Battlefield Contractor

In the hospital, Lieutenant Pittman is being investigated and questioned.

The agent of the French intelligence service looked at him, "Second Lieutenant, how is the recovery?"

Pittman opened his eyes, smiled, and said somewhat self-deprecatingly, "I'm afraid I can't participate in the training as I am now."

"Your luck is very good, Lieutenant. As long as the bullet misses a little bit, you may have to go home under the flag." The agent looked at him and nodded.

"How about the others? Have the stolen supplies recovered?" Pittman supported his body and sat upright on the hospital bed.

"But unfortunately, Lieutenant, what you encountered was an organized and planned attack. The other party was very professional and made very careful arrangements for your attack.

Our people suffered heavy losses. In fact, apart from you, only three people survived. Others have sacrificed. "The agent of the intelligence department nodded at him.

"What? They are all..." Pittman became excited.

"Don't get excited, Lieutenant Pittman, this is very detrimental to your recovery. In fact, I came to you to find out the situation, which is already a violation of the doctor's advice.

But this incident is very important. It is not only the biggest attack we have encountered in Africa in the past years, but also a batch of extremely sensitive materials.

And you are the deputy commander of this attacked squad and a witness to the entire incident. So I hope you can help us by answering some questions.

This is very important for us to recover supplies and avenge you and your brothers. "The agent nodded at Pittman.

"Of course. Where am I? I don't remember a bit." Pittman looked around.

The agent immediately replied, "This is in the hospital, don't worry, you are safe now. Our people are protecting you outside.

You just need to answer some of my questions. May I? "

Pittman took a deep breath, "Of course."

"I have to explain in advance. I know you are a very good soldier, but this matter is too involved, and now the military intelligence department has taken over the investigation.

You must answer all my questions truthfully. And it must be kept strictly confidential, even for your superiors. "The agent looked at him.

"Of course I understand. I obey all orders." Pittman nodded.

"Okay, then let's talk about the attackers. Who are those attackers? Or who do you think they are?" The agent looked at him and asked.

Pittman shook his head somewhat laboriously, "They all covered their faces, and I didn't see their looks clearly.

But they are not speaking French, it seems to be English with an African accent. It may also be mixed with Arabic.

It happened very suddenly, and we are going through the final handover procedures with the IAEA personnel.

They transported the goods to the scene, and we took over after inspection. During the whole process, not only our people, but also the supervisors of the International Atomic Energy Agency were present.

You know that this mission was originally intended to send these items to France. But the whole process must be carried out under the supervision of members of the International Atomic Energy Agency.

We successfully completed the handover, but the goods have not yet been loaded onto the truck. But suddenly there was an explosion attack.

A group of unidentified armed men launched an attack on us. It happened so suddenly that our guards on the periphery did not even have time to react.

Maybe they have been removed ahead of time, the guards we deployed on the periphery.

Then directly kill in.

They used shock bombs to cause great chaos. We were caught off guard, and many brothers were stunned.

My eyes flashed, and within a few minutes I could barely see clearly, and I kept ringing in my ears, but my consciousness was not blurred.

I know we were attacked. "

The agent asked while recording, "That is to say, this group of people used certain non-lethal weapons. They were used to incapacitate you, and then massacred and took away the supplies."

"It should be like this. I just saw it for a while, but then my eyesight was affected, and so was my hearing. It didn't take long before I felt I was shot.

My hearing was affected and I was temporarily deaf. I heard tinnitus in my ears. "Pittman whispered. "This is a despicable sneak attack, well prepared. "

"Since careful preparation is mentioned. Then, Lieutenant, do you think that there may be an information leak in this operation?" the agent asked.

"It's impossible. We all received the order temporarily, and we cut off all external communications with outside the headquarters in accordance with regulations when we received the order.

My brothers are all excellent soldiers. They know how to observe discipline and know how to keep secrets.

And even if you want to leak secrets, it’s impossible, because the place and time of the handover are not even known to me except the team commander Henry.

By the way, how is Henry? "

The agent was silent for a while and shook his head, "Unfortunately, Captain Henry was killed in action. He had been shot several times, and when we arrived, it was no longer possible."

Pittman lowered his head in agony, "God, this is terrible. He is a good commander. He has always taken good care of his brothers."

"I understand, Second Lieutenant. You have been working together for a while and have a good relationship with each other." The agent nodded. "But we still have to continue our topic.

Who do you think these attackers will be? "

Pittman shook his head, "I don't know, but they are definitely not ordinary people. They are well-trained and cooperate very well. They are likely to be professional soldiers, or mercenaries with very good military qualities."

"Why do you think so?" The agent looked at him.

"The attack rhythm, the frequency of weapon shooting. Although my power is vague, my hearing is only affected for a few minutes.

A few minutes later, although I couldn't see things clearly, I was able to hear the gunshots faintly. Their shooting rhythm is very good.

It is definitely not an ordinary gangster, but more like a battle-tested soldier. The gunshots are not very dense, and the continuity is not very strong, but the rhythm is good.

I knew it was a veteran when I heard it, and even ordinary soldiers didn't have such a good psychological quality. "

"So you can judge the opponent's combat effectiveness by gunshots." The agent nodded at him.

"It's not combat power, but control over the rhythm of combat. To do this, unless it is an experienced soldier.

It is the kind that can only be cultivated after participating in many battles. "Pittman replied.

"This is very important. It seems that the opponent should be a professional soldier and be good at using non-lethal weapons.

Explain that the opponent may have experience in special operations. And when fighting fire, it was obvious that the opponent was very proficient in combat. "The agent nodded and recorded it.