Seeing the gunfire ringing out in the city, Aziz was obviously confused.
"What's going on!?" He asked his cronies around him sharply.
The confidant quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled into the microphone.
Soon, the answer from the tribal militia came from the other end: "Those people ran away. There was a mole in our team and killed many of us. Now we are searching for them in the city. Some people said they saw them in the old school."
We are organizing people to surround them!"
"Chief, our people were attacked, and the Z people ran away." The confidant reported this unexpected situation to Aziz.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie from his cronies and shouted like a mad dog: "What are our losses!?"
"Five pickup trucks were blown up and more than 70 people died..."
"What!?" Aziz's eyes almost fell to the ground in shock, "Are you pigs? Even if you are pigs, you can't kill them one by one so fast!"
"They have spies who sneaked into our team and attacked us from behind. We were completely unprepared..."
"Damn it! I said, don't alert them! Don't fight them head-on! These people are not as easy to deal with as the government troops!" Aziz angrily said: "Don't do anything now, surround them first, and wait for me to come back!"
"
Cutting off the call, Aziz turned to Kosayev and said: "The matter has gone beyond the scope of the previous agreement!"
He picked up the backpack on the ground and threw it at Kosayev's feet: "We have lost too many people, and this little money is not enough!"
Kosayev's expression changed and he reminded: "We had an agreement before. Except for the situation, it was your inability to do things well."
"You are talking nonsense to me! This is my territory, whatever I say is what I say!" Aziz was in a very bad mood. You must know that we are currently in a period of war, and weapons, equipment and combatants are the most precious assets.
Two million U.S. dollars seemed very rich before, but now that so many people and so many pickup trucks have been lost, I'm afraid this little money is not very rich to put in the pocket.
"Aziz, what do you want?" Kosayev said: "If I add more money, I still have 500,000 US dollars in cash in the car. If there is more, it will be gone. I will give you 2.5 million at most."
"2.5 million? Are you sending beggars away!?" Aziz said disdainfully: "My people were blown up by five pickup trucks, and just now they fired a poisonous stinger, killing more than seventy people. These are all
Money! Do you understand?! This is all money! Take your 2.5 million and get out! I paid such a high price for this little money and offended my friends. I, Aziz, am not that stupid."
"I think..." Kosayev shrugged, suddenly pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Aziz and fired twice.
Bang bang——
Aziz never expected that Kosayev would suddenly attack him.
He didn't have time to grunt, and fell down like a sack with a broken mouth.
Almost at the same time as Kosayev fired, all the Black Sun mercenaries instantly raised their guns and shot at the tribal militiamen next to the two pickup trucks on the opposite side.
After a burst of gunshots like popping beans, everything became quiet.
Next to the pickup truck were the corpses of militiamen. The militiamen were obviously vulnerable to these Black Sun mercenaries who had been battle-hardened and received formal special forces training.
Finally, one person survived.
Yes, he is Aziz's right-hand man, the confidant who just asked his subordinates about the situation in the city.
Kosayev put the pistol back into his gun bag, took out a PAD from the pocket of his tactical vest, took out his electronic pen and clicked on it a few times.
Then he raised his head and glanced at Aziz's cronies who were standing trembling in front of him.
"Suleiman, your name is Suleiman?"
As he spoke, he walked up to Suleiman, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Suleiman nodded with difficulty. His eyes fell on the other party's PAD screen, and he seemed to see his own profile picture.
OMG!
Who are these? They can even check their own information.
"Are you the deputy leader of the Bajil City militia?" Kosayev said calmly: "That is, the second in command? Except..."
He turned back and pointed at Aziz's body, which was almost cold on the ground.
"Aside from him, you are the one who leads the organization?"
"You can... put it this way..." Suleiman suddenly felt that the other party might not want to kill him.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Kosayev asked.
"You guys..." He licked his lips, "If you need my help, I'll be happy to do it."
Kosayev nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you are a smart man who knows how to assess the situation, unlike your boss."
He turned around and glanced at his men, making a gesture.
A Black Sun mercenary returned to the car and took off another backpack, then walked over and handed it to Kosayev.
Taking the backpack, Kosayev threw it at Suleiman's feet like a pile of garbage: "I only have 2.5 million US dollars here. If you are willing to help me, the money is yours. As for how you use it, I don't know."
I will ask."
"Okay... okay..." Suleiman's eyes showed greed. Maybe... this is really a good opportunity. After all, with Aziz on top of his head, he will never be the boss, and this time maybe
Really an opportunity.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"How will you explain this to your men when you go back? How did Aziz die?" Kosayev asked.
Suleiman didn't even think about it: "He was beaten to death by those who came to meet the mercenaries in the city."
"So, where are the people who killed your boss?" Kosayev continued to ask.
Suleiman finally replied without hesitation: "They were killed by you! We were attacked outside the city. It was you who rescued me. I will tell my men this is a fact and tell them that the other party killed our leader. We
Need revenge..."
"Enough, enough..." Kosayev was very satisfied with Suleiman's script, smiled and extended his hand: "Happy cooperation!"
"Happy cooperation!" Suleiman also stretched out his hand to shake Kosayev's hand, with a smile on his face. Two and a half million U.S. dollars, my God, with this money, he can buy arms and expand his own.
Team, and you can also enjoy it yourself.
People must be content, he reminded himself, and he must not go against the people in front of him. It was just organizing an attack anyway, and he didn't have to go out personally, and he wouldn't be the one who died.
who cares!
He picked up the two bags on the ground, threw them back into one of the pickup trucks, and said to Kosayev: "Follow me, and I will take you to find those Z people. They are now at the back of the city, where the old school is.
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Kosayev returned to his Humvee, and his men sitting next to him asked: "Boss, can this kid rest assured?"
"Look at him. If anything happens, you know what to do, right?"
"OK, leave it to me." His man smiled sinisterly, stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer rushed out, following the pickup truck.