global sniper

Chapter 42 Unexpected Information

Before Boris finished speaking, Han Lang's eyes flashed. Although he didn't move, he was ready to draw his gun at any time.

"Come on, Boris."

The aunt was very calm, took the money, took out six and handed them over, "Two hundred, are you planning to sell my news?"

"no no."

Boris shook one hand, but took the money with the other and said, "I'm an arms dealer, not an intelligence dealer. Besides, you can buy my weapons continuously while you're alive. One piece of information can be exchanged for tens of thousands, right?" For me, it is a loss, and there is only one buyer, and there is no chance to increase the price, how can I do a loss-making business?"

The aunt let Boris take the money away, and said, "Then tell me what mission the Iron Scorpion Mercenary Corps has now. This does not violate your purpose. I just want to chat with them."

"They left here two days ago." Boris said, "I don't know the specifics, but you can rest assured that since you have paid, I will pretend that I haven't seen you today and want to know the specific information." , I suggest you go to the West District, there are intelligence dealers there, you go and try your luck."

"Ok."

The aunt raised the banknote in her hand and said in common language: "Then I wish you good luck, damn it, I let you kill it again."

"how come."

Boris had a professional smile on his face: "Brother, here, I am the most fair, there is no one, remember to introduce customers to me, and I will give you [-]% off."

As he spoke, he handed Aunt a business card.

Auntie took it casually, pinching her fingers between her two fingers, and without turning her head back, she turned her head and walked towards the front of the car.

Han Lang didn't think there was anything new about this Maozi's fluent Chinese, nor did he think that this person was black.

Businessmen, and they are in the arms business. If they are not hackers, how can they mess around?
Seeing that the aunt was about to leave, he helped the little girl on the back and turned her head to follow, one left and one right, and got into the car one after another with the aunt.

The little girl got into the back seat silently, leaned on the backrest again, tilted her head and looked out of the windshield.

The aunt returned the money and handed it to the little girl: "Sapphire, this is your money."

The little girl didn't even look at the aunt, she reached out to take it, rolled it up, pulled the backpack and stuffed it in.

Han Lang didn't care about the big size. He didn't have a good concept of money. He basically lived in a military environment. Even after leaving the barracks, his concept of money was still weak.

The aunt handed the business card in her hand to Han Lang again.

Han Lang glanced at him and shook his head.

The arms dealer has nothing to do with me. Maybe it can be used, but I'm afraid it's not the person who needs to be contacted.

But he still remembered the phone number on this card just like the last one.

The aunt didn't care, she took the business card back and put it in her pocket, and said, "Go to the West District and see if you can find any information."

Hearing this, Han Lang started, drove in the direction the aunt was looking at, and went straight to the target in the middle of the messy stalls.

After passing by, there are actually not many weapons here. Most of them are in cars and stalls, which are just symbolic. People are in twos and threes, and there is no noise of traffic.

"Now the war tends to be stalemate."

The aunt seemed to know what Han Lang was thinking, and said: "When the war is tense, the place is full of people every day, and the gaps between the booths are full of people. When driving in, you have to keep honking and shouting to squeeze in."

Han Lang actually didn't pay much attention to this issue. Seeing that the people in front of him were relatively crowded, he asked, "Should the car stop?"

"Let's go."

The aunt looked around and said, "It's different from the other side. It's better not to leave the car here."

Han Lang nodded, and slowly approached the crowded area.

"Stop first."

The aunt put on her scarf and said something.

Han Lang stopped the car slowly, not sure if the aunt had discovered the target or what, but he didn't ask.

The aunt looked around in the car, opened the door and got out of the car, looking for the target, as if she planned to go alone.

Han Lang also got out of the car and stood by the car door.

The little girl didn't even hesitate, she got off the station and stood beside Han Lang.

The small circle where many people gather in front cannot see the situation inside.

The voices were noisy, and the skin colors were different, but without exception, they were all carrying weapons.

Some are even more heavy-duty body armor, helmets, backpacks, a dress for the battlefield, or just left the battlefield.

Here, a strong bloody murderous aura permeated the air, and even the timid would hesitate to move forward.

There was a touch of contempt in the eyes of those people who occasionally glanced over.

It's not vicious, but it's definitely more murderous than that kind of contempt for life. Anyone who looks at it is like looking at a dead person.

The little girl leaned closer to Han Lang, almost leaning on Han Lang, staring at the crowd in front of her.

While watching, Han Lang suddenly felt someone staring at them.

He didn't say a word, didn't turn his head, and squinted under the goggles.

Sure enough, a figure walked quickly, staring at them.

This person was wearing a very old training uniform, and it was hard to tell which country he was from. Although it was not dirty, it was really old and a little whitish.

On his feet, there was a pair of military boots whose color could no longer be seen, but there was no trace of a soldier, at least he had not undergone any military training.

Especially the small bag on the diagonal, the clean leather is incompatible with the rough, unrestrained and bloody environment here.

The aunt also noticed someone approaching, and turned her head casually to look.

"Gentlemen, hello."

The man was a few meters away, and when Han Lang turned his head to look, he raised his hand and greeted in common language, slowing down.

"What's the matter?" Han Lang put his hand on the little girl's shoulder and asked in common language.

"Sir, I'm Brady Robinson, and I'm an excellent manager." Standing two meters away from Han Lang, the man introduced himself, "I'm a manager specializing in mercenary groups."

Han Lang turned his head and glanced at Aunt, but didn't answer.

broker?He knew what kind of profession it was, but he didn't know that mercenaries had agents.

The aunt spread her hands and said in common language: "Sorry, Mr. Brady, we are not a mercenary group, you have found the wrong target."

"It doesn't matter."

Brady didn't care, took out his business card and said, "Everyone who can come here dreams of becoming a great mercenary and owning his own mercenary regiment. Isn't that true? It doesn't mean that it won't be in the future. Maybe gentlemen already have one." What are your plans. If you decide to form a mercenary group, you must find me. I am an excellent agent and an elite who has been engaged in this industry for generations."

Han Lang reached out to take the business card, glanced at it politely, squeezed it, and put it down, not intending to put it in his pocket.

That person seemed to have a good eye, and he targeted Han Lang instead of rejecting the aunt, and said: "Sir, as an excellent agent, I am proficient in business and have many channels. I can receive high-priced tasks here first. That's something the intelligence peddlers here can't do."

Han Lang nodded, and asked casually, "Then what does your business include?"

"gentlemen."

Brady shook his head and said: "Your question is very broad. Our brokers have a wide range of businesses, such as liaison tasks, gathering intelligence, such as sending weapons to designated locations, and making impeccable passports, forging identities, etc. We I will dabble in it, but I have a huge team."

"Mr. Brady."

The aunt interrupted him and said, "If we want to form a mercenary group, we will consider you. As for now, we have other things to do."

Han Lang understood that the aunt probably knew this person, knew it was unreliable, and didn't want to get entangled, so he said: "Yes, Mr. Brady, we are not a mercenary group yet, we will find you if we have ideas, it's not because you have your business card ?"

"Ok sir."

Brady was also very witty, and said with a smile on his face: "It's a pleasure to meet you. If you need it, you must call. I won't let you down."

Said, politely greeted, turned and left.

But Han Lang could see that his back was downcast, even if he walked with a straight back.

This seems to be an American, maybe a liar.

"You know him?" Han Lang waited for the man to go away, and asked.

"do not know."

The aunt answered very simply, and then added: "There are many of his kind here, so don't worry about it."

Han Lang nodded slightly, but put away his business card.

He took the phrase about getting a passport seriously, because he had to have a passport to return home without going through the embassy.

But looking at it now, the hope of finding the Iron Scorpion mercenary group is slim, and they may have to go back to China.

"Come on, go over there."

The aunt looked around and pointed in one direction.

Han Lang looked there, the people there were not very dense, and there were only a few places.

"That's the location of the information dealer." After getting in the car, the aunt explained: "This is where the job posting is posted, and you can see the information after you pay. Cannon fodder work, or a long-term job of guarding a certain position, but the money is not high."

live……

Han Lang felt uncomfortable for a while.

The aunt actually said it so casually, it was murder...

"Just stop here."

The aunt pointed to a person who was leaning against a pickup truck alone with no one around.

Han Lang glanced, drove slowly, stopped, opened the door and got off.

The little girl also got out and stood beside Han Lang, very well-behaved.

When the man beside the car was watching casually, the aunt walked over and asked, "I want to know the information about the Iron Scorpion mercenary group."

The man stood up straight and said, "Which aspect?"

"What task are they doing now?" The aunt was very calm.

"There is no such information." The man took out a cigarette and lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "The Iron Scorpion Mercenary Corps has only recruited 80 people. It seems that there is a big move, but there is no specific information to sell to you, or you Look at other information, I may have it here."

Big move...

Both Han Lang and Aunt's heart skipped a beat.

It seems that the Iron Scorpion mercenary group has confirmed that the person they hunted down will not come back, so they replenish their sources of troops.

"Their tasks have always been expensive." The aunt shook her head casually, and when a group of people were joking and walking towards this side, she said, "Then, did they leave here?"

"two thousand."

The man didn't bat an eyelid.

The aunt looked at Han Lang, Han Lang turned around and opened the car door, took out the money that had just been put in the little girl's bag, and handed it to the aunt.

The aunt didn't even look at it, she took it and handed it to the man.

"They're still here. I don't know their exact location or mission, but they haven't left." The man said while quickly counting the money.

"that's it?"

Aunt asked.

Is this over?

Han Lang was also very surprised.

A piece of information of no value, two thousand!

As his thoughts turned, a slightly sharp voice suddenly sounded: "Look, who is this, who is this? Isn't this aunt?"

(End of this chapter)