"I know you don't believe it, but it's true." The warthog spread his hands, as if you don't believe it.

"How can I believe this?" Long Yue scratched his hair, stood up and walked around in this small room of less than ten square meters.

"That's the truth." Warthog repeated and lay down. Now he is not in a hurry. Now that he knows that he will definitely not die, and the person who captured him is also interested in his information, now he is the boss.

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"Tell me everything you know. Tell me as much as you want." Long Yue suddenly walked up to the warthog and squatted down to stare at him.

"Why? Who am I to tell you? You don't dare to kill me anyway." The warthog has understood Long Yue's bottom line. He is a PMC who is paid to work. He does not dare to do anything that his employer does not allow him to do.

Get involved, otherwise you will have trouble with money. Most PMCs are like this. Unfortunately, he met Long Yue instead of someone else.

"I dare not kill you?" The corner of Long Yue's mouth raised a rather dangerous arc. He pulled out the gun from the holster and put it on the warthog's forehead: "If you think less, of course I will not kill you.

.But I can definitely make you beg me to kill you. This is not a very difficult matter. The content of the sixth section of the interrogation class. So, my dear Mr. Warthog, have you ever experienced anti-interrogation training? Although

There are no confessional agents here, but there are still knives, gunpowder, and iron tools." Long Yue's smile at this time became extremely weird, like a madman with a chainsaw in an old horror movie, eager to cut people into pieces.

"MD" Warthog suddenly sat up from the bed and involuntarily shrank into the corner: "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm kidding you." Long Yue's expression returned to normal: "I was just wondering whether I would go to Chechnya to show off my face first or go directly to Lingchi."

I have to say that the madman-like smile just now was really terrifying. Even if Long Yue didn't speak, it would make people subconsciously nervous, but the current expression was too peaceful. The warthog's nerves had just relaxed.

I was reminded of this somewhat terrifying speech again. Rather than saying that it sounded like a murderer, it was more like the speech of a sadist.

The warthog swallowed unconsciously: "Okay, okay, I'm scared of you, why don't you? I said that's it, put the gun down."

"Smart man, shake it out quickly." Long Yue moved the barrel of the gun away from his head, but did not put it back into the holster.

"As I just said, the coalition government spent a lot of energy on maintaining public security and solving the rebels, but in fact it secretly lifted the arms restrictions on the rebels. This allowed a large number of retail arms dealers to

Arms are sold to the rebels. Although there will be no missiles, tanks, or fighter jets, some heavy weapons are indispensable, and even more light weapons. You should also understand the purpose of this approach."

"Most of the small weapons... are intended to maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops, but not to make them too strong."

"Heavy weapons will still be controlled, but the intensity has been much reduced. As long as they can be installed in a carriage or a truck, they can't be sold to the rebels. Isn't that the price..."

"Go on." Long Yue urged.

"But in this way, for heavy weapons and air support, the rebels can only rely on one or two arsenals and old support aircraft and fighter jets dug out from the aircraft graveyard. Last time, one was dug out from the graveyard

What about the 'Cannon Bird' (German close support aircraft during World War II). It is basically impossible to compete with the organic air force units of the coalition government, so even if the arms trade is opened, the strength of the rebels is still declining steadily, but

Likewise, this makes the rebels even more hungry. As long as they can fire, and the projectiles fired can injure or kill people, they are buying them, and they don't know where they got so much money."

"But sooner or later they will be dealt with by the coalition government. Is it because someone in the government is making war profits?" Long Yue touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Take advantage of the war to sell arms and make a lot of money.

, and then switch to something else after the war is over. It’s quite an old-fashioned approach, but you can still make a fortune.”

"That's about it." The warthog lay back on the bed: "Okay, that's all I know. If you want to know anything else, there's nothing I can do about it."

"No? Not necessarily?" Long Yue tapped his finger on the bed board: "Who is the person from the coalition government who is contacting you?"

"I didn't know where to go. They have always had a one-way contact with me. Every time the person comes is different, but it's definitely not a minor official." Warthog shrugged.

"Clues. What I want is clues." Long Yue spread his hands: "You don't know even one thing, do you?"

"In that case..." Warthog frowned and thought for a moment: "Oh, by the way, one time they contacted me in a hurry, and the person who came to contact me was wearing a security bureau badge."

"Security Bureau..." Even though he now knew the news he wanted to know, Long Yue suddenly found that he was not too surprised, not even an accident. He just felt a sense of powerlessness from around him. Speaking of it, there was really only

The Security Bureau can do this, but what if he knows? What can he do as a PMC? Not to mention that the Security Bureau is still their biggest financial backer, the terrifying strength of the Security Bureau alone makes

People are intimidated. Modern war consumes manpower, fights the economy, and fights for comprehensive national strength. With the coffers of the coalition government, even with money, the rebels can be killed, let alone a few of their small soldiers.

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"Well, I've said so much, can you let me go?" the warthog approached cautiously and asked.

"You're thinking shit, just go back and squat down, holding your head in your hands." Long Yue put the Five-Seven Posture in his hand back on his forehead to help him remember who was the boss.

The warthog whose head was knocked on his head did not panic too much, but smiled leisurely: "How about it, how does it feel to know the truth and still be powerless? Isn't it not good?"

"None of your business?" Long Yue narrowed his eyes and slowly crossed his finger over the trigger guard.

"The brown bear was like this at the beginning, don't think that you are too omnipotent." The warthog glanced at Long Yue with seeming disdain: "Don't think that you are more powerful just because you have completed a few tasks. In fact, you are more powerful than others."

It’s just a chess piece in your hand, sometimes it’s even worse than a chess piece, it’s a discarded piece.”

Long Yue's finger moved out of the trigger guard, and his eyes became sharper, but before he could make any move, the frightened voice of M99 came from the earphones:

"Boss! It's not good! A whole team of mercenaries rushed here. There are twenty or thirty people. They blocked all the civilians back to their homes. Now they are coming to us, and they have discovered us."

This news made Long Yue a little nervous. This safe house was the only place to stay in the plan. If it was gone, they wouldn't even have a place to stay before returning to the base, not to mention supplies. Just like last time, they would be hunted down all the way.

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"Let me tell you, you don't have much ability. It's time for me to move to another place. How much do you think it will cost me to repair that villa?"
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