From arms dealer to king of war

Ella Ravi sat on a fishing boat and entered the core of the Amazon from Colombia with 12 heavily armed guys.

This guy was once the head of the CIA in Iraq, and it was he who took the wife and children of Hafali who detonated the dirty bomb to the United States.

Al Rahway had interactions with Boss Joe in both Iraq and the United States. If the people from P.B. had not solved the dirty bomb problem, even if this guy was lucky enough to escape the dirty bomb explosion, he would have to spend the rest of his life under investigation. pass.

He couldn't figure out why he would be approached by such a fucking mission since he was already transferred to Colombia.

Al knows better than many people what kind of person Boss Joe is, and even more aware of his potential in the CIA.

Lieutenant General Maguire, the former head of the CIA's Counter-Terrorism Center, was from P.B.

Although this guy has been transferred to the Department of Defense, his influence within the CIA is still there, especially in this period when the CIA boss has not yet been confirmed...

Now someone is using the Defense Intelligence Agency to mobilize Special Operations Command and arrange for a team to go to Brazil for a mission.

The leader of the mission actually hit Al Rahway on the head, which made him want to die!

Because he knew that if he didn't think of a way, he would be dead!

And he was very sure that not only would he die miserably, but the guys on the mission would also die.

Once the internal operations against jackals in the United States are exposed, no matter whether they are successful or not, many people will die as a result.

Al Rahway, who had been traveling on the water for three days, looked at a middle-aged black man with an expressionless face. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "Frod, I think we need to find a quiet place to chat. About this mission..."

The middle-aged black man Frode glanced at Al, then glanced at his guys, and said: "These are my guys here, I think there is nothing I can't say..."

After hearing this, Al lowered his head and struggled for a few minutes, and finally said: "Do you know who your target is this time?"

After hearing this, Frode frowned and said: "I don't know, the people above said that someone will notify me after I arrive at the location.

you know? "

Al helplessly spread his hands and said, "I don't know, I'm just the one responsible for arranging for you to get on the boat.

I didn't have to follow, but I knew something happened in the Brazilian Amazon, and there was someone there...

I'm worried that your target is him..."

Frode was stunned for a moment, looked at Al with a frown, and said, "Who?"

Al helplessly spread his hands and said: "There are people from the Colombian cartel drug trafficking group there, as well as P.B.'s jackals..."

After hearing this, Frode said curiously: "Then..."

Al lamented and said: "You are not so naive as to think that your mission is to be the minions of the cartel group, are you?"

As he spoke, Al looked at Frode, whose face suddenly stiffened, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, you are no longer a rookie...

If someone above informs you that the mission target is a jackal, what do you think your fate will be? "

Frode looked at Al with a bitter look on his face, frowned and said, "So there is a reason why you followed?"

Al spread his hands and sighed: "Of course, you think I like this damn rain forest?

In our line of work, if you want to live until you retire safely, you need a clear head..."

Frode looked at Al and said in a deep voice: "You want to betray..."

Al quickly waved his hand and said: "Don't say it so exaggeratedly, how can this be betrayal?

Jackals are certainly not the enemy of the United States, I just want to prevent us from making mistakes.

Of course, sometimes avoiding mistakes requires us to make some unprofessional choices...

I'm 48 fucking years old and I don't want to die at the hands of my own people. Is this too much to ask?

In the past ten years, an average of 42 employees at the Fort Bragg base died in various accidents every year, and many people who came into contact with those people also died.

I don't want to be one of them!

Brother, as the most elite Delta, I guess you have heard of it.

I don't want to be one of them! "

After a moment of silence, Froed said: "Sir, a CIA field intelligence chief, accusing the U.S. Special Operations Command of a felony!"

Al Rahway said with a wry smile: "If I hadn't met him, I would definitely not have farted.

If I didn't know the jackals were there, I never would have come with you.

Fort Bragg's chain of command is complex and contains the interests of all parties.

Most of the time, you people perform tasks, but you have no idea what the purpose of the task is.

I also want to pretend like I don't know anything like I did in the past, arrange a boat for you, and then go back to the hotel to find a beautiful girl to spend the night with.

But when I realize who your target might be, I can't...

Because I know that once you take action, no matter whether you succeed or not, we are all dead!

Believe me, not only are we doomed, but our families will also suffer the same fate!

Remember the people from Seal Town, Virginia? "

Frode looked at Al's expression. He looked at his companions, then shook his head and said, "We're not sure yet..."

When Frode was talking, the computer on the signal soldier next to him suddenly rang...

The communications soldier opened the tactical computer on his chest and took a look, then took off the computer with a livid face and handed it to Frode...

"Boss, what this guy said is true, what should we do?"

Froed fell into deep thought for a moment...

If they were ordinary soldiers, what they had to do now was execute orders.

But they are deltas, and deltas that do the unacknowledged dirty work.

Soldiers shouldn't have doubted it, but that was P.B...

Not only did they save the entire New York from the dirty bomb crisis, but what that jackal did for a bunch of abandoned seals is something that almost everyone in the military knows about.

Without Al Rahway, Froed would still have carried out his orders without hesitation, because he knew that there was often a discrepancy between media propaganda and facts.

But now a CIA agent told him that there was a problem with the mission, so he had no choice but to stop worrying.

No matter how powerful Delta is, they are still human beings, and they will think about themselves and their families.

They are not afraid of death, but what about their families?

The seal families in Virginia have already given the answer. If P.B hadn't pulled that team of seals out of the abyss, they would have all been destroyed!

But he didn't dare to let Froud disobey the order, because the consequences would also be serious...

Frode glanced at the guys around him and found that their expressions began to become hesitant. After hesitating for a few minutes, he looked at Al and said, "The consequences of disobeying orders are very serious. Do you have any opinions?"

Al Rahway took out a satellite phone and sighed: "I know a bastard named Forrester, I can say hello to him in advance...

Then we may encounter drug dealers during the mission, and finally we will unfortunately be captured after encountering P.B.'s team.

Fort Bragg will definitely not recognize your existence. When the time comes, I will beg you for mercy and let you enjoy better prisoner treatment in P.B..."

Froed stared at Al Rahway and said, "What about you?"

Al spread his hands and said: "Of course I will go back to Colombia...

Brother, as long as you keep living, I will be safe!

Because I'm just a person who arranges transportation, and I don't know who your target is! "

Frode looked at the shameless Al and said in disbelief: "You are going to betray us to PB's people, and then ask us to fight against drug dealers and help that jackal from the side...

In the end, we have to bear all the consequences ourselves! "

After hearing this, Al spread his hands and said, "Do you have any better suggestions?

If so, you can say it now, everything is negotiable...

For example, when you are imprisoned, I can find someone to give you some softer pillows. "

When Frode heard this, he said angrily: "Why can't the people from P·B cooperate with us?

That jackal can fake his death, and then we can go back to the United States to find out what's going on..."

Al looked at Frode as if he were a fool and said, "I'm kidding, who is Jackal, and what are your identities?

Do you know how many interest groups Jackal is involved in?

You want to complete the mission and go back to investigate secretly. Who do you want to investigate?

I bet your mission doesn't even exist, and if you succeed, everyone involved will be silenced.

This kind of thing has happened more than once. Do you think the legend of Fort Bragg’s innocent ghost is a joke? "

After hearing this, Frode said bitterly: "So no matter what we choose, we are all doomed, right?"

Al said sympathetically: "You are indeed doomed, but if you do as I say, you can at least save your own life...

I'm not kidding. If you don't listen to me, I will jump off here and swim back to Colombia by myself, and then I will find an aboriginal tribe to hang out with for the rest of my life. "

Frode looked at Al with a serious look on his face, shook his head and said, "You have informed P·B of our whereabouts, right?"

Al nodded without any shame and said: "That's right, I have to think about it for myself...

My old friend Forrester is still the intelligence chief of Afica, but his family has immigrated to Monaco. Do you know how much the house prices are there?

I don’t want to either, but when things get to this point, why don’t I, the South American commander, think about it for myself? "

As he spoke, Al pointed to the communications soldier and said: "Man, Fort Bragg sent you the information about the jackals, which proves that we are not far from them.

You have to make your choice earlier so that I can help you get decent treatment..."

Just as Al was speaking, several speedboats suddenly appeared on the water behind...

A large number of armed drug traffickers shined bright flashlights on the fishing boats and started yelling...

When Froed saw this situation, he glared at Al, who didn't seem surprised at all, and cursed: "You fucking brought us into the drug dealer's lair..."

Al squatted on the ground and said with a dry smile: "It wasn't me, it was the mission that brought you here. I just forgot to remind you of your current situation.

After all, I just arrived, so I shouldn’t know so clearly, right?

But you are in the Delta, a few drug dealers can’t trouble you..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A series of heavy machine gun bullets hit the fishing boat...

Al looked at the boatman who was beaten to pieces in the cockpit, and he screamed: "FUCK, how could these drug dealers have such heavy weapons..."

Frode, can you..."

Frode looked at the drug dealer's speedboat approaching in the distance, and the fire erupting above the jungle in the distance. He knew that he had entered the core of the battle between the drug dealer and P·B...

Looking at Al lying on the ground holding his head, Froed gritted his teeth, picked up the gun, fought back and cursed: "FUCK YOU!

Al!

FUCK YOU! "

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