"Shrapnel, fire support!" Wang Zhen shouted, grabbed the HK416, jumped out of the pickup truck, and rushed towards the warehouse while ducking.
There are still terrorists in the warehouse, but they were beaten and hiding. Now they need to be taken out one by one and bled!
Without him asking, the donkey jumped out from the other side.
A heavy machine gun and an M14 were suppressing him. Wang Zhen was not afraid of any threat that the terrorists could pose to him. He was only 100 meters away and rushed to the vicinity in less than 20 seconds.
I didn't rush in immediately because I was confident, but I raised my hand and fired a high-explosive grenade round.
There was a "boom" and smoke and dust were everywhere in the factory.
Wang Zhen then rushed in with one step.
The factory building was very empty, and all the original machinery and other equipment had been stolen long ago, and the few that could barely be used as shelters were piled up with junk.
Wang Zhen and Donkey, one on the left and the other on the right, moved in close to the sides of the factory building.
At this point, it's a close range steel gun.
Within 20 meters, aiming the gun at a place where terrorists may be hiding is compared to the basic skills of infantry combat.
A terrorist couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and his head suddenly popped up. Before the muzzle of the gun could be pointed, Wang Zhen had already opened fire. With a short "click", the terrorist crawled out with half of his body and slipped back again.
"Da da"
"Da da"
It feels like tapping a mole, staring at the big screen in front of you, and immediately moving the mouse to click wherever someone pops up.
The difference is that if the gopher knocks it, a five-pointed star will appear. Here, if it is knocked, a blood flower will explode.
Of course, this does not mean that there is no danger at all.
Be very careful and never get too close to where the terrorists are hiding.
The gentle slope formed by the bricks of the collapsed wall could completely hide the next person. Wang Zhen thought for a moment and walked directly outside the factory building, keeping a distance of ten meters. As a result, the person who just saw the terrorist also saw him.
At that moment, Wang Zhen clearly saw that the terrorist's eyes were red, he opened his mouth and roared at him, "Allah Akbar!"
Wang Zhen immediately turned around and pounced.
"boom!"
There was an explosion. Wang Zhen shook his head and shook the dirt on his head. He heard a "pop" sound in his ears. He turned his head and saw that half of his arm fell beside him.
"Fake!" He cursed and got up.
"This is a wild boar. It's safe. The terrorists blew themselves up." Wang Zhen exhaled and said in the channel: "Be careful, these guys are too crazy."
"receive!"
"Copy that!" replied Donkey and Shrapnel.
The search lasted for more than 20 minutes. After determining that it was safe, several people from Wang Zhen returned and contacted Xie Bingjun.
In the small office building, Hou Zeguang shouted loudly, "It's safe, the terrorists have been eliminated."
Immediately, bursts of cheers rang out, some people rushed downstairs and looked outside, and some even eagerly leaned out of the window.
Wang Zhen, who was watching below, couldn't help but worry whether the guy would fall off.
"Comrade, thank you." Xie Bingjun trotted to Wang Zhen's side immediately and raised his hand to salute. However, he raised his hand to his shoulder and remembered something and stretched it out in front of Wang Zhen.
"Hello, hello." Wang Zhen quickly stretched out his hands to shake each other's hands, "It's all as it should be. Are you having any difficulties? Are there any wounded? We brought some first aid medicine."
"If you really need it, thank you very much."
"Blind man, drive in and bring medicine." Wang Zhen informed on the channel.
Within a few minutes, Guo Jingyun arrived. He met Xie Bingjun's eyes and immediately understood the other person's identity.
I checked my eyes, they are all my own!
Wang Zhen pursed his lips, wanting to laugh. At this moment, he seemed to see lightning flashing between the eyes of the two people.
The three donkeys didn't come to join in the fun, the poet was out on guard, and the donkey and shrapnel were arranged by Wang Zhen to collect the spoils.
The remaining weapons of the terrorists are enough to arm dozens of people. If you pack them up, you can sell them for a lot of money. I don't know what happened to Faisal.
Wang Zhen and Guo Jingyun followed Xie Bingjun and turned around to go in. They met Hou Zeguang who was leading someone out.
"Boss, this is Mr. Wang of Guanghui Defense." Xie Bingjun introduced: "This is my boss Hou Zeguang."
"Hello, Mr. Hou." Wang Zhen greeted quickly.
"Hello, thank you very much, but you saved the lives of 37 of us." Hou Zeguang walked up quickly and grabbed Wang Zhen's hand, "Don't call me Mr. Hou, it sounds too foreign, don't mind calling me
Call me Lao Hou, and I will call you Brother Wang."
"Haha, let me call you Brother Monkey!" Wang Zhen shouted and was stunned for a moment. Why is this so awkward?
"So, I want you to call me Lao Hou." Hou Zeguang laughed and said, "Wait for me a moment."
With that said, Hou Zeguang turned back and said loudly: "Everyone, collect the drinking water and food left by the terrorists. Be careful not to touch those firearms and weapons, and be careful not to touch unknown items. They may be bombs left by the terrorists."
"knew!"
"Understood." More than a dozen people agreed and walked past a few people. As they passed, they all stared at the heavily armed Wang Zhen and the two, with their eyes shining brightly.
The two-person helmet, pickup earphones, body armor, magazine, grenade, gun in hand, fully armed, may not seem like much on a normal day, but now, it looks so damn handsome!
There was a sentimental one who gave Wang Zhen and the two a military salute with a bang as he passed by, and said solemnly: "Thank you!"
There was a beginning, and everyone behind him became serious and followed suit. Military salutes and "thank you" echoed at the entrance of the half-collapsed office building.
The military salute may not be standard, but the moment Wang Zhen saw it, for some reason, he felt all the blood in his body rushing toward his head.
His whole body felt groggy, and his eyes were sore and blurry. He blinked several times in succession and became at a loss.
He raised his hand, put it down again, and rubbed his palm hard on his pants a few times, not knowing how to return the favor.
Guo Jingyun, on the other hand, instinctively stood at attention and gave a standard military salute of "pop".
At that moment, Wang Zhen's eyes were filled with envy, he was so handsome, so damn handsome.
Hou Zeguang looked on with a smile on his face. He quietly reached out and grabbed Wang Zhen's arm, lifted his arm and put it on the side of his head under his surprised gaze.
Wang Zhen pursed his lips and frowned, imitating Guo Jingyun.
When everyone walked over, Wang Zhen put down his hands and let out a long breath. The pressure was much greater than fighting terrorists.
"Huh, Brother Hou, do you have no supplies?"
"Yes, I can still bear the food, but the main reason is that I really have no water. So, if it weren't for you, we would have to start drinking urine if we could hold on for another day at most." Hou Zeguang said with emotion on his face: "You are serious.
I saved everyone’s life, so thank you and accept it with peace of mind.”
Wang Zhen sighed softly, "Retreat as soon as possible. I sent someone to take a detour to the aid station in Helesiye. Preparations should be already underway there."
"I know it's not safe here, but our vehicles have been damaged by terrorists, making it difficult to move around."
"Then take turns in the pickup truck. We don't know if the terrorists have reinforcements." Wang Zhen thought for a while and said.
"Okay, we'll leave in half an hour."
"Okay, if you need any help from us, you're welcome." Wang Zhen said.
Half an hour later, the group was back on the road.
Four injured people were lying on the back seat of the pickup truck. Six people were crowded in the bed of the truck. Two people were sitting on the roof. A pickup truck was pulling 11 people inside and outside. A group of people had their heads covered with something to protect themselves from the sun.
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Wang Zhen took out his cell phone and took a photo. In line with the surrounding environment, he said that there was absolutely no problem with Asan's side.
Not to mention, everyone actually sat down once they did this. This is why pickup trucks are so popular here.
The critical moment is really awesome!
The car just couldn't pick up the speed, but at around 4 p.m., 5 kilometers outside Helesiye, a shovel was waiting on the roadside.
I brought a full truckload of mineral water with me, and after being on the road for more than 4 hours, I was very thirsty.
Shovel led a group of people directly into a camp in Helesiye. There were many tents set up here. Hou Zeguang and others thanked Wang Zhen repeatedly and then led the people to settle down.
At this point, safety is temporarily lost.
Wang Zhen also relaxed, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette and asked: "The security here is too lax, isn't it? This machine gun pickup truck just drove in with such a big show, aren't you afraid of being attacked by terrorists?"
Shovel shrugged, "Otherwise, who do you think should be handed over to arrange protection here? Peacekeeping troops? There are no peacekeeping troops in Iraq, and there are no peacekeeping troops in Syria."
"Or hand it over to the US military?" Shovel asked himself and answered: "The US government still wants the United Nations to send troops, and Congress will not agree to take over such a mess."
"Besides, if the US military doesn't come, it might be safer here, and so will the British."
Wang Zhen laughed out loud and blew out the cigarette butts in his mouth, "You are really good at reading people!"
But Shovel is indeed right, those who are legal are unwilling to take over, and those who are willing to take over are illegal.
"It's okay to hire a PMC company." Wang Zhen thought for a moment and said, "But the price will not be cheap in the face of great pressure from terrorists."
"Impossible!" Shovel shook his head directly, "You are kidding, using charity donations to hire a violent company like PMC. What do you think? This is no different from giving money to drug criminals so that they will not use drugs in the future."
"Uh..." Wang Zhen was speechless for a moment. Well, he didn't understand the operating rules of charity funds. He really didn't understand them at all. He had almost no access to such things when he was in China.
"Don't worry, there are only a bunch of poor people who can't afford to eat here. Even the terrorists don't like this place." Shovel shook his head and said, "So it's quite safe."
"Maybe." Wang Zhen looked up at the tents set up and the staff distributing food and water, and shook his head, expressing his disapproval.
Terrorists are all lunatics, and sometimes they are not just looking for profit.
"When are we leaving?" Shovel asked.
"Take a rest, let's do it tomorrow." Wang Zhen thought for a while and said.
"Okay, I'll go back to Baghdad in a while."
"Thank you for your hard work." Wang Zhen patted the shovel arm.
"What's so hard about this?" Shovel laughed, "I'll take those AKs back?"
"Well, you can take it back." Wang Zhen stretched, "I can rest for a few days when I go back. These three missions are quite profitable."
"Indeed, the main reason is that you don't have to give others a commission." Shovel nodded heavily.
After the shovel left, Wang Zhen found a tent and got in to rest for a while.
We didn't have dinner prepared by the charity organization. Shovel brought a lot of food, enough for everyone to eat for a few days.
It was medicines and food and water tents. Hou Zeguang clamored for money. The Chinese bosses with him also said the same thing. Wang Zhen was reserved for a while and did not refuse.
We don’t have much money, and when we have so many bosses to bear, we don’t have much money at all.
Carrying the beer brought with the shovel, the group of people drank a little. The atmosphere was very good, and Wang Zhen once again enjoyed a round of praise.
One by one, Wang Zhen took a group photo with him, and Wang Zhen refused to accept anyone who came.
Of course, what you get is not just flattery, but also connections. Although these Chinese bosses are all in a sorry state now, they are all the kind with real net worth of tens of millions.
Soft sister coins...
If you do business here, you will make huge profits, and they may be your customers in the future.
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New York, Imperial Rampart Headquarters.
Cobham looked at an order and shook his head. The risk was high and the profit was low, so he had to take it.
He picked up the phone and called Daryl, "There is an order here. I will send it to you. You can contact Xia Wang and the others."
"I guess they are not interested. That guy has taken on rescue missions from several Chinese businessmen in the past few days and made a lot of money." Daryl opened the email and looked at it.
Cobham smiled confidently, "I sent you another recording. You can tell it to him."
Daryl clicked on it, and after a while, he said, "I don't think we need to give him a commission at all. It's a kindness not to let him give us any money."
Cobham laughed.
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Please give me a monthly ticket!
It’s the end of the month, and in the last two days, the sales have been in the tens of thousands since it was put on the shelves. Seeing that the fireworks have worked so hard, the monthly tickets are indispensable!