The Dragon Soul of the Strongest Special Forces

Chapter 275 Secret Transaction

"That is to say, there is no research data on the variant smallpox virus you mentioned?"

Omir pondered and made his own speculation.

"will not!"

Francis said in a very affirmative tone: "There is no way our information will be biased this time. There is definitely research data on the mutant smallpox virus in this hard disk!"

"Is it possible that the data in it was taken away by someone, and then the traces of the hard drive were erased?" Omir asked Francis on the phone.

"Theoretically, there is such a possibility." Francis replied.

"I see, I'll keep an eye on them."

After finishing speaking, Omir hung up the phone.

Omir walked to the back of the desk, took out a neatly trimmed cigar from the cigarette case on the desk, toasted the shredded tobacco with a lighter, lit the cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled it into the air. smoke ring.

Behind the light blue smoke with a strong spicy smell, Omir narrowed his eyes slightly, and a threatening cold light shot out from those light blue eyes, "Zhilong, I really underestimated you! Back then, I sent a Lengjian, now that another Hidden Dragon is sent, you really think of me as a fool!"

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Middle East, country F.

The flames of war have fragmented the country, and more than half of the country's land area has been turned into ruins during the war.

Those who can leave this place of right and wrong have all fled.

There are only two types of people who are still in country F.

Those who participated in the war, and those whose families were destroyed by the war and could not leave.

Country F, which once had a prosperous time, has now become a arena for government forces, anti-government forces, and mercenaries.

Although they represent different forces, they are all sitting and fighting for the same goal - interests.

A silver Mitsubishi SUV was driving fast along the not-so-spacious street. The body was covered with thick dust. The yellow dust had almost covered the original color of the car, and the suspension on the front and rear of the car could only A few letters and numbers can be discerned vaguely, but the entire license plate cannot be seen.

The front and rear windshields of the car are also covered with yellow dust, and the glass is still transparent only within the reach of the wipers.

Behind the Mitsubishi SUV, the wheels raised a large cloud of yellow dust, like a small sandstorm.

The town that this Mitsubishi SUV entered was in a war-torn zone, and the residents in the town had long since left. The town that was once bustling with people was now deserted.

squeak--!
The silver, no, khaki SUV stopped at the entrance of a bar, and the wheels dragged two long brake marks on the ground.

The car door was pushed open, and a man wearing sand-colored tactical pants and an olive-green tactical shirt got out of the SUV. He covered his mouth and nose with an Arabian kerchief and put a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, basically completely covering his face. But the few strands of blond hair protruding from under the Arabian kerchief and the protruding bridge of the nose still revealed his Caucasian identity.

On the outside of the man's right thigh, a modular quick-draw holster is fixed, in which is a P226ST pistol and a spare magazine.

The man just walked towards the bar in front of him, without any intention of covering up his weapon.

The 511 desert tactical boots under the men's feet left a few non-slip shoe marks on the dry sandy ground.

call--

A gust of wind blew a bullet casing from an AK-47 rifle in front of the man.

"Crench!"

The man stepped on the bullet, stepped on the bullet casing into the soil, pushed open the door of the bar in front of him, and walked into the bar.

As soon as I walked into the bar, the noisy sound came to my face. The bustle inside the bar and the deserted barrenness outside the bar formed a sharp contrast.

The bar was full of people, including blacks, whites, and yellows. The ten-meter-long bar included people of all skin colors.

If this is not a smoky bar, if it is not because they are wearing camouflage combat uniforms with different camouflage color blocks, if it is not the weapons they put on the wine table and bar, if they are dressed in suits and ties, maybe they will really It makes people feel that this is the scene of an international summit.

These people in front of the bar are basically mercenaries. Although they work for different mercenary organizations, they all have the same identity - mercenaries!

On the battlefield, they may fight each other because of their service to different interest groups, but here they are all here to have fun.

A mercenary is such a profession. They trade their lives for money, and the money they get is used for pleasure; when they run out of money, they pick up their pants and pick up their guns and walk into the battlefield again, and so on...until they die and walk off the battlefield.

In the center of the bar, a dozen mercenaries joined together several wine tables, with two rows of beer placed on them.

A black mercenary and a tall white mercenary stood on both sides of the table.

Dang!

When the proprietress of the bar threw the bullet in her hand into the empty glass in front of her, the two mercenaries with sharply contrasting skin colors picked up the beer glasses in front of them and poured them into their stomachs. The soldier, holding dollars in his hand, shouted cheers to the mercenary he bet on.

When the man walked into the bar, the waitress immediately stepped forward.

It's just that the man completely ignored the woman beside him and walked straight towards the stairs.

The woman was not annoyed by the man's indifferent attitude, she twisted her waist and walked away from the man.After all, not all people who come to this bar come to have fun.

This two-story bar is a real mixed bag.

In this bar, apart from mercenaries, there are also agents of intelligence organizations of various countries, intelligence brokers, and arms dealers. They appear in this bar for their own purposes.

The man walked to a box and was stopped by two Arabs standing outside the box.The man took out half a card with a mermaid pattern from his shirt pocket, and showed the two Arabs a look.

The two Arabs put their hands down immediately and opened the door of the box for the man.

An Arab in a printed shirt sat on the sofa in the box.

The white man went straight to the coffee table, pulled a stool and sat down, put half of the card in his hand on the coffee table, and pushed it towards the Arab man on the sofa.

The Arab man looked at the white man in front of him with some surprise in his eyes, then took out half a card from his shirt pocket and put it on the coffee table, and spliced ​​it together with the half card of the white man to form a complete mermaid card.

"Are you a mermaid?" the Arab man asked the white man in fluent English.

(End of this chapter)