Battlefield Contractor

"What's the matter, boss?" Kuima asked in a low voice.

"Let's drive, we still have work to do." Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder.

CIA agent Greg is at his residence at the moment, and his residence has a small hidden storage room.

There is a workbench and many other tools. There are various semi-finished products and raw materials for explosives.

After Greg came back, he has been cleaning up these things. Some explosive parts were carefully broken by him with a small hammer.

Then it was put in the toilet and flushed away. These are some exquisite timing detonators, very small.

And some explosives, he is also using chemical decomposition method to destroy. He is an expert in this area, using chemical methods to decompose and destroy chemicals.

The advantage of this method is that as long as the residue is handled properly after destruction, it is difficult to find out.

The explosion of the helicopter that Mr. K was riding in a few days ago and the interference explosions in the base hospital two days ago were all from his handwriting.

But after the assassination missed in the hospital, Greg clearly felt something was wrong, so starting from yesterday, he started to tidy up as soon as he had time.

Collect all the evidence, especially all the explosives, and conduct centralized destruction.

In this way, even if he is suspected, it is impossible to find any evidence. Because the raw materials and detonating devices of these explosives are secret methods. It cannot be traced at all.

As long as he destroys these direct evidence, there will be no evidence to prove that he did it. And he is very smart, and every time an incident occurs, he has evidence of his alibi.

So no matter how you suspect, you can guarantee that you will not be included in the scope of the investigation by the CIA's internal investigation team.

And he is different from George. In both operations, he only provided bombs and did not personally participate in the specific operations.

So Greg believes that as long as the evidence is destroyed, he cannot be investigated.

But while he was dealing with these things, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside.

Greg immediately stopped the movement of his hands, carefully took off the goggles, and at the same time took off the gloves used to protect against chemicals.

"Who is it?" he asked, carefully closing the storage room door.

"Delivery, sir, the vegetable wraps and drinks you want." The person outside replied.

Greg heaved a sigh of relief carefully, then walked over to open the door.

But the people at the door didn't seem to be delivering food at all. In Djibouti, most food delivery people are local blacks.

But the person standing at the door now is indeed a white man with red hair.

"You..." Greg was taken aback for a while.

But the other party had already pushed the door in, and there was a person behind him who looked like Asian.

"Hey, what's the matter? You can't just come in like this." Greg frowned.

"Sorry Mr. Greg, I just ate your vegetable burrito, but it tastes really fucking. Especially they added cheese in it. The key point is that the cheese tastes like gasoline." The red-haired white man walked in. , Sat directly on his sofa, chattering endlessly.

I found the Asian man behind him, but said nothing.

"Who are you?" Greg was alert.

"I'm your health diet consultant. I think you should try Russian red cabbage soup or some beef stew." The red-haired white man was Sergey, and he said with a hippy smile, "It's really impossible to come. You can also order Chinese food. For example, Zuo Jiangjun chicken?"

The Zuojun chicken he was talking about was actually Zuo Zongtang's chicken. It can be said that it is the "first dish" of Chinese food in the eyes of Americans. But to put it bluntly, it's fried chicken with sauce. It is an improved Chinese food that is neither Chinese nor foreign.

Greg froze for a moment, and Lin Rui had already walked up from behind.

Sergey was talking nonsense, and he saw that Lin Rui was Asian.

Greg thought for a moment that these two people were here to promote Chinese food.

He suddenly became so angry that he waved his hand again and again, "No, I don't eat Chinese food. Thank you for your kindness, but please leave."

But at this moment, he suddenly received a punch in the face. Lin Rui couldn't help but punched him in the face when he came up.

Painful Greg suddenly bent down, "Damn, what are you doing?"

Panicked, Greg hurried to touch the pistol in his lower back. But his hand was on his back, but he stayed there.

Because the pistol he put in the holster of the back waist has disappeared.

Sitting on the sofa, Sergey drew out a pistol like a trick. It was the pistol that Greg had originally worn on his back.

It occurred to Greg that when he opened the door just now, the white man with red hair squeezed in on his own.

That is, at that time, I had slight physical contact with him. But I didn't expect to take advantage of this moment, the other party would disarm himself.

"You bombed Mr. K's helicopter? You did the two explosions in the hospital too?" Lin Rui looked at him directly.

Greg was taken aback, but he calmed down instantly and shook his head, "What explosion, what helicopter? I don't even know what you are talking about. Who are you?"

"We are the ones who want your life." Lin Rui stretched out his hand and grabbed him. "You think you did it in secret, but no one knows it?"

Greg was calm, knowing he had dealt with the evidence almost. Although there is still a little explosive material left in the storage room, I am an expert in explosives research. It is not unusual to have these raw materials.

The more important mini-detonator had been smashed by him and flushed away in the toilet. In other words, even if Lin Rui and others rushed into the storage room now, they could not get any key evidence.

So Greg's attitude is quite strong, "I don't care who you are, it's better to give me out now. It looks like you are members of the military, but even your military has no right to interfere in the affairs of the intelligence department."

"Boss, this guy is pretty arrogant." Sergey shook his head, "It's better to just kill it."

Lin Rui sneered and pressed Greg on the table. "I have nothing to do with Mr. K. Even if you blow him up, it has nothing to do with me.

But the point is, you **** do something on my island. The result has caused me a lot of trouble, so I have to ask you to settle the account. "

After speaking, he pressed Greg on the table and beat him violently. Greg tried to resist several times, but Sergey next to him kept reminding him, "Do you want to fight back? I can hold a gun in my hand.

In addition, even if you fight back, you will be beaten even worse. This guy is very good at playing, just like Bruce Lee in the movie.

And he is still in a bad mood, so I advise you to be beaten obediently until you are beaten to death. "