When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Seeing that this guy was being stubborn, Cavani chose to change his target. He took off his tactical watch, set a two-minute countdown, put the watch in front of Most, and said intimately:

"Two minutes is enough for you to explain the whole story. If you don't, we will kill you first today, and then kill your family."

"Don't worry, America's global deployment is obvious to all, and it's easy to kill your family."

"We came to Iraq to grab oil, and you dared to stop us from grabbing oil. You are so brave."

At this point, Cavani pointed at Adit and continued:

"Your conditions are different from his. If you tell the person behind the scenes, you can live."

But the next second, he changed his tone, stood up and turned his back to the two of them, twisted his neck, and his neck made a sound, and the words that almost caused the two to fight also rang at this moment.

"Whoever confesses first will live."

After speaking, he pressed the watch and the two-minute countdown began.

The numbers on the electronic LCD screen flashed quickly. As the numbers flashed, Cavani's other men also began to clean up the villa and shoot the people on the ground.

Each corpse was shot twice in the head. After two shots, they would squat down and check the temperature of the corpse to confirm that it was completely cool before continuing to shoot the next person.

The sound of the gun with a silencer was a bit dull. Every time a gunshot sounded, Adit and Most's hearts would jump.

Amid the sound of gunfire, a strange sound sounded, and with a beep, it stopped everyone's movements like a pause button.

Cavani turned around and loaded the pistol while walking. At the same time, a smile bloomed on his face:

"It's time to die!"

He squatted in front of the two people and stretched out his hand to push their heads.

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it. Then I can only say sorry."

After that, he fired without hesitation, but the muzzle was not aimed at the head, but at the limbs.

Glock 19, modified on the basis of Glock 18, but equipped with Glock 17's 17-round magazine.

The firepower is very strong.

After one magazine was used up, Adit was covered in blood and lay on the ground wailing.

Listening to his wailing, Most next to him could no longer bear it and shouted:

"It's the Japanese. The Japanese Chamber of Commerce contacted me some time ago and asked me to help. At the same time, they also said that once we messed up this matter, they could take over the project and then we would get more money."

"I did this all for Iraq."

Listening to his shouting, Cavani did not speak, but answered him with the Glock 19 in his hand, and 17 rounds of bullets were poured all over Adit.

In the interval between loading, Cavani squatted down and whispered: "Really? I don't believe it!"

"Really, really!" Most nodded repeatedly, and at the same time said another piece of news:

"These Japanese are going to take action against those who agree to the Land Act and the Foreign Agents Act. They have recently brought in a lot of weapons."

"Is that so?" Cavani showed a look of sudden enlightenment, then turned his head and asked his companion next to him:

"Did you record it all?"

The team member next to him nodded, stretched out his hand and patted his chest, where there was a portable camera.

It's a bit expensive, but very practical.

Confirming that the scene just now was recorded, Cavani stretched out his hand and patted Most's shoulder in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Then my dear Mr. Most, take us to find those Japanese now. If you find them, you can live, if you can't find them, you will die!"

After that, he loaded the Glock 19 bullet in his hand, and gently tapped the trigger with his finger. 17 bullets were poured onto Adit's body again.

The sound of "pu pu pu" scared Moster so much that he was scared out of his wits. Then, he stood up and walked out of the villa with the help of others.

When they arrived at the intersection of the block, they bumped into the oncoming police. Cavani, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the oncoming police with disdain, pointed at the villa in the distance and said:

"We are investigating the attack on the oil field in East Baghdad. You can choose to stop it, but you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

As he spoke, the other people in the car loaded their guns carelessly.

The police officer who blocked the road saw this scene and waved his hand: "Let them go."

After the two cars left, the police officer behind the police officer whispered: "This...isn't it not good?"

Listening to the question of the young man behind him, the police officer turned around and rolled his eyes at him, and asked:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"First of all, you must remember that being a policeman is just to make a living, a few hundred dollars a month, there is no need to risk your life."

"If you really have to risk your life, think about it, and then go for it, understand?"

Listening to his teachings, several young Jingyuan nodded thoughtfully, but soon, one of the young police officers asked curiously:

"Why do these Americans drive pickup trucks instead of their Hummers?"

This question completely stunned the police officer. After standing there for two seconds, he turned around and said quickly: "No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, understand?"

"Get in the car and go to the home of our former mayor, Mr. Most. We didn't see anything but bodies all over the floor."

The other side of Baghdad.

A street with Japanese characteristics.

It was late at night, and only the street lights were still flickering on the street. In a roadside restaurant, Asayama Mamoru was still sitting at a small table, with a blonde angel on his left hand and a Yamato Nadeshiko on his right hand. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, carefully served him meals.

The delicacies on the table and the caresses of the beauties could never calm his beating heart. For some reason, he always felt a little panic today.

He wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up, but he didn't trust the hospital here. He planned to hand over the work tomorrow and fly directly to Saudi Arabia to go to the hospital over there for a check-up.

"Asayama-kun, come and have a bite of food." The gentle Yamato Nadeshiko carefully picked up a piece of beef and slowly brought it to Asayama Mamoru's mouth. Just as he opened his mouth and was about to bite off the beef, the wooden sliding door behind him was suddenly opened, and a small black can flew in, and then the wooden sliding door was quickly closed again.

Asayama Mamoru looked back, stared at the fist-sized black jar on the ground, and screamed.

The next second, the small black jar exploded, and a bright light burst out from the position of the small jar, instantly illuminating the room full of ambiguous atmosphere.

For a moment, Asayama Mamoru felt as if his eyes were pierced by tens of thousands of needles, but before he could scream, a pair of size 44 shoes stepped hard on his face.

Then, his face touched the sack, which was very rough and painful when applied to his face.

Cavani rushed into the room with two people. In less than 5 seconds, he put Asayama Mamoru into the sack, dragged him into the corridor, and then disappeared at the fastest speed.

As for the other Japanese in the restaurant, they had already gone to see their emperor.

The pickup truck left from a Japanese street at the fastest speed and entered another safe house prepared by Rhodes, locking the people in the basement. Cavani then smiled and came on stage with a bucket of salt water and a whip.

Looking at the Japanese in front of him, he smiled and rolled the whip in salt water twice. The salt grains that had not yet completely melted wrapped around the whip, reflecting the yellowish light, and looked particularly brilliant.

After touching Asayama's head with the whip, Cavani pointed the whip at Most next to him and asked, "Our dear Mr. Most, you are the ones who are making trouble in East Baghdad."

"Now, tell me who is making trouble?"

"Think about it before you answer."

As he finished speaking, his companion next to him poked the camera in front of Asayama, and there was also an alarm clock poked in front of him.

The timer on the alarm clock was one minute.

One minute passed in the blink of an eye. Unlike Asayama's imagination, Cavani did not raise the whip, but took out a Glock 19 from behind his buttocks with his left hand, pointed it at his foot, and pulled the trigger directly.

17 bullets, without missing a single one, all hit his left leg.

In just a moment, his left leg turned into a shower, but unlike a shower, a shower sprayed water, while his leg sprayed blood.

He held his left thigh tightly with both hands, trying to slow down the loss of blood, but the next second, a warm gun muzzle pressed against his left wrist.

Before he could speak, another gunshot rang out.

The severe pain from his hand completely broke Asayama's defense. He used his relatively intact right hand to tightly grasp his left wrist and shouted:

"It's Kim Tae-hoon, the head of the Middle East region of the Korean Kim Foundation. I work for him."

"Last time in Riyadh, because the Chinese disrupted the situation, they didn't get a suitable project, so they had this idea."

"And I'm a double agent working for a Japanese group, so this mission fell into my hands. I just came from China, and I don't know what happened before."

"I only know "The person who arranged all this is Kim Tae-hoon."

"If I remember correctly, he should be in Kirkuk these two days!"

After speaking loudly, Asayama Wei quickly pointed his finger at his thigh and begged: "Please send me to the hospital quickly, I feel I am about to die."

Listening to his plea, Cavani raised the gun, put it against his forehead, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, your feeling is right, you are indeed going to die, but you will die very happily."

In Asayama Wei's desperate eyes, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

After killing Most with another shot, Cavani turned around, put his masked face under the camera, and said in pure English:

"We are the Beta team, affiliated with the 1st Marine Division of America. Our mission is to eliminate those who don't let us dig for oil."

"Anyone who sabotages our oil construction work, no matter where you are, we will find you, and then stick the gun to your head and shoot all the bullets into your body."

"Shoot you to death!"

"If there is one, we will shoot one, if there are two, we will shoot two."

After saying the threatening words, he signaled the team members to turn off the camera, and then several people squatted in front of the small screen of the camera and watched the content just recorded bit by bit.

"I think what you said just now is a bit redundant. Do we need to explain to others what we do in America?"

"Forget it, the filming has been filmed, and the people are dead. It's impossible to find two more people to film it? Just send it out."

"The main thing is that yours is not perfect and looks uncomfortable."

"Hurry up and send it. Others, follow me back to the construction site. Don't bring heavy weapons. Just bring two rockets and a few kilograms of explosives."

After assigning the tasks, a group of people quickly changed their clothes and reorganized their equipment before reappearing under the starry sky.

The photographer responsible for shooting the video disappeared into the darkness alone with the master tape.

Watching him leave, Avani took out his mobile phone and called Rhodes:

"The matter has been resolved. That three-inch Ding said that a man named Kim Tae-hoon was behind it. That man has been in Kirkuk these two days, but I think he is lying."

"But it doesn't matter. Our next action will focus on these two companies. Anyway, it doesn't matter if we get two more people."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Cavani got into the cab of the pickup truck, started the accelerator, and drove happily to the north of Baghdad with a group of people.

Cut the grass to the root!

In the opposite direction of their direction, on the bank of the Tigris River, in the Green Zone of Baghdad.

The Tigris River bends here, creating a narrow peninsula, and at the same time, it also brings a cool climate here.

Most of the official institutions of Iraq are located here, and there are also a large number of foreign institutions here.

In the office building of the Reconstruction Committee, Ibrahim sat on a chair, gently rubbing his temples with both hands to relieve the fatigue of working for days.

Being sandwiched between several gangs, being a paperhanger is really tiring.

He rubbed his hands gently, but his head sank unconsciously.

Boom!

His forehead hit the table, making a crisp sound.

After hitting the table, his head did not rise immediately, but after a long time, it rose again.

Feeling the fatigue all over his body, Ibrahim knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. If he continued to hold on, he would not make much money and would die first.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Just as he was about to get up and go to the next room to sleep, the phone rang.

"What did you say? Americans slaughtered Japanese in public in our capital?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Is there a video? Wait a minute."

Ibrahim hurriedly turned on the computer and connected to the network.

The progress bar of the network connection kept moving forward, but it just didn't connect to the network.

After several minutes, the progress bar finally finished and a message popped up saying that the network connection was successful.

According to the instructions on the phone, he opened the corresponding web page and saw the video.

The video was a little blurry, but it was enough to read the message.

He had just seen the person kneeling on the ground today. The representative of the Japanese Business Association stationed in Iraq had just arrived yesterday and came to the Reconstruction Association to meet during the day and said that they would have dinner in the evening.

I had something to do in the evening, so I didn't go.

But he never expected that this person...