Sharing the spoils of tomatoes and watches was initially refused.
After all, they are not members of Glorious Defense. Besides, the purpose of staying to fight the terrorists is more to avenge their companions.
It’s useless to give them a bunch of broken AKM. Without channels, you can’t sell it at all.
When they were doing tasks before, they were too lazy to bend down and pick up this kind of garbage.
Broken AK, some are from Iran, some are from Pakistan Railways, and only a small amount are from Eastern Europe.
I simply didn’t pick up the bullets. They basically had Arabic letters on them, so I didn’t dare to use them.
The worst thing here is the product from Pakistan. It is a truly handmade work. There is nothing wrong with the appearance and accuracy. The problem is the raw material... It is made of civilian steel imported from the east. The barrel is just ordinary.
of seamless steel pipes.
But Wang Zhen was too kind, so the two of them had no choice but to accept it reluctantly. They didn't have much money, just over 4,000 US dollars per person.
"My name is Nate Bradley, you can call me Nate." Tomato introduced himself again. Whether he is a PMC or a mercenary, he will not say his name unless he recognizes you.
Of course, it could also be a pseudonym.
"My name is Aiden Sheldon, you can call me Aiden." The watch also introduced itself.
An employee of an American security company called Qassem. The main business of this security company is to provide bodyguard jobs to people.
After sharing the difficulties this time, the relationship between the two parties has become much closer. Wang Zhen's idea is very simple. The two of them are quite capable. If they are not happy in the original company, they can come to him. Here, the income is much higher.
.
If you hit two shots with or without dates, it doesn't matter if you fail.
Walter acted quickly, and a group of people arrived from Baghdad the next day.
There were reporters, the person in charge of the construction company, and employees. They drove 4 cars and more than a dozen people.
A small donation ceremony was held here, and at the same time, the Disaster Private Camp posted a recruitment advertisement for construction workers, and the news spread instantly.
After the donation ceremony was over, Walter walked away in a big way, with Wang Zhen and others responsible for escorting him.
In fact, the probability of something going wrong on the way back is really very small. That's the other terrorist leader's sphere of influence, and they are not under each other's control.
Walter was riding in Wang Zhen's replica armored vehicle, chatting along the way, and the two of them also analyzed the reasons for the attack.
Walter believed that someone deliberately leaked his whereabouts, and the terrorists felt that if they could catch him, they could use it to threaten a big shot in the U.S. Department of Homeland Security and obtain some benefits. Even if he was killed on the spot, it would not matter.
An online video can definitely create a huge sensation, and is much more effective than killing a few hostages.
"The logic of terrorists is different from ours. In their minds, the greater the sensation they create, the more they can make a name for themselves, demonstrate their abilities, and attract more 'brothers' to join their great cause.
career." Walter said.
"I remember that the main members of the terrorists are all from here. Were they brainwashed by ZJ methods?" Wang Zhen asked.
"Due to the threat of terrorist attacks, the Department of Homeland Security has a research institution specifically targeting terrorists. According to the information there, those who join terrorist organizations through ZJ brainwashing in the local area are generally just the bottom level, equivalent to ordinary soldiers. They may be enough
They are fanatical but not capable, and those who come from thousands of miles away to join terrorist organizations because of propaganda are stronger in terms of both belief and capability," Walter said.
"Ha, I didn't expect that they would also pay attention to the fact that a foreign monk can chant sutras." Wang Zhen couldn't help but laugh, "For those who have defected to me, I can only praise them by saying a rotten fish or a shrimp."
"That's true." Walter did not catch Wang Zhen's laughter, but said seriously: "Whether it is Iraq or Syria, since the Iran-Iraq War, there has been constant turmoil in the past two decades. In terms of grassroots education, except ZJ education
, basically completely paralyzed, in this regard you can imagine them like humans 100 years ago."
"In Iraq, except for a few big cities that have mobile communication capabilities, they can't make calls. Even in Baghdad and Erbil, the Internet is only available to a small number of people. The same situation is true in Syria.
In this kind of environment, what do you think they are like as two generations who have grown up over the past twenty years?"
"They are like living on a backward and closed island. The world in their eyes has nothing but this small area around them. They really have no ability to do more."
Wang Zhen: "..."
Okay, that's really the case.
"In addition, the degree of influence in the outside world and the number of brothers who come to join them are the most direct reflection of the leader's ability in the eyes of those grassroots terrorists, and influence is also an important part of their source of funds. Donations, some of these donations
Believers from other countries, some simply come from some 'big families', what are the criteria for judging money from these big families?"
"Terrorists are not a normal political complex. They cannot be measured specifically by GDP, land area, population, number of troops, etc. Then the only thing left is influence, or to be more precise, how big they are.
Sensational incident."
"This is the reason why terrorists in our opinion always do some unreasonable and crazy things." Walter explained to Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen felt somewhat enlightened after hearing this explanation. This solved a lot of things that he had never understood. "If this continues, sooner or later these people will offend everyone."
"That's for sure. Both the domestic and international communities in the United States are dissatisfied with the large number of U.S. troops stationed in Iraq and Syria. It doesn't matter, just withdraw the troops." Walter smiled and shrugged, "Let them make trouble until everyone suffers.
If not, they will beg us to send troops again."
Wang Zhen thought about it for a while, and although he wished he could replace it, he still nodded in agreement.
Looking around the world, except for the five gangsters, other countries have no ability to station troops abroad.
The British Empire's lobster soldiers were vulnerable, the French Foreign Legion focused on their own land in Africa, Lao Maozi's economy was in decline, and the Ermao and the Caucasus regions were constraining his forces. The East only focused on economic development.
Therefore, the final result is already inevitable.
However, what does this have to do with me? I am just an ordinary person who wants to make money and buy a house!
This topic was over, and Wang Zhen started gossiping again about who wanted to harm him.
Walter said that he didn’t know. It might be his father’s political opponent, it might be a friend, it might be his own competitor, or it might be someone else in the family. Who knows, it was just a little bit of information unintentionally disclosed. Even if it is traced
The source is useless. It may be misled to other people and fall into the scheme of the mastermind behind the scenes.
This is politics, and sometimes there is no need to pursue it at all.
Wang Zhen deeply agreed with this and gave Walter a thumbs up. This guy is indeed a born political animal.
The children of politicians are politicians, and the children of workers are workers...
Upon arriving in Baghdad, Wang Zhen signed a contract with the other party's charity, and soon US$300,000 was deposited into his company account.
We had a meal together, left each other's phone numbers and said goodbye.
According to Walter, he will stay in the Middle East for a long time, and his charity work is endless. Maybe he will need Wang Zhen's help at some point.
Even with Walter's identity, he has no way to turn to the US military when encountering problems. The US military currently stationed here only has more than 700 troops after a reinforcement, which is useless.
I spent a night in Baghdad to relax and drink in a bar.
In the end, Guo Jingyun and the poet went there, while Wang Zhen threw the donkey and the shrapnel to the hospital for a thorough examination. Wang Zhen himself had other things to be busy with.
In the resident office, Faisal arrived.
"Wang, I finally see you again, my spiritual mentor and my closest friend." As soon as he came up, Faisal gave Wang Zhen a big hug.
"Don't, don't mention any spiritual mentor, those things you did have nothing to do with me." Wang Zhen was startled, his hands swinging like windmills.
Don't harm me, I'm afraid of death!
This guy has a security team of more than 30 people with him, and they are all downstairs right now.
In the case of Tikrit, Faisal did it with great fanfare, which made the people of Asis hate him so much that they launched two suicide attacks against him in just two or three months.
I don't know if this guy's life has improved. Many people around him died in two suicide attacks, but he only suffered minor injuries.
Once a shrapnel opened a hole in the thigh, and once the eardrum was shocked and perforated.
I don’t know who he learned from. The injury was obviously not serious, but this guy made it look like he was about to die. His thigh was hung in a cast at the end of the bed, and he waved his arm, which was also in a cast, in a passionate and hoarse voice.
He was interviewed by reporters in the ward and delivered an impassioned speech, criticizing the brutality and madness of terrorists. He called on the public to see the true face of terrorists, launch a boycott if conditions permit, and make excuses without conditions.
The achievements this guy has made are remarkable. Both the US government and the Kurdish President of Iraq have begun to strongly support him and promote it through TV stations. Now Faisal can be said to be the brightest figure in Iraqi politics during this period.
Got it!
His reputation grew and he once again received large amounts of financial support.
Just take a look at the 30-person security team downstairs and you will know that not only their spirit has been completely renewed, but their equipment has also been upgraded.
Helmets, body armor, and tactical uniforms are all available, and the gun has been changed from a broken AK to an M16. If they didn't have an Arab face, at first glance, they would have been thought to be Americans.
Feal talked about his experiences during this period in high spirits, detailing everything.
Well, it kind of means showing the results in front of the spiritual mentor.
Don't show off your prosperity in front of the teacher, just like walking in brocade clothes at night.
"Master Wang, the main reason I came here this time is to ask for help." Feisal looked directly at Wang Zhen, "Recently, I have been confused. There are many things in my mind, but
I don’t know how to sum it up, and I don’t know how to further let more people feel this power!”
"How do I know? I am a PMC!" Wang Zhen shook his head like a rattle. This is too dangerous and you must not participate in it!
"By the way, Master Wang, I want to expand my power again, but I lack a batch of arms. You see..."
Wang Zhen: "Ahem, it's not like we can't discuss it."