better not. Although Vitalk has a wide network of contacts, it is also very mixed. As long as his informant shows a little bit of speech, it will easily attract the attention of terrorists." Silver Wolf groaned, "It is better to let The Israeli team does this. Although they are slightly worse than Vital in terms of contact channels, they are more professional in information acquisition and processing."

Lin Rui nodded, "I understand."

Lin Rui left Silver Wolf's office, returned to their safe house nearby, and roughly talked about the task with the brothers. Also contacted their Israeli intelligence team. Soon Nightingale, one of the leaders of the Israeli intelligence team, arrived. After hearing Lin Rui explain the mission, she frowned slightly, "What are you going to do?"

"Find these people first. I need your people to help me keep an eye on these arms dealers." Lin Rui thought for a while. "We are going to talk to them. But we can't let them go before that, too. They cannot be killed."

"I understand. I will ask my people to do it right away." Nightingale turned around and transmitted several photos of herself to the other members of the intelligence team.

"As soon as we agree on four people, we will start with this person. You help us keep an eye on the other people." Lin Rui turned around and said, "Be prepared, we will act now."

Victor is a Frenchman, a local arms dealer. Remove the old solid wood and indisputable disguise on his face, and you can see the true face of a typical arms dealer. Luxurious, weird and shrewd and complicated, he is willing to spend a lot of money for the beauty of the car, but he doesn't care about the usual food and clothing.

After obtaining a position in the French government through his relationship with arms sales to Africa, he used his position to cooperate with Eastern European arms dealers. This person is savvy, not only has a degree in economics, but also speaks six languages ​​fluently. His arms trade with the rebels gave him a firm foothold in this field, and he has been out of control since then.

He doesn't talk about ideology and war. Both sides have business dealings. Government and anti-government forces are his customers. But the connection with terrorist organizations is the reason why he is here. Although providing arms to these African terrorists is dangerous, it is also a very profitable thing. They are veritable death merchants.

Of course, on the surface, he is just a businessman in the firewood business. Only today, he was caught in his own home somehow. His arrest was a group of armed men with guns and live ammunition. Once these people came in, Victor knew they were not easy to mess with. Because his bodyguard outside did not move at all.

Although his bodyguards are not top players, they are all round and round, and they all carry guns. It is unlikely that people will come in silently.

Victor looked at these uninvited guests and forcibly smiled, "Several people, I don't know what I can do for you."

Lin Rui looked at him, took the photo and compared it, and said in a low voice, "You are Victor? You are much fatter than the picture. It seems that the arms dealer is really a fat man."

"Yes." Victor replied, "Do you have any needs? If it's new customers, I can give you a discount."

"Discounts? We don't care about discounts or your weapons." Lin Rui drew his pistol from behind.

As soon as he saw the gun, Victor knew he was in trouble this time, and the other party didn't come to him to buy arms. Because the gun in this Asian hand is a limited edition Glock 17 pistol, this is a limited edition pistol produced by Glock to celebrate its 30th anniversary. The pattern on the pistol is carved by four different craftsmen. , The front part of the pistol is filled with gold.

A person with such a weapon will never be an ordinary person. Nor will he look at the weapons he provides. It's not here to buy weapons, it's to find trouble. Victor felt nervous. Lin Rui put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't be nervous. Tension can easily make people lose concentration. And now I need your attention."

"Why, why?" Victor said with some difficulty.

"Because I am not interested in your weapons, but I am interested in the people who bought your weapons." Lin Rui looked at him. "I know you are doing business with terrorists."

"No." Victor said subconsciously, "Absolutely not."

Lin Rui picked up pillows from the sofa and placed them on Victor's face. Then he punched Victor's abdomen hard and whispered, "The answer is wrong."

After a heavy blow in the abdomen, there was a heavy cramping sensation, causing Victor to vomit on the spot, and all vomited on the pillow.