Battlefield Contractor

After the battle, Lin Rui, Hassan and others entered the city to join the actuary. Quinn and Hassan also met.

"Hassan?" General Quinn frowned. "You are the reinforcements?"

"What's the matter? Old friend. Don't you welcome me? I just saved you just now." Hassan smiled.

"I just don't understand. The government army recruited you many times before, and even gave you very high terms. But you are always vacillating between us and the People's Front of Western Sahara. How could you suddenly help us this time? ?" General Quinn frowned.

"I'm not helping you, I'm helping them." Hasan pointed at Lin Rui and the others. "Of course, it's not a gang, someone is willing to pay."

"You **** old bastard, still slick like before." General Quinn smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and hugged him.

When there was no one, General Quinn pulled Lin Rui aside, "How did you recruit Hassan? He is a standard warlord who is not profitable. They will not serve Morocco. Nor will they contribute to the Western Sahara People’s Front. They always take advantage of the contradictions between our two sides and take advantage of both sides."

"His brother died at the hands of extremists the year before last. And someone gave him enough conditions so that he would help us. And General, I suggest you better maintain a good relationship with him.

Because Morocco itself has regarded you as an abandoned child, and if we want to survive in this area, we must have more friends like Hassan. Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, but this person is unreliable." General Quinn was still a little uneasy.

"I understand, but no one is absolutely reliable. Even if it is your own son, sometimes it may not be reliable. Given the current situation, we still have to rely on him." Lin Rui nodded.

"Do you have any deal with him?" General Quinn whispered.

"We have a deal with his boss. You don't need to know who this person is. You just need to know, at least for now, he is on our side." Lin Rui patted his arm and smiled.

Hassan was honest and unkind. After arriving at the headquarters, he sat down and said, "I said General Quinn, this time I have spent a lot of effort for you, and my brothers have also lost a lot. You won't just let it go. Shall we go back?"

"What do you mean, do you still want to blackmail me?" General Quinn frowned.

"That's not enough, but the discerning person knows in their hearts that you are not a militia at all, and I am afraid that the Moroccans have secretly funded you behind them. I helped you, and I waited and helped the Moroccans. I have to say something, right? "Hassan smiled.

"I knew it wasn't that simple. Let's talk, what do you want?" General Quinn sneered.

"Palimo." Hassan closed his smile and looked at him. The air in the headquarters seemed to freeze suddenly, and everyone looked at him.

"Of course it's impossible." Hassan smiled. "Even if you are willing, the Moroccan government behind you will not. Let me say it is acceptable. How about Mugaya?"

"Hassan, you are a little bit crossed. I admit that you are a somewhat powerful warlord, but here is not your sphere of influence. I also have no right to do anything with Moroccan territory." General Quinn sneered.

"Fart Moroccan territory, the territorial sovereignty of Western Sahara is always known to be unresolved. The Moroccans said it was theirs, and the Western Sahara People's Front said it was theirs. Recently, a Liberation Alliance has emerged, saying it is theirs.

I don't care who owns it. In my hands, it is mine. If you want me to go, you can use your strength to drive me away. Hassan shrugged.

"General Hassan, we have an agreement with your boss. This time assisting us in the fight should be part of the agreement. The agreement itself does not include the element that allows you to occupy the land as king." Lin Rui frowned.

"It has nothing to do with my boss, it has nothing to do with myself. Mugaya is a good place, I like it. And it was controlled by the Liberation League before. We did not take it from you, but liberated from Western Sahara. Snatched from the hands of the Alliance.

In Western Sahara, if there are no rules, there are indeed no rules. If there are rules, then there is only one, and that is whoever gets it and counts. Hassan shrugged. "I am a warlord. I don't deny that." Therefore, I am in charge of the territory I occupy. I didn't ask you Palimo, I just asked for what I deserve. This is already fair. "

"You are delusional, this is Moroccan territory, not anyone who wants to occupy it can take it." General Quinn slapped the table.

"I'll take it, what do you want?" Hassan sat there with his feet on the command table. He stretched out his hand naturally, and the orderman behind immediately took out a cigar and lit him.

"You want to occupy, I'll fight with you." General Quinn suddenly shouted, "Guard!" His guards immediately surrounded him, all the submachine guns in his hand were pointed at Hassan and his men.

Hassan and his men also all took out their weapons.

"If you have the courage, shoot at me." Hassan remained unmoved, taking a bite of his cigar in his mouth. "Do you think I haven't seen a gun? Not only do I have a gun, I also have a cannon. Quinn, would you like to try it?"

"You, it's rascal!" Quinn said angrily.

"You two, don't have to be so angry. We just fought a battle. Don't get angry because of these injuries. Put your guns away." Lin Rui walked over.

"What if I don't accept it?" Hassan said slowly.

"If you don't accept it, you have to die." Lin Rui sat at the command table and looked at Hassan, smiling, "General Hassan can also try it."

"Mr. Rick, this matter has nothing to do with you. We don't have to..." Hasan looked at Lin Rui's words and expressions, and finally waved helplessly, "Keep all the guns away. Didn't you hear what Mr. Rick said?"

"Thank you." Lin Rui nodded and turned to General Quinn, "General, your people will also be a little restrained."

General Quinn waved his face ferociously, causing the guards to withdraw.

"That's right, although we are not friends, we at least have a common enemy." Lin Rui nodded, "Although speaking with a gun can solve the problem easily, it cannot solve the fundamental problem."

"Then, Mr. Rick, what do you think?" Hassan tilted his head and looked at Lin Rui.

"Mr. Hassan wants a site, that's okay. But Mugaya Town can't." Lin Rui shook his head. "There are two reasons. First, the town of Mugaya is just a peripheral town of Palimo. As you said, Morocco attaches great importance to Palimo. So even if you occupy the town of Mugaya, Moroccans still Ways to get you out. Unless the general thinks he can do the Moroccan regular troops.

The second point is that Mugaya is far away from your control area. What can happen even if you occupy it? After all, Mugaya is Palimo's gateway. Morocco does not want to be controlled by others, and extremists will never let it go. With your strength, both sides cannot afford to offend. Unless you want to ignite the fire. "