I want to be a warlord

Chapter 75 The CIA's Plan

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A few people from Golden Retriever went to organize the blockade.

Wang Zhen is waiting for John, accompanied by his identity as a sick donkey.

"Fortunately, those damned terrorists didn't run away at first." Wang Zhen said a little depressed: "Uh, no, they might as well run away."

"If you think too much, those guys won't run away." The donkey snorted.

"Why? Obviously, they are far inferior to us in terms of combat effectiveness and equipment. Why don't they run?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.

"Are they still terrorists if they run away?" The donkey sneered, "I hope they run away, but terrorists are lunatics. They really don't fear death. Do you understand that when they can't be defeated in the end, they would rather be covered with explosives in the The room is waiting for you, and I will drag you to die together, and I will not run away!"

"Do you think the U.S. military has no combat effectiveness?"

"Or do you think the U.S. government is not determined enough to fight terrorism? Not enough funds? Not enough troops?"

"Neither. It has been more than 10 years. From Iraq to the poor, from Syria to Lebanon, it's not that the US military doesn't work hard, it's that the real mother can't do anything to provoke Fak."

"On weekdays, it looks like an ordinary person, a man, a woman, an old man, a child, and suddenly it may explode!"

Wang Zhen looked at the donkey, the surrounding light was dim, but he could still see the look of fear on the donkey's face.

Wang Zhen could understand this.

Inexplicably thinking of Huaxia...the aspect of not being afraid of death is similar, but the spiritual core is completely different.

However, this kind of terrorism rooted in religion is indeed difficult to eliminate, well, there is no way to eliminate it.

Damn it, Wang Zhen cursed.

After waiting for 20 minutes, the sound of the helicopter propeller sounded, a beam of light shone down, the helicopter landed slowly, and the blown sand and soil flew in all directions. Wang Zhen had to cover his eyes with his arms.

The helicopter stopped, and John jumped out without waiting for the propeller to stop.

"How's the situation?" John asked loudly as soon as he got up.

"They're all trapped inside." As the two walked out, Wang Zhen explained, "Why do we want to get involved? Why don't we let the French or the British solve it? Isn't SBS very powerful?"

"No, no." John explained: "Neither extrajudicial nor SBS are in Baghdad, even if they are, this is an American-controlled area, and you can count on them. Don't be ashamed. Those European media are not easy to mess with. They will rant in newspapers and on television."

As he said that, John pointed to the top, "They won't scold us, but they will scold the building with feet covered, they will scold the Secretary of State, they will scold the president, and they will criticize the management capabilities and policies of the United States in Iraq. They will give you everything. If you get in touch, this is something the government and the military absolutely don’t want to see, and then layers of pressure will come to us.”

"And as an intelligence organization, the CIA bears the brunt!"

Wang Zhen was speechless for a while, who the hell said there is no bureaucracy in the United States!
"Besides, when we wanted to rescue American journalists, we also asked them for help. European journalists also participated in the report. Global reporters are one family. When the time comes, our media will follow suit and scold us."

John turned his head to look at Wang Zhen, and said helplessly, "Can you imagine what it would be like when all the media in the world were criticizing you?"

"That probably won't make a difference to my position, but..."

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones!
Wang Zhen's scalp became numb just thinking about it, and he immediately changed the subject, "What are you thinking now? What's the situation now."

"The situation is actually fine now. At present, it has only been two days. The terrorists have just discovered the identity of the reporter. This identity is very important to terrorists, so there is no danger to their lives in a short time." John said with a serious face: " According to past practice, they will send the reporter away and hand it over to people from Aisisi."

"Why did you give it to Ace?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.

"It's not the point to be able to exchange a large amount of weapons and support, listen to me." John continued: "The situation now is that the terrorists think that they are attacking Iraqis, and the other party does not know your existence yet, so, no Using journalists as threats is an opportunity."

"How do you know they don't even know we exist?"

"If you know, Ace Ace will announce it to the public immediately. They have captured two reporters and posted photos on the Internet, telling you to get out!"

"Dude." John put his arms around Wang Zhen's shoulders: "As long as we rescue people, then I, you empire barriers, we have all made meritorious service, and I will be promoted, and you, those reporters, although they hate you, they will definitely Will repay the Imperial Wall, this is a chance to become famous!"

"Then what if it fails and the reporter dies?" Wang Zhen asked coldly.

Good guy, drawing cakes again, right?
The cake cabinet at home can't hold it, and I can't finish eating, so I still draw!
He has feelings for the Golden Retriever and the Scythe Squad, but not for the Imperial Barrier.

He will not have the stupid idea of ​​desperately fighting for the reputation of the imperial barrier.

"Failed, then I'm finished, your scythe team is also miserable, and the Imperial Barrier is not feeling well, they will only say that you are a private operation under the circumstances of concealing the company, which has nothing to do with the company, and then expel you out , from now on, no PMC company will accept you, you can only be mercenaries." John said with a sneer.

Wang Zhen felt an urge to scold his mother.

"Think about the good." John patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "If it succeeds, the Wujiao Building will immediately make up a contract to the Imperial Barrier, your actions tonight will be completely legal, and there will be a bonus, I think the Imperial Barrier The full amount will be sent to you, and the amount will not be small."

These words made Wang Zhen look a lot better. Of course, it was definitely not for money!
Also, why are the bonuses paid out from the Building with the Foot Covered and the Fortress of the Empire?
Co-authoring your CIA is still a prostitute, right?

Both prostitution and painting are grasped with both hands, and both hands must be firm. Persevere to the end and never waver!

Wang Zhen called the Golden Retriever and the others over and explained the matter.

Finally concluded: "We did this to rescue the hostages, for a just cause, and to fight against the devil. It is glorious and great!"

"This is the glory of soldiers, and people all over the world will remember our contribution to this!"

"We don't fight for money, we don't talk about money, that's an insult to us!"

The donkey whistled, "Actually, I can totally accept that they insult us with money. I don't mind the cruel kind."

"Get lost!" Wang Zhen kicked the donkey.

Rescuing hostages is the most dangerous battle. What is needed at this time is cheering up, and what is needed is that kind of high-level inner strength to arm yourself!

This is not a cake!

People like donkeys are rat feces in the soup pot!
The golden retriever smiled and patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "Okay, we understand."

Several people looked at each other, grasped the guns in their hands tightly, and there was light in their eyes!

After leaving the army, I became a PMC because I had no other skills. In fact, everyone was a little confused.

They all work with guns, but when they leave the army, they lose their sense of honor.

The sense of honor sounds illusory, but it is actually extremely important to them.

Iron Shovel mentioned before that he participated in the rescue of hostages, not because of fear or dislike, but because of emotion.

I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing again after leaving for a few years.

Several people looked at each other and suddenly laughed. Wang Zhen found that their spirits were different.

He couldn't understand, and felt a little hazy, Wang Zhen clutched his chest, feeling inexplicable.

(End of this chapter)