Yu Yang returned the pen and paper to the translator: "What did the Iraqi just say?"
"He said thank you on behalf of the Lord. You are a trustworthy person. I praise you!"
"What did he yell when he walked out?"
"I didn't hear clearly. He spoke very quickly, but he seemed to be saying that what the Americans said was true. If you catch wanted criminals, you can get money!"
After hearing this, Yu Yang immediately laughed. This was the effect he wanted. As long as one person got the bonus, more Iraqis would provide them with intelligence.
In the northwest corner of Tikrit city, Okamoto Sakata hid in a hotel and watched the news on the TV, which was playing wanted orders for a group of them in turn.
The local TV stations no longer have boring soap operas and commercials. They take turns to broadcast some news about Black Laos, some so-called evidence, and some news promoting Danzi almost 24 hours a day. However, now a wanted notice is suddenly inserted.
.
"Damn it!" Okamoto Sakata slammed his fist on the bed. He didn't expect that a group of his people would escape directly. The US military's reaction would be so strong. He frowned and thought about which link caused the problem.
When I asked the question, I suddenly thought of the white man who pretended to be sick yesterday.
"Didn't that guy kill the American soldiers?" Okamoto Sakata stood up from the bed instantly, walked back and forth in the room, and according to his plan, encouraged all the hosts to follow him and escape from the military camp.
, and then he would deal with those hosts or kill some Iraqi soldiers in the city to ensure that he could survive.
Okamoto Sakata was quite confident in his abilities, but he did not expect that the situation would become so complicated. If he were just an Iraqi, he would still have a way to face it, but if he had to face the pursuit of Americans, Okamoto
Sakata is quite afraid. After all, American soldiers and Iraqi soldiers are completely different concepts.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" There was a knock on the door. Okamoto Sakata immediately took out a pistol and stood cautiously at the door. The weapon was found by him when he killed a family of Iraqis last night. He found some in total.
The money also comes with a weapon and a dozen rounds of ammunition.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The knock on the door continued, and there were words that Okamoto couldn't understand. After hearing the sound, Okamoto Sakata carefully opened the door to reveal a small gap, and looked out.
It was the voice of the hotel owner, but I don't know why the owner came to look for me.
Seeing Okamoto Sakata open a gap, the hotel owner pushed the door. Okamoto frowned but opened the door. He only saw the boss standing at the door with a glass of milk in his hand, pointing at the milk, and then at Oka.
Ben, stumbling and saying "milk", must have come to deliver milk.
Okamoto didn't order milk, but he couldn't explain it clearly. After taking the milk, he opened the door again, locked the door, sat on the bed and watched TV in a trance, continuing to think about the unfinished questions just now.
"If that brainless white man killed the American soldier, the mission this time would be much more difficult. He would have to face a double blow from the Americans and the Iraqis. Damn it, I hope that white man is not so stupid!"
Okamoto Sakata could only hope that white people were not stupid enough to kill American soldiers. However, when he raised his head and saw the wanted poster scrolling on the TV, he felt that his thoughts were too naive.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong!" After thinking for two minutes, Okamoto Sakata reached out to pick up the milk and suddenly froze. He felt something was wrong. Why did the hotel owner give him milk? Why? After watching TV
, Okamoto Sakata immediately stood up, put away his things, and prepared to leave. It was so abnormal.
Instead of going through the main entrance, Okamoto Sakata's room was on the second floor. Behind the window was an alley. He put away his weapons and some cash, found a robe to put on himself, and covered his head with a piece of cloth.
After wrapping it up, with only one pair of eyes exposed, he pretended to be an Iraqi, and then jumped out of the second-floor window with agility.
...This is called the dividing line...
Yu Yang led ten American soldiers and randomly threw the Japanese corpses into a garbage dump. It was unlucky to have a dead man in the car, and he continued to wander around the city.
The American soldiers in the car have been asking Yu Yang about Somalia. When they heard about it, most of them were children or teenagers. They were a little excited when they saw the living legend sitting next to them. Yu Yang's face
He always kept a smile on his face while chatting with the American soldiers, looking at the walkie-talkie not far away from time to time, waiting for new news.
"Yu, there are new clues. A suspicious person was found in a hotel in Xicheng District. He looks very much like one of the people in the wanted order!"
After hearing the words of the communications soldier, Yu Yang's eyes immediately lit up. He had been wandering for half an hour and only found one host. He felt that he was a bit incompetent as a big devil. Finally, he found another mouse. Yu Yang immediately found a mouse.
Got excited.
Since last night, after Yu Yang pulled the trigger, he has been in an inexplicable state of excitement. There has always been a desire to kill people in his heart. Especially after slaughtering the attacking Iraqis, Yu Yang even had an impulse.
, chase them out directly and eliminate all enemies.
If Yu Yang hated the battlefield before, after entering the war this time, Yu Yang felt that he liked the feeling of being on the battlefield, especially when he pulled the trigger on the target and watched the bullets shoot through the scope.
On the enemy's chest, Yu Yang felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, and he couldn't control himself and wanted to continue to pull the trigger.
"Let's go over and take a look. We must catch the damn murderer and not let any suspicious person go!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he began to organize his weapons and equipment. The rest of the US military also began to organize their equipment. Although it took
The person being arrested may be unarmed, but it is still wise to be careful.
After hearing Yu Yang's words, a convoy of two cars began to speed away towards Xicheng District. In a small alley that Yu Yang's vehicle had just passed, a black man jumped out of the alley after seeing the vehicle leaving.
He came out and entered an Iraqi home.
The Iraqi house was in a mess. There were several corpses lying on the ground, including those of Iraqis and two black men. This black man was the guy who secretly followed the other two black men last night. To be precise, this black man had already followed him.
One of them had been dead for a long time. On the first day, he saw with his own eyes that guy killed at least ten Iraqis.
