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Good death!

The video is moving forward, and Asayama Wei's subsequent words come from the speaker of the big head machine.

After listening to what the other party said several times, Ibrahim patted his belly with joy.

In order to stabilize its own dollar and allow its own dollar to harvest the whole world, America needs oil.

In order to rebuild this fragmented country and make the people of this country look like human beings when they walk outside, Iraq needs oil.

In order to enjoy a better and more luxurious life, Iraqi officials and landlords need oil.

In order to afford food, ordinary Iraqis need oil to provide them with job opportunities.

But at this time, someone used the excuse of cheering for Lebanon to attack the Chinese who were building oil fields.

This is to be an enemy of everyone!

Now he was beaten to death!

Good death!

Taking a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed:

"Gasar, our opportunity to push the Foreign Agent Act and the Land Act has come. You quickly organize the relevant personnel and go to work tomorrow to deal with it immediately."

"Hurry up, understand?"

"We must take this opportunity to solve the problem at one time."

After giving the order here and resting for a few minutes, Ibrahim took out the phone and called another person.

"Tili, go to Kirkuk City and find a man named Kim Tae-hoon, who is a Korean. They should have bodyguards."

"Go find him and kill him, preferably in the name of Americans."

After giving the simple order, the chairman of the reconstruction committee hung up the phone, got up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the eastern sky has lit up, and a circular outline can be vaguely seen.

That is the sun.

The dark night before dawn is the most difficult to endure.

Go to sleep.

Don't let yourself die.

He fell asleep.

Someone was woken up by the noise.

In Qatar, Hanks was still immersed in the gentle land of the blonde angel, but the call from Washington woke him up from his sleep.

"Can you be more sensible? Killing a person, do you need to let the whole world know?"

"Threatening?"

"Be a human being!"

After being scolded for no reason, Hanks was confused. He waited until the person on the other side stopped scolding and asked:

"What happened?"

The person on the other side of the phone was even more angry after hearing his confused words, and scolded: "Did you send a Beta team to kill a few Japanese?"

"If you want to kill someone, just kill them, why do you have to take a video? Do you know that Japan is a bit annoying now?"

"Japan is annoying? Is it necessary to care about their reaction?" Hanks asked back. He didn't understand. It was just Japan.

Is it important?

It is important, but not that important.

The person on the other side seemed to have expected his reaction. He didn't say anything extra, but said softly:

"What's important is not their reaction, but can you avoid people next time you do this?"

"We went to Iraq to help Iraq. If you do this, it will be troublesome if Russia gets involved by saying it's to maintain world peace."

"Do you understand?"

"Oh... I understand!" Hanks replied slowly, coughed lightly, and said very seriously: "But I didn't send anyone to kill people!"

The calm words came out, and the person on the phone was stunned for a few seconds, and then a bang was heard directly.

Amid the bang, the phone was hung up, and Hanks also got up from the bed and notified the intelligence officer to send the latest intelligence.

More than ten minutes later, looking at the intelligence sent by the intelligence officer, he had a playful look on his face. As a general, he knew very well that the people who appeared in the picture were definitely not ordinary militants.

They were special forces, and the elite among the elite.

He was very curious, who would be the people of such an elite team?

However, compared to the identities of these people, he wanted to know what the price was for hiring them.

If he could reach a deal with these people, reach a long-term cooperation, and recognize them as a special forces team under America, it would not be impossible.

Anyway, they are things that will be thrown away after use, so it doesn't matter.

With this idea in mind, he took out his mobile phone, pressed a number on the dial pad, and dialed it.

Unlike his calmness, a few hundred kilometers to the north, in the city of Kirkuk.

Kim Tae-hoon, head of the Middle East region of the Korean Business Association, was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously turning around in the hotel.

After turning around again, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Kim Sam-soon next to him, roaring: "You bitch, didn't you say there was no problem here?"

"Then tell me, what's going on?"

His collar was grabbed, and it was a little uncomfortable to breathe, but Kim Sam-soon still turned his head and looked at the computer monitor next to him.

On the big monitor, it happened to be the picture of Asayama Wei kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly to the American soldier in front of him.

Then the next sentence, this damn guy, regarded him as the mastermind behind the scenes.

Hearing this sentence from the loudspeaker again, Kim Tae-hoon collapsed. He had worked in the Arab region for a long time and he knew the people's thoughts here very well. If there was a problem, he would say a few words first. If it didn't make sense, he would just take action directly without wasting time.

Now that this damn Japanese is doing this, it is almost certain that the Iraqis are already making preparations to get rid of this annoying guy.

He came to Iraq to seek wealth, not to die.

Realizing that Jin Sanshun was distracted in his hand, Jin Taehun increased his shaking movements and roared:

"Hurry up and contact Mr. Ibrahim, tell him that we are not involved in this matter, and then contact me about the plane. I want to leave immediately."

After saying that, he let go and kicked Jin Sanshun on the butt.

After hearing the news from his immediate superior, Jin Sanshun jumped up and went out to arrange his departure.

But as soon as he walked out of the hotel, he found a lot of suspicious people around him. These people looked normal, but their eyes turned to the hotel from time to time.

It seems that he is waiting for someone.

Seeing this scene, he returned to the hotel without any hesitation, then found the hotel manager and informed him of the situation outside.

After hearing what he said, the hotel manager turned around, picked up the phone on the counter, and dialed the police station directly.

In less than 20 minutes, a police car appeared in front of the hotel, and the person leading the team was the local police chief, Jalim.

Seeing this face that he had seen several times, Jin Sanshun breathed a sigh of relief. He never expected that the Iraqi authorities would still value them so much in this situation and even send the local police chief to personally escort them. them.

He rubbed his face with both hands to put a smile on his fat face. He quickly stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Director Jalim, thank you for your help. We will always remember your kindness."

After shaking hands with this man politely, Jalim pointed outside the hotel and said softly:

"People outside are gathering now. Ask your people to come down quickly. I will personally escort you to Baghdad. Once you reach Baghdad, you will be safe."

After hearing these words, Jin Sanshun was overjoyed. He had seen the fighting power of these people. With these people escorting him, he was absolutely safe.

He turned his head towards Jalim, turned around and went upstairs, preparing to lead people to evacuate.

Ten minutes later, everyone gathered in the hotel lobby, counted the number of people, and confirmed that no one was missing. Jalim waved his hand:

"Let's go, I'll take you to Baghdad."

After walking out of the hotel, he said to Kim Tae-hun who wanted to get in the car with him:

"If you are in your own car, there may be fighting on the road. Our car is the key target of attack and it is very unsafe for you."

After listening to his words, Kim Tae-hun returned to his car with great gratitude, sat on the passenger seat, buckled his seat belt, clasped his hands together, and began to pray for God's blessing.

The motorcade set off and sped towards the south. In the first car, Jalim took out a mobile phone from under the seat and sent a text message to the only number on the phone:

【Be prepared to cut the grass and root out the roots! The fifth car! You fight the fourth one! 】

The convoy sped along the road and soon left Kirkuk behind. Looking at the scenery that was constantly receding and the familiar scenery that kept appearing in front of him, Kim Tae-hun breathed a sigh of relief.

If the locals were trying to get him, and they've caught up with him now, as long as he got to Baghdad and entered the consulate, everything would be fine.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, the car running in front of them suddenly exploded into a fireball.

When the driver saw the fireball, he subconsciously twisted the steering wheel.

Under the influence of strong inertia, the car rolled directly off the road. After rolling 1080 degrees in the air, the car lay on its back on the ground, unable to get up again.

This sudden movement also caused Kim Tae-hun to be thrown to pieces. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt. During the rolling process, he was not thrown out, but he was just a little dizzy.

When he woke up from his daze, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the vehicle, the first sight he saw outside made him pee.

On the road outside, the police and armed men were fighting. The police used their rifles to shoot carefully.

However, those militants were full of rockets. From time to time they would raise their heads and pull the trigger, and then a car would be taken away.

Bang!

A clear voice rang in Jin Taixun's ears, and the door of a modern off-road vehicle fell next to him, almost decapitating him.

This time, his three souls and seven souls were frightened away, and he shrank back into the car again, but...

As soon as he got back into the car, a drop of gasoline fell on his forehead. Smelling the strong smell of gasoline, Kim Tae-hun knew that he had to escape.

He took a deep breath, carefully got out of the car, looked at the positions of both parties, and then ran away.

As soon as he ran away, other Koreans also ran away.

On the militant side, Cavani pointed the scope at a policeman, looked at the other person's face for a while, retracted his head, took out a photo from his arms, and after confirming it repeatedly, aimed the scope again and pulled the trigger.

Just as he was about to take out another photo, he saw Kim Tae-hun running wildly and the team behind him. He gestured with his hands and figured out the escape speed of these people.

The first person was probably... a little faster than the Olympic champion.

The people behind are a little slower, but only a little.

Cavani was amazed at this outrageous speed. Is this the limit of the human body?

He took a breath, pointed the gun at the escaping man, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

As the gunshots rang out, the people running in the distance suddenly fell to the ground as if the pause button had been pressed. They twisted on the ground for a while, and then there was no movement. Then it was the others.

After dealing with these people, Cavani stood up swaggeringly, showing his American desert camouflage under the camera of the Kirkuk police.

Finally, he blew a whistle at these people provocatively, and then arrogantly led them away.

When they left, on the police side, Kalim took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, turned off the safety of his pistol, and took out another gun from the car, which was an M14.

With the bullet loaded, he turned his head, pointed the muzzle at the people lying on the ground wailing, and pulled the trigger frantically.

After two magazines were fired, he spit out the cigarette butt and asked with a wandering look:

"Be a good person in the next life, okay?"

…………

Rheinsteel, Lin Yu put down the phone, followed Rhodes' instructions, climbed onto the Internet, and began to look for his so-called video.

After repeatedly browsing for several times, he finally found the so-called account and the corresponding video. After watching the video, he downloaded it and sent it to his mailbox using an external network account.

He glanced at the time and estimated that Hanks in Qatar was sleeping, so he took out his phone and dialed it.

"Hello, General Hanks? This is Lin Yu. Thank you for your help. With your thunderous action this time, I believe that those gangsters will never dare to act recklessly in the future."

"Thank you very much!"

"Well, I will prepare some specialties here and let my people bring them to you. I will give them to you when the time comes."

"Knowing that you are sleeping, I am anxious, right?"

"Thank you again for your help."

After speaking quickly, his right thumb moved quickly on the dial pad and dialed another call:

"Mr. Awad, the matter has been resolved. General Hanks personally sent a special team and has killed the mastermind behind the scenes. You said evidence? Yes, yes, I will transfer the evidence to you."

"It's a video, a video of the American special team, sent to my email."

"I will transfer it to you now. Please give me an email address in our country. There is a network problem here, so it is not easy to transfer it to you."

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu sat back in the chair, looking coldly at the trees outside the window and the sunshine.

In February, the temperature in Shandong Province was not high, and it was even cold.

After sitting in a chair and thinking for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and called Luo Ping.

In the dim morning light, Luo Ping knocked on Lin Yu's door with two pancakes.

While eating pancakes, Lin Yu said:

"I asked you to come here because I have something to discuss with you."

"We are doing projects abroad, which is different from those in China."

"The environment abroad is more chaotic and we need a security company. I originally wanted to wait for a while, but now this incident reminds me that it is better to do it sooner rather than later."

"Do you have any friends in this field?"