I want to be a warlord

Chapter 85 People Network (Seek to read on Monday)
This group of muscular sticks in the sickle squad, even if they are short and sturdy bayonets, are in good shape.

Suits are also good suits. After all, Baghdad is a chaotic place, and the people who wear suits are upper-class people, so how can they not sell well.

Good figure, good suit...

But it just looks a little awkward. It's too much to say that the monkeys are crowned, but these people don't look like good people in suits. No matter how you look at them, they look like those killer bodyguards in the movie.

It might be the temperament.

As the old saying goes, if you hold a sharp knife, you will start killing yourself. Once this person has killed someone, his temperament will be completely different. You can see it.

There is a saying that veterans who have been soldiers and kill people all the year round cannot live under the normal social system after retiring, and are incompatible with normal society. Is this true?

The specific problem is that when an ordinary person encounters something that makes him angry and cannot be resolved, he will get angry and get angry, but in the end he can only choose to endure.

But these veterans are often unable to suppress their anger, and there is another way to solve the problem...

This is a social hazard!

Off topic, let’s talk about the present.

As soon as the six people entered the venue, they immediately attracted the attention of many people in the reception hall. In the crowd, Cobham smiled and nodded to this side. The feeling is stronger.

"Excellent, that's the bad thing. No matter how you want to keep a low profile, you will still be like the brightest star in the night sky, and you will be spotted at a glance." Wang Zhen teased.

"Pfft!" The donkey burst out laughing, and the faces of the others also showed smiles, and they relaxed a lot.

Feisal, who was also with the six people, didn't feel this way. To cater for this occasion, he specially wore a suit today, and he felt like a fish in water when he entered the scene.

A few people from Wang Zhen didn't go to the reception center to join in the fun. After entering, they went straight to the corner, where they should drink and eat.

Half an hour later, Cobham led two men over and introduced, "This is Victor Gray, and this is Mr. Isaac Harvey, two respected war reporters."

"These are the golden retriever, the donkey, the bayonet, the poet, the shovel, and the king." Cobham introduced to both sides: "It's not convenient for them to leave their names."

It was dark that day, the faces of the two reporters were bloodstained, and the scythe squad had oil paint on their faces, so they couldn't see each other clearly.

Even now, the two reporters still have Band-Aids on their faces.

"We understand, thank you very much for risking your life to save us in that situation." The two hugged the six scythe squad members one by one.

"At that time, we felt that we would be killed publicly like those journalists who were captured by terrorists. We also hoped to be rescued, but we knew that the chance was too slim." Gray's eyes were full of fear.

"Those are not human. They are cruel, vicious, and violent. They cannot be described in words. They are like evil spirits living in this world."

Victor Gray's eyes were full of memories, "Although it was only a short three days, that feeling...is very hopeless."

"It's you, when you appeared, it seemed to bring light, but after the rope was untied, I can't describe the feeling at that moment..."

Isaac Harvey answered: "You guys are angels!"

"Yes, Angel!" Victor Gray nodded in agreement.

The two talked excitedly, and the faces of the golden retrievers were full of smiles. This kind of sincere and heartfelt praise always makes people warm and happy.

But the golden retriever didn't know how to express it, so he turned to look at Wang Zhen.

"Thank you for saying that, we are very honored." Wang Zhen said with a smile: "Everything is in the past, isn't it, the world is beautiful after all, and we firmly believe that terrorism will also be eradicated."

The poet also said, "The reason why we fight is not to change the world, but to prevent the world from changing us."

The two nodded heavily, looking very excited, "lift one foot, step out, every step may step on a mine. Many people may ask, is it worth paying such a high price? Can we bring Change? I was asked that question when my eye was injured and my answer was 'worth it' and I will answer it now, our mission is to tell the truth."

This sentence was said by Ms. Mary Colvin, a famous American war correspondent and a generation of legends. She started working as a war correspondent in 1986. In the past 30 years, she has traveled all over the world and lost a cat in Sri Lanka. His eyes did not stop him from continuing to walk on the front line of the war, and finally, he was shelled and killed in Homs, Syria on February 2012, 2.

Wang Zhen could see their determination. Facing such a sincere and pure person, he didn't know what to say, so he could only smile and say, "I can only wish you good luck, I don't know what else we can offer Help, but call us if you need it."

"Okay, you also leave our phone numbers, we are just reporters, but if you need it, please don't be polite." The two smiled and hugged everyone, and left their phone numbers.

This is not over yet. The two of them took the scythe team and introduced them to more than a dozen reporters. They all left their phone numbers one by one. These reporters are from any country. Afterwards, Wang Zhen checked and found out that they were all A well-known journalist.

Cobham watched this scene with envy.

These are all contacts. Of course, he won't join them. These reporters are well-informed and shrewd. They will cooperate with the report on the imperial barrier, but they all know what is going on in the real event.

When Wang Zhen and the others left, they still had a smile on their faces, doing good deeds and achieving satisfactory results. It was the kind that really made people happy, and it came from the heart. Even if they recalled it after a long time, they would still be in a good mood.

Faisal was also very happy. He sent out all the business cards he brought, met many reporters, and took photos with many big reporters. Some promised to report his deeds.

what is this?
That's seniority!
Just by showing these photos, he can get political donations from many big figures in Iraq.

These big figures in Iraq do not have a good image in the Western media.

Good people get rewarded, and Feisal gets rewarded, which means that Scythe Squad gets rewarded.

Faisal stayed in Baghdad for one night, and he said goodbye to Wang Zhen and others the next day. There were still many things waiting for him there, such as recruiting people, meeting local tribe leaders, redistributing benefits, and meeting some Salahuddin Provincial bigwigs, accepting investment and more.

Before leaving, Wang Zhen quietly told him that someone would send money to him in a few days, and Feisal also tactfully said that he would remit the money to the account designated by Wang Zhen as soon as possible.

Feisal left, and the scythe team rested for another three days. John called, "The target has been selected, and we can act now!"

"Wait for me, I'll be there right away!"

……

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for follow-up, ask for a reward!
Today is Monday, it's time to fight for Sanjiang again, I don't know why...

Obviously I fought last Monday, but it seems that I didn't win...

(End of this chapter)