I want to be a warlord

Chapter 48 Information
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In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is normal that the ammunition consumed by the team needs to be purchased from the company.

After all, it is not an ordinary company, and the consumables are some pens, paper and so on.

A bullet or a grenade may seem like nothing, but if it is wasted, it will cost thousands of dollars in a fight.

But what about using RPGs, anti-tank missiles, drones, etc.?

It would be strange if the company had no restrictions.

Ordinary employees, from firearms to bullets, are mass products supplied by the company free of charge, but the P1 team obviously cannot.

Just say that this bulletproof vest has different manufacturers, different batches, different prices, and different bulletproof performance. The Imperial Barrier will not purchase the worst, but it is not enough to purchase the best.

The same concept applies to firearms. As Golden Retriever mentioned before, their guns are not assembly line products, they are all individually customized, with higher precision and lower failure rate.

Others include night vision goggles on the head, pickup headphones, scopes, clothes on the body, and bulletproof vests, all of which are high-end products.

As far as the poet's Witte 8x white light speed sight is concerned, the price is as high as 4000 US dollars, which is impossible for these companies to provide.

Moreover, this is still the price of buying in the United States. In Baghdad, this kind of military items will at least double, and some high-end products can increase by 2 times!
Therefore, fighting a war is fighting for money!

In view of this attack, Wang Zhen suggested that it is best to get a few smoke bombs, which are very useful whether it is retreating or attacking.

On the way back, Wang Zhen suddenly asked, "Do you have that kind of bulletproof mask?"

The experience of being grazed by a stray bullet today made him a little scared.

"Yes, but you have to find someone to customize it, what's wrong?" Jin Mao asked.

"We'd better get one to carry, at least we won't die from stray bullets hitting our face."

"It's very uncomfortable to wear, and it affects movement and shooting accuracy." The golden retriever gestured at the helmet style with a bulletproof mask, like a motorcycle helmet. "Finally, there is no way to wear night vision goggles with a mask."

"Isn't there such a light one?"

"Well, there are also, like the kind of prom mask, but the bulletproof effect is relatively poor, that is, it can withstand pistol bullets, and it can't be a large caliber."

"Let's try it then."

Chatting, returning to the residence, taking a shower and changing clothes, Wang Zhen took out the laptop he borrowed from the Imperial Fortress, and uploaded the photos and videos taken on his mobile phone.

Holding the mobile phone, Wang Zhen thought for a while and wanted to find Jin Mao, "The number Darryl gave is the number of a CIA intelligence officer stationed in Iraq, and a former Iraqi Special Security Service. I want to ask them to see if I can ask to who attacked us."

"Is it necessary? The cost of information consultation has always been very high." Jin Mao asked Wang Zhen to find information on the spot, which was just a casual move. After all, Wang Zhen is very smart.

"I don't know if it's useful, but knowing more shouldn't be a bad thing."

The Golden Retriever thought for a while and said, "Our mission commission is limited this time. The mission period is three months, but the total commission is only 30 US dollars. We cannot afford too high intelligence expenditure."

Wang Zhenmo did some calculations. As the team leader, Golden Retriever gets two shares. Each of them gets one share, which is equal to 7 people's share, and each of them gets 42800.

Based on three months and 90 days, it is equivalent to 475 combat subsidies per day.

As for whether the price is high or low, Wang Zhen really can't say.

Three months without a break may not seem high, but considering that after all, they are not attacked every day, it is relatively high.

"Let's ask first before we talk." Wang Zhen said after thinking about it.

The golden retriever nodded, Wang Zhen picked up the phone and dialed out, first calling the CIA. In his impression, the American CIA must be the most powerful intelligence organization in the world.

"Hi, Mr. John, I'm from Fortress Empire, and Mr. Darryl will..."

"Tell me something." An impatient voice interrupted Wang Zhen's self-introduction. Obviously, the other party didn't care who the specific caller was.

Wang Zhen was choked, but he didn't mind, and continued to ask: "We were attacked by a group of people near Baghdad on the Madin Road outside Baghdad at noon today. I want to know who attacked us."

There was a silence on the other side of the phone. After about 5 minutes, if there was no busy tone, Wang Zhen would have thought he had hung up, and the impatient voice came out, "30 US dollars."

Wang Zhen almost spurted blood, it's so dark!
"This price is too expensive, can it be cheaper?"

After Wang Zhen finished speaking, a busy tone came from the phone.

"Fake, you're dead?!" Wang Zhen's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "Do you understand what it means that the customer is God!"

The golden retriever held back a smile, "I heard that the CIA doesn't bargain for information."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't expect it to be so expensive. I can't afford it anyway."

"But why is it so expensive?" Wang Zhen spread his hands.

"Don't ask me, I don't understand, those intelligence workers have their own theory." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"Forget it, ask the Iraqis, the Americans are still too expensive." Wang Zhen still didn't give up.

After making a phone call, Wang Zhen finished his self-introduction this time, and Wang Zhen was very pleased. When asking for information, Wang Zhen changed his method, and he wanted to have an interview.

The other party gave an address, and it was in the green zone. The golden retriever called for a bayonet, and the three of them went together.

The meeting place was an ordinary teahouse, which can be seen everywhere in Baghdad. When entering the teahouse, the golden retriever said, "Look for Rahman."

Immediately someone took them up to the second floor.

Rahman, an Iraqi, probably has more contact with foreign people, so he wears a gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He looks handsome in his 40s.

After meeting and shaking hands, Wang Zhen introduced himself, "Just call me Wang."

Golden retriever and bayonet were not introduced, it is not necessary.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, this is Mr. Golden Retriever and Mr. Bayonet." Rahman smiled and shook hands with the two respectively.

An intelligence dealer, if he knows that the other party is from the imperial barrier, if he still doesn't know who is coming, then he can retire.

Wang Zhen glanced at the smiling Rahman, knowing that the other party had no malicious intentions, just showing his strength.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Zhen took out his notebook and opened it, clicked on the picture and pushed it to Rahman, "I want to know, what does this tattoo mean? Does it have a special meaning? What is the origin of these people's names?"

Learn from the previous lesson and ask directly, the price is too expensive.

"Three questions, the first cooperation, in order to show sincerity, the first question will be given away for free." Rahman said with a smile: "In theory, YSL religion does not allow tattoos, but some MSLs with strong beliefs will tattoo this on their bodies." kind of words."

"Tattoo still?" Wang Zhen frowned, then thought of something, "Terrorist?"

"This is the second question, $3000."

"Yes." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, damn it, the money is so easy to earn.

"Internationally recognized terrorists like to get this kind of tattoo. Here..." Rahman pointed to the tattoo on the computer screen and said, "Here represents how many heretics have been killed. Judging from the tattoo, this person has killed 3 people." , This person killed 5 people, this person killed 26 people.”

Wang Zhen rubbed his teeth, the last one was the tattoo on the veteran who hit the donkey.

(End of this chapter)