The Golden Retrievers went to organize a blockade.
Wang Zhen is waiting for John, and Donkey is accompanying him as a sick person.
"Fortunately, those damn terrorists didn't run away at the beginning." Wang Zhen said somewhat depressedly: "Uh, no, it's better to run away."
"You think too much, those guys won't run away." The donkey snorted.
"Why? It's obvious that they are far inferior to us in terms of combat effectiveness and equipment. Why don't they run away?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.
"Will they still be terrorists if they run away?" Donkey sneered, "I hope they run away, but terrorists are all madmen and are really not afraid of death. Do you understand? When they can't defeat them in the end, they would rather have explosives strapped to their bodies.
I'm waiting for you in the room, and I won't run away even if I drag you to death!"
"Do you think the US military has no fighting capacity?"
"Or do you think the U.S. government is not very determined in counter-terrorism? It doesn't invest much money? It doesn't invest enough troops?"
"No, it's been more than 10 years. From Iraq to Afghanistan, from Syria to Lebanon, it's not that the U.S. military doesn't contribute, it's that there's nothing we can do to mess with Fake."
"On weekdays, he looks like an ordinary person, a man, a woman, an old man, a child, but suddenly he may explode!"
Wang Zhen looked at the donkey. The surrounding light was dim, but he still saw the fear on the donkey's face.
Wang Zhen can understand this.
Inexplicably, I think of China...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, it is impossible 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, and the helicopter landed slowly, blowing sand and dust flying 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 are all trapped inside." Wang Zhen explained as the two of them walked out: "Why do we want to get involved? Why don't we let the French or British solve it? Isn't SBS very powerful?"
"It's impossible not to come." John explained: "Whether it's extra-judicial or SBS, they're not in Baghdad, and even if they were, it wouldn't work. This is an area controlled by the United States. It's embarrassing to count on them. Those European media are not easy to mess with.
They will criticize her crazily in newspapers and on TV."
As he spoke, John pointed upward, "They won't scold us, but they will scold the Foot Covering Building, the Secretary of State, the President, and criticize the U.S.'s management capabilities and policies in Iraq. They can do anything.
Once you get in touch, this is something the government and military absolutely don’t want to see, and then layers of pressure will fall on us.”
"As an intelligence organization, the CIA is the first to bear the brunt!"
Wang Zhen was speechless for a while. Who the hell said America doesn’t have bureaucracy?
"Moreover, when we wanted to rescue American journalists, we also asked them for help. European journalists also participated in the reporting. Journalists from all over the world are one family. When the time comes, our media will also follow the report and criticize."
John turned to look at Wang Zhen and said helplessly: "Can you imagine what it would feel like when all the media in the world are criticizing you?"
"That may not have any impact on my position, but..."
Public opinion makes gold, but accumulation destroys bones!
Wang Zhen's scalp went numb just thinking about it, and he immediately changed the subject, "What do you think now? What's the situation now."
"The situation is actually not bad now. It has only been two days. The terrorists have just discovered the reporter's identity. This identity is very important to the terrorists, so there is no life-threatening danger in a short period of time." John said with a serious face: "
According to past practice, they will send the reporter away and hand it over to the people of Ace Ace."
"Why should we give it to Ace Ace?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.
"It's not the point to exchange a large amount of weapons and support, listen to me." John continued: "The current situation is that the terrorists think that the attackers are Iraqis, and the other party does not know your existence yet, so it will not
Using reporters to threaten you is an opportunity."
"How do you know they don't know we exist yet?"
"If they knew it, Ace would immediately announce it to the public. They caught two reporters and posted the photos online to tell you to get out!"
"Man." John put his arm around Wang Zhen's shoulders: "As long as we rescue people, then, I, you Empire Barrier, we have all made meritorious service, I will be promoted, and you, those reporters, although they hate it, they will definitely
I will repay the Imperial Barrier, this is your chance to become famous!"
"What if it fails and the journalist dies?" Wang Zhen asked coldly.
Good guy, you’re drawing cakes again, right?
The cake cabinet at home can no longer be filled, and I can’t finish eating it, but I still draw it!
He has feelings for Golden Retriever and Scythe Squad, but not for Imperial Barrier.
He would not have the stupid idea of fighting for the reputation of the imperial barrier.
"If it fails, then I'm doomed. Your Scythe team will also suffer, and the Imperial Barrier will also have a hard time. They will only say that you were a private action while hiding the company, and it has nothing to do with the company, and then you will be expelled.
, From now on, no PMC company will accept you, you can only be mercenaries." John said with a sneer.
Wang Zhen felt the urge to scold his mother.
"Think on the bright side." John patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "If it succeeds, the Gujiao Building will immediately add a contract to Empire Barrier. Your actions tonight will be completely legal, and there will be a bonus. I think Empire Barrier
The full amount will be paid to you, and the amount will not be small."
These words made Wang Zhen look much better. Of course, it was definitely not for money!
Also, why do the bonuses come from the Foot Covering Building and the Imperial Barrier?
Is it co-authored by you that the CIA is still a free prostitute?
Grasping prostitution and painting cakes with both hands, both hands must be firm, stick to it and never waver!
Wang Zhen called the Golden Retrievers over and explained the matter.
Finally, he concluded: "We are doing 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 are not fighting for money, we are not talking about money, that is an insult to us!"
The donkey whistled, "Actually, I can totally accept them using money to insult us, the harsh kind, I don't mind."
"Get out!" Wang Zhen gave the donkey a kick.
Rescuing hostages is the most dangerous battle. What you need at this time is encouragement and high-level inner strength to arm yourself!
This is not a painting!
People like donkeys are like rat shit in the soup pot!
Golden Retriever smiled and patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "Okay, we understand."
Several people looked at each other, grabbed the guns in their hands, and there was light in their eyes!
After leaving the army, I started working as a PMC because I had no other skills. In fact, everyone was a little confused.
They all work with guns, but after leaving the army, they lost their sense of honor.
The sense of honor sounds illusory, but it is actually extremely important to them.
Shovel mentioned before that he had participated in rescuing hostages, not out of fear or disgust, but out of emotion.
I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing again after a few years away.
Several people looked at each other and suddenly laughed. Wang Zhen discovered that their spirits were different.
He couldn't understand it and felt a little hazy. Wang Zhen held his chest, feeling inexplicable.