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In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is normal that the ammunition consumed by the team needs to be purchased from the company.
After all, this is not an ordinary company. The consumables are some pens, paper, etc.
A bullet or a grenade may seem like nothing, but if it is wasted, it will cost thousands of dollars in one battle.
But what if RPGs, anti-tank missiles, drones, etc. are used?
It would be weird if the company had no restrictions.
For ordinary employees, everything from firearms to bullets are mass products supplied by the company free of charge, but the P1 team obviously cannot.
Just say that this body armor has different manufacturers, different batches, different prices, and different ballistic properties. Imperial Barrier will not purchase the worst, but it will not be able to purchase the best.
The same concept applies to firearms. Golden Retriever has mentioned before that their guns are not assembly line products. They are all individually customized, with higher accuracy and lower failure rate.
Others include the night vision goggles on the head, the pickup earphones, the scope, the clothes on the body, and the body armor, all of which are high-end goods.
The poet's Viter 8x white light speed sight costs as much as $4,000, and it is impossible for these companies to provide it.
Moreover, this is the price of buying it in the United States. When you get to Baghdad, the price of such military items will be at least 2 times, and some high-end products can be 5 times more!
Therefore, fighting a war means fighting for money!
In view of this attack, Wang Zhen suggested that it would be best to get some smoke bombs, which would be very useful for both retreat and attack.
On the way back, Wang Zhen suddenly asked: "Do you have that kind of bulletproof mask?"
The experience of having his shoulder rubbed by a stray bullet today made him a little scared.
"Yes, but you have to find someone to customize it separately. What's wrong?" Golden Retriever asked.
"We'd better get one to carry with us, at least we won't die from a stray bullet hitting our face."
"That thing is very uncomfortable to wear, and it affects movement and shooting accuracy." Jin Mao gestured to the style of a helmet with a bulletproof mask, like a motorcycle helmet. "Finally, with a mask, you can't wear night vision goggles."
"Isn't there something light like that?"
"Well, there are some, like the kind of ball mask, but the bulletproof effect is relatively poor, that is, it can withstand pistol bullets, but it can't be large-caliber."
"Let's try it then."
After chatting, he returned to his residence, took a shower and changed clothes. Wang Zhen took out the laptop he borrowed from Imperial Barrier and uploaded the photos and videos taken on his mobile phone.
Holding the mobile phone, Wang Zhen thought for a while to find Jin Mao, "The phone number Daryl gave is the phone number of a CIA intelligence officer in Iraq, a former Iraqi Special Security Bureau. I want to ask them to see if I can find out anything."
Who attacked us?"
"Is it necessary? The cost of intelligence consulting has always been very high." Jin Mao asked Wang Zhen to look for information on the spot. It was just a casual move. After all, Wang Zhen was very smart.
"I don't know if it will be useful, but knowing more shouldn't be a bad thing."
Jin Mao thought for a while and said: "Our commission for this mission is limited. The mission period is three months, but the total commission is only US$300,000. We cannot afford too high intelligence expenditures."
Wang Zhenmo did some calculations. As the captain, Golden Retriever got two shares. One share for each of them, which is equal to 7 people, and each of them got 42,800.
Based on three months and 90 days, this is equivalent to a combat subsidy of 475 per day.
As for whether the price is high or low, Wang Zhen really can't say.
Three months without a day off may not seem high, but considering that you are not attacked every day, it is relatively high.
"Let's ask first and then talk." Wang Zhen thought about it and argued for it.
Jin Mao nodded, Wang Zhen picked up the phone and dialed, first calling the CIA. In his impression, the American CIA must be the most powerful intelligence organization in the world.
"Hello, Mr. John, I am from Imperial Barrier. Mr. Daryl will..."
"Talking about something." An impatient voice interrupted Wang Zhen's self-introduction. It was obvious that the person on the other end didn't care who was calling.
Wang Zhen was choked, but he didn't mind and continued to ask: "We were attacked by a group of people when we entered Baghdad on the Med'in Highway outside Baghdad at noon today. I want to know who attacked us."
There was silence for a while on the other side of the phone. After about 5 minutes, if it weren't for the busy signal, Wang Zhen would have thought he had hung up, and then the impatient voice came out, "$300,000."
Wang Zhen almost spurted blood, it was so dark!
"This price is too expensive, can it be cheaper?"
After Wang Zhen finished speaking, a busy signal came from the phone.
"Fake, you're dead?!" Wang Zhen's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face, "Do you understand what it means that the customer is God!"
Golden Retriever suppressed a smile on the side, "I heard that the CIA does not negotiate the price for selling out information."
"Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I didn't expect it to be so expensive. I can't afford it anyway."
"But why is it so expensive?" Wang Zhen spread his hands.
"Don't ask me, I don't understand. Those intelligence people have their own theory." Jin Mao said with a smile.
"Forget it, ask the Iraqis, Americans are still too expensive." Wang Zhen didn't give up.
I called and introduced myself this time. Wang Zhen was very pleased. When asking for information, Wang Zhen changed his approach and wanted an interview.
The other party gave an address, which was in the Green Zone. The Golden Retriever called for the bayonet, and the three of them went together.
The meeting place was an ordinary teahouse, which can be found everywhere in Baghdad. Entering the teahouse, the golden retriever said: "Look for Rahman."
Someone immediately took them up to the second floor.
Rahman, an Iraqi, probably has more contact with people abroad, so he wore a gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked to be in his 40s and quite handsome.
After meeting and shaking hands, Wang Zhen introduced himself: "Just call me Wang."
I didn’t introduce golden retrievers and bayonets, it’s not necessary.
"Hello, Mr. Wang, this is Mr. Golden Retriever and Mr. Bayonet." Rahman smiled and shook hands with the two of them.
An information dealer can retire if he still doesn't know who the visitor is after knowing that the other party is from the Imperial Barrier.
Wang Zhen glanced at the smiling Rahman and knew that the other party had no ill intentions and was just showing off his strength.
After taking a sip of tea, Wang Zhen took out his notebook, opened it, clicked on the picture and pushed it to Rahman, "I want to know, what does this kind of tattoo mean? Does it have a special meaning? What is the origin of the names of these people?"
Learn from the previous lesson and ask directly and the price will be too expensive.
"Three questions. This is our first cooperation. To show our sincerity, the first question is given free of charge." Rahman said with a smile: "Theoretically, YSL does not allow tattoos, but some MSLs with strong beliefs will have this tattoo on their bodies."
Kind of words."
"You still need a tattoo if you are determined?" Wang Zhen frowned, and then thought of something, "Terrorists?"
"That's the second question, $3,000."
"Okay." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, damn, this money is so profitable.
"Internationally recognized terrorists like to get this kind of tattoo. Here..." Rahman pointed to the tattoo on the computer screen and said: "This represents how many infidels have been killed. Judging from the tattoo, this person has killed three people.
, this person has killed 5 people, and this person has killed 26 people.”
Wang Zhen rubbed his teeth, and the last one was the tattoo on the veteran who shot the donkey.