I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"Food, yours."

That is English that is worse than some Orientals.

The veil of the AK47 was hung on the chest with a veil on the chest, and a turbid soup and a dark bread were placed on the table in the room. Mocking at the white man who was squatting in the corner, turned and slammed the door.

After seeing the man leave with the light, Roberts faintly moved, then quickly moved to the side of the table and grabbed the hard bread.

His golden curls had a little shine, and his face almost turned into a weak waxy yellow, but the eyes were still very clear. Even if the front is the soup that doesn't know what ingredients, the hand holds the bread that is almost immobile, and he doesn't show the expression of frustration.

He chews very finely, even if the things in his hand are as difficult to swallow as pig food.

But he is also very clear that the only way to maximize energy intake, save physical strength, so that the opportunity to seize the opportunity to escape.

The expression on Roberts' face was very relaxed. Even though the unfortunate reporter who was next to him next door had a pig-like horror, he did not show any emotions such as fear.

I don’t have to think about it, that person is definitely a horror film that was dragged to take a cut throat. After all, most ZFs will never compromise with terrorist organizations and pay ransom for hostages. Maybe two days later, he will see the unlucky guy again on Facebook, in the video situation... if he can live back to the Internet.

This is not the first time Roberts has faced such a danger. He used to be kidnapped by the guerrillas in Kuwait and almost wiped his neck. Fortunately, after Blackwater International took the money, it did indeed do something. Together with the US Marine Corps, he saved him in the midst of a thousand miles.

But now this is a bit overhanging. Although he is a US citizen, what he did in the past few years is also in the national interest, but his smuggling of crude oil from Iran in the last two years has been targeted by the FBI. It is said that special agents are collecting evidence in this regard, but obviously there is no tension. It is very likely that the sudden betrayal of the informant is the ghost trick of the FBI to kill the knife. How can the US military send someone to save him?

Barton’s bald man was very timid. I was afraid that the FBI would beat him a few times. The goods were added to the witness protection plan and sold the old friend directly.

Roberts was not too angry at this, and he has seen a lot of betrayal of this kind of thing. This time if he is planted here, then Bard that bald is lucky, if he lives back to Los Angeles... Hey.

Roberts showed a stern smile on his face.

Of course, these are all talks now. After all, the probability of his surviving is really awkward. Although Nick is a trustworthy person, he is also a good warrior. But what he said is just a person. It is still too impractical to deal with a group of heavily armed terrorists.

What's more, the hostages are rescued, and they have to be quick-fixed.

Shaking his head in mockery, Roberts smashed the last bit of bread and lay back on the bed.

His instinct told him that he would not have something this time. His instincts saved his life more than once, so he believed in his instincts and did not give up the hope of surviving...

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After getting off the plane, Jiang Chen’s foot was on the ground at Baghdad International Airport.

This city full of religious atmosphere is not exactly as hot as the news-link broadcast, at least near the airport.

The scars left by the war in this exotic city have gradually been repaired by time, and foreign tourists coming and going at the airport seem to confirm this. Of course, he also knows that such prosperity is limited.

IS has occupied half of the northern part of Iraq, even though the sky above Baghdad is still sunny, but I am afraid that it will not be long before it will once again fill the color of the smoke.

Jiang Chen, wearing sunglasses, stood at the airport gate for a while, then took out his mobile phone and inquired about Google Maps. He quickly found out where Nick agreed to meet him.

While preparing to stop a taxi, an unlicensed car parked in front of him.

"Sir, do you need a taxi service?"

Actually Chinese? Although not smooth.

"Really, you will speak Chinese?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised. After hesitating for a while, he opened the door.

"Because I often look for work near your oil wells, such as picking up employees from PetroChina. After a long time, I learned Chinese." The young man smiled, revealing a white tooth, and then skillfully started the car. "My name is Aisa, what about you?"

"Jiang Chen, go to this location on the map." Jiang Chen directly pointed the location on the mobile map to Aisa.

"Ok."

Looking at the changing street scenes on both sides, Jiang Chen chatted with the taxi driver who looked like he was about the same age. I heard a lot of interesting things.

"If you are traveling, I recommend that some cities in the south have a lot of fun. Don't go north, Hardy has almost fallen, and it may not take long for Baghdad to be safe." ”

"Oh? It seems that you know a lot about this. How long have you been doing this?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"It’s almost six years. After I retired, I almost started to do taxis. I also had a tour guide for a while.” Aisa grinned and said.

"You still have been a soldier? I feel that you are no bigger than me." Jiang Chen asked with some doubts.

"I was in the army when I was 12 years old. In your words, it should be called the Iraq war." Isa shrugged and said, "A farce that even the enemy can't see, it will soon end. I was then I only felt like I was shot by Sa-Dam and then rushed to the front line to surrender."

The secret of this young boy’s experience, he did not continue on this topic.

The car quickly drove to the destination, and Jiang Chen also generously handed $10 to his hand. Looking at the direction of the car leaving, Jiang Chen stretched out and began to look for Nick's trace.

"This side." At this moment, the foreigners who drank coffee under the shed suddenly waved to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen sat directly opposite Nick. Still not stable, Nick hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Only you?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen picked up the empty cup on the side and filled himself with a cup.

Very bitter, it seems to be the more authentic Turkish coffee.

Jiang Chen took a sip and let it go, but he noticed a slightly disappointing expression on Nick's face.

"Oh? You seem to be very disappointed?" Jiang Chen asked with an eyebrow.

"Your skill should be strong, but it's hard to have only two of us," Nick whispered.

"I am stronger than just my skills. You will know when you get there." Jiang Chen shrugged. "What about your weapons?"

"In the car, do you need me to prepare for you?" Nick asked Jiang Chenchen to start, so he asked.

"No, my weapon is ready. I believe you have a clue about your boss. We will rescue him. Oh, he still owes me a business." Jiang Chen smiled. The tone is very relaxed, as if you don't put those horror-moleces in your eyes.

The performance of Jiang Chen's "light enemy" made Nick slightly frown, but there is no better way at the moment, and it is dangerous to drag on for another day.

The intuition of being a soldier tells him that this person is not bad, but he is not sure how to do it.

"The specific situation we said in the car, Roberts' situation is very bad. If you read the news yesterday, you will find that IS has executed an American journalist. If you still don't get the ransom before tomorrow, IS will May tear the ticket." Nick ordered a cigarette, and then handed it to Jiang Chen, and took Jiang Chen to his car.

"Do your boss can't afford the ransom?" Jiang Chen put the smoke on his mouth and took out the lighter to ignite.

"IS is what the US government wants," Nick said faintly.

The meaning is already self-evident.

The car started, and Nick took the steering wheel and drove in the direction outside the city. A total of two security forces checkpoints were passed along the way, but they were all symbolic and found to be released after no bombs. The rifle, which was hidden under the cushion by Nick, also passed the security check twice.

On the way, Nick explained to Jiang Chen what troubles they had encountered this time.

About five days ago, Roberts came to Iraq at the invitation of his old friend Barton. A $20 million arms order, the buyer is a Kurdish military officer who is on the front line with IS. It’s the practice of this desert to place orders with American intermediaries and then get extra munitions. Although Roberts felt that something was wrong, he was not too suspicious.

After all, this is a list of 20 million dollars, and he can earn more than one million dollars from his hand.

Barton, this old guy is really too interesting!

Yes, it’s too interesting...

It was not easy for the arms to get the front line of the government army and IS, but did not expect to wait for a group of extremists armed with "An La-Huba Aka".

Nick can really play, with a M27 killing at least nine gangsters who are not afraid of death, but this is not a good thing.

In order to intercept the munitions, the IS that obtained the "secret intelligence" sent at least one infantry company, and also equipped with heavy-duty machine guns, RPG and other firepower. In minutes, he hit his head and almost confessed to it.

The arms fell into the hands of IS, and Roberts was captured. Nick killed a **** road and finally fled to a safe area.

Of course, this does not mean that he wants to leave the boss, Roberts saved his life. Only he knew that he could only save the boss if he escaped first.

He has been wandering in the town of Hadi, and he has a hunch that the IS organization has not sent Roberts to the rear. Sure enough, the next day he suddenly received a strange call. On the other side of the phone, he claimed to have picked up a ten-dollar bill, which read, "Tell this call and tell him where the banknotes are, and you will get $100." Nick's first reaction may be a trap, but this is his only clue. After meeting the Arab man, Nick paid him $100 and then followed him to the area where the banknote was picked up.

Fortunately, this is not a trap. Roberts is worthy of an old fox. His soles are always covered with a ten-dollar bill. He believes that the first US Treasury Secretary can bring him wealth. At the same time, he can save his life at a critical moment.

Obviously, "Hamilton" saved his life.

"Why don't you contact the embassy, ​​is your American soldier not an expert in saving the hostage?" Jiang Chen smiled easily.

"It was the ghost of the FBI. The idiots couldn't find the evidence, so they just wanted to get rid of Roberts." Nick slammed the smoke. At this time, he had put on his sunglasses, and Jiang Chen couldn't see him. The expression on the face.

"Oh? I thought Roberts represented the interests of your government." Jiang Chen shrugged.

"On the Iraqi side, it is also in Ukraine, but not on the Iranian issue." Nick briefly summarized the problem, turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the road.

It can be seen that Roberts trusted his bodyguard and told him even these inconvenient things.

Speaking of it, Jiang Chen seems to remember that Roberts had told him before that he had done smuggling of oil. Presumably, it was revealed that it was pointed out by the FBI.

"Don't you take the road?"

"There was an inspection station set up by IS. We couldn't get through. And, it's coming." Roberts drove the car into the alley calmly and then turned off the engine.

Jiang Chen pushed the car out of the car and looked around. It seems to be a slum here, and occasionally one or two children look out of the window with a thin face to curiously see the two foreigners. But soon there will be a big hand sticking out, pulling the active children back, and then closing the window tightly.

"It seems that these civilians are very sensitive to the war." Jiang Chen smiled and said, throwing away the cigarette **** in his hand.

"They went through the war from the moment they opened their eyes." Nick took a travel bag from under the car seat and carried it on his shoulder. When he saw Jiang Chen’s sullen look, he frowned. "Are you okay?"

"No problem, believe me." Jiang Chen sighed.

"In Iraq, Chinese Kung Fu has no use."

"Don't we Chinese people in the eyes of foreigners?" Jiang Chen laughed.

Sure enough, still have a hand?

Jiang Chen reached out to the back with his right hand and started the storage space. In the eyes of Nick, it just looked like a shake. A pistol appeared in Jiang Chen’s hands.

Nick was secretly scared, even his veteran did not notice where Jiang Chen hid the gun.

Moreover, he didn't have any impression of how the gun looked.

"Is this gun?"

"11-style tactical pistol, private custom, no need to care." Jiang Chen inserted the pistol in the purse, then shrugged.

After seeing this scene, Nick nodded and no longer said anything about his ability.

In this way, Jiang Chen followed Nick and walked to the building where Roberts was detained.