Battlefield Contractor

Alva appeared surrounded by a group of militants.

He looked at White Glove White warily. "There are so many of you?"

"There are too many people, I'm afraid you are even more worried." White Glove White sighed, "Just like that, you are already on the verge of an enemy. If there are more people, you'll probably use a rocket launcher to greet me."

"It's not funny. How did you guys pass through the blockade? As far as I know, the joint counter-terrorism forces have blocked the surrounding area." Alva looked at White Glove White.

"Of course we drove all the way. Alva, I told you a long time ago that within the anti-terrorist alliance, we have a way. And I have been promoting cooperation between you and them." White Gloves looked at him.

But Alva sneered, "Cooperation? Then we might as well see the results of the cooperation. Odarat is lost, Agrasha is also lost, and now even Ossed is lost. What's the matter? The group that worked with us did it."

"Wait, wait, let's clarify the clues. Odarat was occupied by local warlords. Agrasha was occupied by mercenaries hired by Morocco. As for Osselde, it was their joint attack. Yes, it has nothing to do with the joint counter-terrorism force.

If you don’t believe it, you can investigate, who controls Osselder now. If it's our people in the joint counter-terrorism force, then I am wrong. In fact, it is Quinn’s militia and mercenaries who control there. You can't put all the blame on our people. "White Glove White shook his head.

"But your people provided false information!" Alva said loudly, "This information has caused us heavy losses."

"But according to our news, our people have always been in Agrasha. They have not participated in this battle from the beginning to the end, nor have they provided you with information." The white glove shook his head, "I just want to ask, do you accept it? After getting the information, haven't you thought about verifying it? Haven't you thought about it, maybe this is false information provided by the enemy?"

"It's impossible. The information was sent to one of our confidential mailboxes over the Internet. Very few people know about this mailbox." Alva strongly argued.

The white gloves looked unbelievable, he spread his hands and said, "Are you crazy? Do you think the Internet is absolutely safe? The most unreliable thing in the world is Internet security. You know, your enemy Yankee, every year How much money is spent on monitoring and stealing online information?

Do you dare to believe the information spread through the Internet? What makes me feel even more outrageous is that you directly believed this information without even verifying it. And I also heard that you copied the information and distributed it everywhere. "

"There is no one for everyone, just one for each team." Alva argued.

"One copy for each team. Do you know how many of your subordinates will see this information? If one of them is a spy, it will be reported to the joint counter-terrorism force. Even if this information is true , Will also cause the other party to change the original plan because of the leak." The white glove shook his head, "Tell me, Alva, what do you think?"

Alva was silent.

"Your own actions are very reckless and careless, and you don't pay attention to details at all. You have been calculated by others. As a result, you have to go back and say that we provide you with false information?

What is the use of our people in providing you with false information? What can we do? Alva, think about it for yourself, how much we invested in the Jihad League. Weapons, funds, what do you lack, what we provide. Otherwise, do you have the current situation in Western Sahara?

Why should we destroy the trust between each other? We have been happily working together before. "The white gloves spread out their hands.

"You were really generous before, and we cooperated well. But our loss this time is really due to your false information." Alva gritted his teeth.

"Alva, how many times do you want me to say it before you can understand. This is not our information. Maybe someone gave you false information, but it may be everyone, not us. In addition, maybe your information itself is correct. But then the enemy learned of the information leak and deliberately changed the plan. This is possible." White Glove White shook his head.

"I can't believe you anymore." Alva shook his head.

"You have to believe me. Because at this time, the only one who can give you and is willing to help you is me." White Glove White turned around and gestured to his hand.

His men walked to the truck and pulled the tarp apart, revealing boxes of agricultural machinery parts labeled by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations.

The flesh on Alva's cheek twitched, then turned to look at the white glove again.

"Yes, agricultural machinery parts." White Gloves smiled.

"What's this time?" Alva asked.

"We said a good amount last time, and considering that you still have losses to make up for this time, we have added 10% to the original basis. I think this should show our sincerity." White Glove White shrugged.

Alva was silent for a while, waved to let his men unload the things from the car. "Stacked in the warehouse. Be careful, these parts are heavy."

Alva received the money and his attitude became much more kind, letting his men entertain the White Gloves and others. The dinner is not particularly rich, but it has the Arab characteristics of Northwest Africa. Only Alva left for a while midway.

Alva was called away by one of his men, who whispered a few words in his ear, Alva got up and left temporarily, and asked his men to help him greet the guests before leaving. Said that he would be back soon.

But it took him ten minutes to walk, and no one knew where he went.

When White Glove White was suspicious, the black man behind him whispered, "Sir, I think something is wrong."

"What's the matter?" The white gloves remained silent.

"I just went out and took a look. There are signs of soldiers moving in their camp. It's almost night, but they don't have a car. It shows that they are going to start operations inside the camp." The black man lowered his voice.

"Do you think it's at us?" White gloves looked around and whispered.

"It's very likely. Will this Alva still turn his face after taking the money?" The black man whispered. "Maybe this is his plan. Without his order, other militants should not have the guts to act without authorization."

"This bastard." White Glove White narrowed his eyes. "Tell the brethren to be careful. It really doesn't work, we can only withdraw first."