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

It costs extra money. It's a bit hot to say it in Arabic. After repeating this in his heart twice, Asayama Wei looked at Adit in front of him with a bad face and asked:

"My dear Mr. Adit, I think you don't want your people in your country to know that you are the manipulator behind this, right?"

The words were very casual. This was his common method, but the target of the words was his female subordinates. Every time he went there, he was successful and gained something every time.

After saying that, he raised his head and looked down at the person opposite with his two big nostrils.

However, he did not see the slightest fear on the other person's face, only confusion.

While confused, Adit was also muttering.

After several minutes, the Iraqi man showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

Just when Asayama thought the other party would agree, Adit on the opposite side spread his hands and replied contemptuously:

"Who cares?"

"In your words, we are terrorists. We are still alive here today, but we may die tomorrow. If we can't die tomorrow, we may die the day after tomorrow."

"Killing, arson, and looting are our jobs. Raising the price is the most gentle thing we can do."

"Even if you tell the outside world my identity information, it doesn't matter. Anyway, from the moment I picked up the gun and pulled the trigger for the first time, my life no longer belongs to me."

"But that's all later. You have to increase the price today."

"If you increase it, Mr. Most will be very happy, but if you don't, Mr. Most will be angry, and your affairs in Baghdad will be very difficult!"

Unlike Asayama's threats just now, Adit's words were very tough.

As soon as the words fell, the bodyguard behind Asayama Mamoru took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the two Iraqis in front of him. Facing the threat of the gun, Adit and the others still sat calmly at the table.

It seemed... they were sure that there was no bullet in the gun.

Seeing the other party's reaction, a cold light flashed in Asayama Mamoru's eyes, raised his right hand, and scolded the bodyguard:

"Put down the gun, don't scare our guests, Mieko, you go get 1.5 million US dollars for our guests."

As the words fell, a person walked out of the crowd of bodyguards, with a handsome face. Upon closer inspection, you will find that this is a woman.

The woman turned and walked out of the room, and came back a few minutes later with a silver-white metal box in her hand. She handed the box to Asayama Mamoru, and she retreated back into the crowd and waited quietly beside him.

The box was opened by Asayama Mamoru, turned around, and the banknotes inside were also displayed in front of Adit and the others.

Adit blinked at Cleland, and Cleland, who had been silent, stood up, took the box with both hands, and carefully counted it.

Ten minutes later, the banknotes in the box were counted, and he turned around:

"1.5 million US dollars in old banknotes, all real money."

After saying that, he snapped the metal box shut and held it in his hand.

Next to him, Adit also stood up at this time, stretched out his right hand to the person opposite, and said kindly: "Mr. Yamamoto, please rest assured that the money you gave will definitely be converted into what you want to see."

Asama Mamoru's hand was then held, and a smiling voice followed: "Kill them!"

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"Kill them, I don't care who they are, kill them for me!"

"Dig three feet in the ground, and find these people for me. After finding them, one by one, kill them all for me, no one will be left!"

In the meeting room of the Iraqi Reconstruction Committee, Ibrahim spitted and spoke with his teeth and claws, like an angry brown bear.

Seeing his appearance, the people present also knew that this good old man was really angry this time.

At this moment, an official in the corner slowly raised his hand and whispered, "Then Mr. President, do you have any suspects?"

The exposed brown bear was paused at this moment, and his hands held up with his teeth and claws. After a few seconds of brief thinking, Ibrahim roared again:

"Before there is a suspect, all of us are suspects, understand?"

"Now, I want you to use all your connections to quickly find where this damn armed force came from, and then kill them all, understand?"

After roaring, he picked up the notebook in front of him and turned to walk out of the meeting room.

Walking in the not-so-bright corridor, he was hesitating whether to call Lin Yu, but at this moment, the secretary chased him from the side, pointed at the phone with his finger, and whispered: "Mr. Lin Yu."

The simple address made Ibrahim's head explode. His hair stood up. He turned around twice in front of the secretary, and finally raised his head suddenly and whispered:

"Tell him that I'm looking for someone to track down who did it. It's urgent."

Listening to the leader's words, the secretary sighed lightly, organized his words, and answered the phone:

"Mr. Lin Yu? Yes, I'm Mr. Ibrahim's secretary. He is still busy now. He is meeting with people in East Baghdad."

"Don't worry, we will notify you as soon as we have news."

"Casualties?"

"Seven seriously injured, no life-threatening, no death, yes, I can guarantee this. Our hospital is unique in treating weapon trauma, so there is no death."

"The remaining people have minor injuries. We have moved people from this construction site out and have strengthened security in other places."

"You can rest assured that I can guarantee on behalf of Mr. Ibrahim that this will never happen again."

"Okay, okay, you go ahead."

After hanging up the phone, the secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead, handed the phone to Ibrahim, and said with lingering fear:

"Mr. Lin said he was going to find General Hanks."

After hearing the news, Ibrahim cursed, reached for the phone, and started making frantic calls.

While he was making the call, two Toyota pickup trucks were speeding towards Baghdad on the road about 50 kilometers east of Baghdad.

The driver was Cavani, holding the steering wheel with both hands. While looking at the road, he assigned the task to the people behind him:

"Our target is No. 15, No. 13 Street, Alim Street."

"This is the villa of the former mayor of Baghdad."

"If our intelligence is correct, the group of people who attacked the construction site this time are the people supported by this guy. They usually hide in this villa."

"Find these people and kill them all. Then find out who is behind them and kill them together."

"Rhodes has prepared the equipment for our operation. We will go to the place where the equipment is stored later. After getting the equipment, we will quickly move it and then launch the attack tonight."

"Remember, our mission is to catch people alive. Of course, if you can't catch them alive, it's okay. Kill them all. Those who are behind the scenes will definitely be scared and their feet will definitely be exposed."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The not-so-coherent response followed the wind and fell into Cavani's ears, which also put a smile on the face of the former government army special operations captain.

After several months of combat, plus more than a month of systematic learning and training, these people have become like a special team. Now, they need to be led to carry out a real special operations mission.

As long as this time goes well, future battles will be even smoother.

Thinking of the happy place, he couldn't help but stick his left hand out of the car window, spread his fingers, accelerated the accelerator under his feet, and seemed to hold D in his left hand.

As the sun set, the two pickup trucks also drove into an inconspicuous small yard. As the garage door slowly closed, a group of people began to modify it.

Rockets, loaded.

tnt explosives, loaded.

Machine gun, loaded.

Body armor, put it on.

Helmet, put it on.

Less than half an hour later, a dozen fully armed "American soldiers" appeared in the warehouse. Following a few gestures from Cavani, these dozen disguised American soldiers were lined up in two or three seconds. A neat team.

It looks murderous and full of fighting power.

He nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "Disband and rest where we are. We will set off at 11 o'clock in the evening."

Instead of spreading out, the people in line were joking with each other.

"You look so American!"

"I think your head is perfect for catching a rocket."

"No, it's too wasteful. I think I can now use ak to reach within 200 meters and hit wherever I point."

"Just blow it, I gave you an AK made in Peshawar. Within 200 meters, you will never see where the bullet lands."

Amidst their joking, the time soon came to 11 o'clock in the evening. A group of people got out of the warehouse, got into the car, and set off in a big way.

On the way, they met an Iraqi security team. However, after discovering that they were a group of American soldiers, the security team chose to shut up and go back and forth.

Without much effort, this group of disguised American soldiers appeared outside the target villa. Without any unnecessary words or actions, at this moment, they were the American soldiers who came to make money.

He swaggered towards the villa and shouted swaggeringly.

"Mr. Most, our commander asks you to come over. Please come down and cooperate. Also, bring some local products."

In the villa, Adit was discussing with others the location of the next attack. When they heard the movement outside, several people quickly put away the map, picked up their guns, hid behind the window, and carefully looked at the soldiers outside.

He was very cautious at first, but when he saw these soldiers standing lazily outside with no sense of safety at all, Adit breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the authentic American soldier.

He put away his gun and said to Most next to him: "They should be using the incident in East Baghdad to come here for blackmail. You should handle it carefully. I will watch from the side."

With his words, Most breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of wine, opened it, drank half the bottle, and waited until his face turned red before he hurried away. Towards the entrance of the villa.

Say hello to the people outside in English skillfully: "Guys, Mr. Yuri and I are friends. If anything happens to him, just call him. Why is there such a big fight?"

The person guarding the door is Cavani. As the commander, he must ensure the safety of everyone and ensure that these people can be brought back.

He stared at Most, waved his hand in disgust, swatting away the smell of alcohol that the other party sprayed when he spoke, and then said with disgust:

"Because of the incident in East Baghdad, our Mr. Yuri was severely reprimanded by his superiors, so he is going to get some souvenirs to show his respect."

"Similarly, Mr. Most, you were the mayor before, so you should be more familiar with the situation around Baghdad."

"So, Mr. Yuri decided to invite you over and have a good chat with you."

After giving the ambiguous reason, Cavani asked again without waiting for Most to think: "Do you want to help move the local specialties?"

"If not, we will leave now."

In front of the villa, the old and shrewd Most naturally heard the meaning of this.

The other party wanted money, and it was not a small amount. If he gave the money, his life should still be there, but if he didn't give the money, it was uncertain.

After weighing the pros and cons, Moster gritted his teeth, turned around, pointed inside the house and said:

"Please wait a moment, I'll go in and get the money."

As soon as he entered, Cavani led his men, ignoring the other bodyguards, and walked into the house with a swagger. He stood in the middle of the living room, looking around unscrupulously, and said while looking:

"My advice, Mr. Moster had better think clearly. The heavier the local specialties, the better for you."

While speaking, his hands, like ADHD, kept fiddling with the gun hanging on his chest, which seemed to be threatening.

Watching his movements, Moster's words turned into a sigh, turned around, and walked to the second floor of the villa.

A few minutes later, he appeared at the stairs in a suit, and behind him was Adit carrying two boxes.

Adit's weather-beaten face, combined with his suit, looked like a responsible bodyguard.

Seeing this face, Cavani nodded, as if to say, you are very smart.

When the two came to him, Cavani suddenly drew his gun and shot Adit's knees twice.

The sudden attack caught everyone off guard. Adit's subordinates wanted to fight back, but they were a little slow.

The special operations team, who had been prepared for a long time, opened fire directly and killed all these people.

In less than 10 seconds, only Cavani and his team were left standing in the room.

Stepping on Adit's face, Cavani asked unkindly:

"Tell me, who asked you to do it?"

"Tell me, I'll give you a quick death. If you don't, it's 32:32 in the morning, and the police are unlikely to come. It will take about an hour for the Americans to hear the gunshots and rush over."

"By the time they get here, we'll have taken you away. You'll have a very good vacation in the next period of time. I can guarantee that this vacation will be wonderful."

"It's so wonderful that you'll remember this vacation forever as long as you're alive."

Just as Adit was about to spit, his mouth just pouted, and a fist landed on his face.

Two front teeth left with the arrival of the fist, and Cavani's voice rang again:

"See, I said it was unforgettable!"

It will be a bestseller tomorrow, and this chapter will be updated. It will burst out in one day, four updates, 16,000 words, three chapters in the morning, and one chapter in the afternoon.