Firepower is king

Camp Wood is a small town in central Texas, but Americans have a broader definition of a small town. A town with hundreds or thousands of people is called a small town, and a town with only a few families is called a small town.

Wood Camp was okay. There should be dozens of families and hundreds of people, so it could be considered a real town. However, in such a small place, Gao Guang still couldn't find the address written on a small piece of paper.

Gao Guang was already very tired, but he had no time to rest or waste. He spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to charter a flight from Dubai to Houston, then continued to transfer from Houston, took a small plane to the nearest airport in Camp Wood, and then rented a car to arrive. Camp Wood, which consumed a total of twenty hours of his time.

The continuous running around really exhausted Gao Guang, and he was only one person, so he had to find out where David lived in Camp Wood.

There were no coordinates, no house number, only a name called Wood Camp Wilweather. So whether this Wilweather was the name of the street, the name of the building, whether it was a shop or a community, Gao Guang had no idea.

I couldn't find it on the satellite map, and even after asking local residents, I still couldn't find it.

Gao Guang already felt a bit like searching for an expert from outside the world, but he really didn't like this feeling now.

"Hello, can you check this address for me?"

The fourth person asking for help is a young man who looks very kind. Gao Guang hopes he can get the answer here.

Young people in small towns tend to be more honest. He stopped, looked at the note Gao Guang was holding, thought about it again and again, and finally shook his head.

The young man walked away, but he took two steps and stopped again. Then he said to Gao Guang: "Maybe you should ask the old man about it. There are many place names here that are only spread among the old people."

Gao Guang also got a clue. He started looking for an old man on the street. Then, at the door of a store, he saw an old man who had just walked out with a pile of things.

Gao Guang rushed forward and said, "Sir, do you know where Wilweather is?"

The old man was stunned for a moment. He fell into deep thought. After thinking for a long time, he said: "I know this place, Willweather Farm, is..."

The old man paused. He didn't know what to say, so after looking at the highlight, he said, "Follow me in the car."

The old man drove a rather broken pickup truck. He put the things he bought in the car and drove the car to lead the way. Then the road he led was really hard to pinpoint. After three turns, the old man was moving away from the small truck. Stopped at a fork in the town.

Gao Guang poked his head out of the car, and the old man also poked his head out, and said to Gao Guang: "About five miles along this dirt road, you will reach the Willweather Farm. You are driving too slow, chink. You should really learn how to drive!"

Gao Guang was stunned. He really didn't know whether he should jump out of the car and beat up the old man, or say thank you to the old man.

Because the old man said a very serious racial discrimination word, just like nigger, which should never be used.

The old man turned his head around on the road, so he didn't just bring the highlights here along the way. He brought the highlights from the town on purpose.

If it were another place or another person, Gao Guang might just draw his gun and shoot, but this old man had just driven at least ten kilometers just to show him the way.

Now Gao Guang and the old man were in the car, and they stopped on a country road that was not wide. Then, the old man said to Gao Guang again: "You haven't said thank you yet, bastard!"

Gao Guang was very angry, and he had never thought of handling the current situation this way, so he immediately said: "Thank you for bringing me here, but if you dare to be rude again, I will shoot you in the head!"

The old man spat on the ground with disdain and drove away.

Gao Guang was confused now because he was wondering if this old man would be bored and drive more than ten kilometers just to lead him to a deserted road. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that this old man is so eager to help others. On the other hand, there is the behavior of speaking harshly.

It's very schizophrenic, hard to accept, and even harder to understand.

But we have already arrived at this place, and it will be dark in two or three hours. Gao Guang thinks that it is better to go forward and take a look. Maybe this old man is really just schizophrenic, but he is still leading the right way. .

So Gao Guang and the old man both cursed and drove in different directions.

Gao Guang drove onto the dirt road. The road was not wide and the road conditions were not good. Gao Guang always paid attention to the number on the car's odometer. When he was almost five kilometers away, he suddenly saw a large wooden house.

The wooden house, which is particularly common on farms, stands alone in front of a forest, just on one side of the path, about a hundred meters away from the road. The terrain on both sides is flat, but there are no crops planted or any livestock.

The wooden house looks very old, but based on the terrain on both sides, Gao Guang feels that this place should be a farm, at least it used to be a farm.

Gao Guang turned the car onto the farm road, and just as he turned the corner, he found a small wooden sign. The writing on it was very blurry, but a few words could be vaguely read.

"Private property, no trespassing."

That's basically what the wooden sign meant. Gao Guang thought about it for a while and drove forward.

Gao Guang stopped about ten meters away from the wooden house. He now even doubted whether anyone lived here, because there were no supplies needed for the farm outside the wooden house. Even the supplies that American farmers needed Not a single car.

It's not that Americans must have cars, but it would be really abnormal for a person with a farm to not have a car.

Gao Guang got out of the car and took two steps towards the wooden house. When he was observing whether there were any signs of life in the house, he finally heard a not very loud sound.

"Stop, take your feet off my land, or I'll beat you to death."

No one could be seen, but there was a sound, which seemed to come from inside the house.

Gao Guang spread his hands, and then he said loudly: "Hello, I am... is this Mr. David Steen?"

There was no sound in the room, and just when Gao Guang continued to speak, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Gao Guang didn't move. He didn't turn around and run away, nor did he lie down to seek cover. He just looked down and looked at the bullet hole that appeared on the ground less than a centimeter in front of his toes.

Direct shooting, warning shot, the bullet hit the ground as it grazed the tip of the toe.

But Gao Guang didn't run away. He just spread his hands and said, "I don't mean any harm. Can we talk?"

"Are you a police officer, or the FBI, or someone from the Veterans Administration?"

"no."

"roll!"

Gao Guang still didn't move, and he said loudly: "The general asked me to come to you. Can you go in and talk? I'm not here to trouble you, I just want to talk to you about something."

"General? Haha, general... come in and talk."

Gao Guang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked onto the porch, grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open, and immediately saw a man.

Gao Guang was shocked because the man in front of him was so ugly. There were at least four or five scars on the left side of his face, completely occupying half of his face. Then his mouth was slanted and the left side of his nose was missing. A piece that looks indescribably weird and ugly.

With a sudden thought in his heart, Gao Guang bowed slightly to the man in front of him and said, "Hello, you are David Steen."

"I am."

David spoke, his voice a little slurred because he seemed to be unable to open his half-mouth when speaking.

Could it be that he was paralyzed? Gao Guang was too embarrassed to look at David carefully, but he still glanced at him.

He is over 1.7 meters tall, with a slightly rickety feeling. I cannot judge my height specifically. I am not fat, but it has nothing to do with being strong. I am not the kind of person who exercises for a long time.

His eyes are neither sharp nor aggressive, but his words and expression are very cold. When he closes his mouth and doesn't speak, he looks like a common farmer in Texas. Except for the scar on his face, which looks particularly ugly, I really can’t say what’s special about it.

But Gao Guang knew that the person in front of him was very different, so his tolerance level increased a lot.

But where should I start? Gao Guang had thought about what to say, but he had forgotten it now.

Let's start with a topic that veterans like. Gao Guang spread his hands and said: "It's not easy to find you. The gun is good."

David was holding a gun in his hand, an ordinary shotgun. From the highlight, it looked like a Ruger mini 14, a .22 small-caliber rifle that could be considered a national gun.

But David didn't answer Gao Guang's words. He just said coldly: "The general asked you to come."

"Uh, General Lloyd, General Gortney, I'm actually the boss of King's Defense Company. I'm here to invite you..."

"General Lloyd Gortney?"

David looked very confused. He thought for a long time and finally said, "I don't know him. Who is he?"

"It's normal for you to not know him. He didn't directly command you, but he left a deep impression on you."

David frowned and said, "Who do you represent?"

"I don't represent anyone. I am just the boss of a PMC company. I want you to work for me. Oh, King Defense is a legal private military company. Our headquarters is..."

David smiled half-heartedly, shook his head and said, "You don't know me?

Gao Guang was stunned for a moment and said, "I must know your past, otherwise why would I come here because of your reputation."

David grinned. He was ugly when he wasn't smiling, but terrifying when he smiled.

"You're here just like this? Inviting me to work for you?"

"Yeah, what's the problem? Well, you are indeed David, Mr. Steen, right?"

"I'm David Steen."

The person was right. David looked at Gao Guang for a moment with scrutinizing eyes and said, "Are you sure you want to give me a job?"

"Yes, of course, if you want."

"Where to work!"

David emphasized his tone, and Gao Guang hesitated for a moment, but finally answered honestly: "Iraq."

I don’t know if David is willing to go abroad, hoping that the trip will not be in vain, but David took a step forward and said: "Are you sure you really know me and know me, and you want to continue to invite me to work in Iraq?"

Gao Guang finally realized that David's question was different from what he thought, so he couldn't continue to say that, so he put on a puzzled expression and said: "You are the precision shooter David of team D, that's right. Bar?"

David nodded, and then he suddenly laughed out loud and said, "I really don't understand now. You can find me, but you don't know me. Man, does anyone want you to die?"