The white man slowly stretched his feet to the side of the AK, kicked the AK47 on the ground hard, and landed not far from Okamoto Sakata's feet.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. We have a common goal. Believe me, after listening to my advice, you will definitely cooperate with me!"
As Okamoto Sakata spoke, he squatted down and picked up the AK47 from the ground, quickly put away his pistol, took out a magazine from his pocket and loaded it.
"Let's talk in another place, okay, you don't have bullets in your gun, right? I don't have bullets in my gun either. It seems that our experiences are similar, but I have bullets now!"
After Okamoto Sakata finished speaking, he took the lead and walked forward. After the white man glanced at the Japanese, he took a deep breath. Now he had no other choice but to believe in the Japanese.
Following the Japanese man through the dirty alley, he came to a building at the edge of the street. As soon as he entered the door, the white man smelled a pungent smell of blood. After taking two steps forward, he
I saw blood stains on the floor in the living room, and the blanket on the floor was soaked in red.
But the Japanese didn't care at all. He randomly found a seat and sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes and threw one to the white man: "Introduce yourself, my name is Okamoto Sakata, what's your name?"
"My name is Marcelo. What do you want from me? I think the relationship between us is just a competition!"
Marcelo took the Japanese's cigarette and, while guarding against the Japanese, observed the house. It was a two-story building. Besides the living room, there were several rooms inside. He walked to the door of a room.
Marcelo gently opened the door, and the smell of blood became even worse.
"Shet, you devil, have you killed this family?" Seeing the seven or eight corpses lying in the room, Marcelo immediately closed the door. He had killed people, but he had not killed unarmed civilians.
He passed by, and among the corpses on the ground, he also saw the corpses of three children who looked no more than five years old. All seven or eight members of this family were killed by this Japanese named Okamoto Sakata.
Okamoto Sakata took a puff of his cigarette, showing his inlaid gold teeth, with a very calm expression: "Well, a total of eight people were killed by me, and I had no choice, otherwise I might have been discovered by the Americans long ago.
, you have to know that the Americans are offering us US$10,000 per person!”
After a pause, Okamoto Sakata seemed to be going crazy: "Do you know what 10,000 U.S. dollars means? It's 2003 now, and 10,000 U.S. troops are enough to make these Iraqis crazy, and they want to dig us out of the hole.
Come out and exchange money in front of the Americans. To them, we are not human beings, but shining golden dollars, walking dollars. If I don’t kill them, they will kill us!”
After finishing speaking, he took out a remote control and turned on the TV. This Iraqi family should be considered a wealthy family and owns a color TV.
Before the Iran-Iraq War and the Gulf War, Iraq was a wealthy country, but after the two battlefields, Iraq changed from a wealthy country to a poverty-stricken country. A TV is enough to scare away many Iraqi families.
Marcelo sat aside and smoked with his head down, looking at the Japanese in front of him with some disgust. The Japanese were right. In the eyes of these Iraqis, he was a shining golden pig who could bring them
Rich wealth, but he still does not agree with the Japanese's approach and does not make any comments.
"What do you want from me? After talking for a long time, you didn't tell me what your purpose is!" If possible, Marcelo wants to leave now. This Japanese is very scary. From the words and expressions just now, Marcelo
Luo didn't see any emotional fluctuations related to people, just like cold-blooded animals.
After hearing Marcelo's words, Okamoto Sakata stopped his performance and sat back on the sofa: "I came to you because I hope to cooperate with you to kill the cheater hiding in the US military.
Only with him can we complete our mission!"
After Marcelo listened, he looked at Okamoto Sakata with a sarcastic expression: "I think you must have made a mistake. Let's kill him? It's not easy for us to pray not to be caught by him now. Go kill him."
?Is this an April Fool's Day joke? He is surrounded by at least one squad of US troops at any time, and there are armored vehicles covering him. Why are we going to kill him? Why? Just because the rifling of the AK47 in your hand has been smoothed? "
"Moreover, Mr. Okamoto Sakata, I don't want you to forget that there are three people allowed to complete this mission. Excluding the cheater, there are still two places left. I just need to kill more Iraqis within the specified time.
We can just be guerrillas, so why should we follow you to risk attacking the US military? You have to know what the consequences of attacking the US military will be!"
After Marcelo finished speaking, he looked at Okamoto Sakata as if he were looking at an idiot. Marcelo has now regarded the three survivable places in this mission as two survival places. As for the first one, he has already
No more extravagant hopes. As long as that damn cheating guy doesn't come to catch him, he will thank God. Marcelo still can't figure out why this yellow man has such a good relationship with an officer of the US military. It's not that Americans discriminate against people of color.
?
Okamoto Sakata smiled, very happily, and slowly walked to Marcelo: "No, no, no, you are wrong. I said we wanted to kill him. It was just an excuse. You forgot about us.
Do you have my identity? I am a wanted criminal in the United States, who will accept us?"
"You mean, the Iraqi government troops and guerrillas? But our mission is to kill these Iraqi government troops and guerrillas!"
Marcelo didn't understand what Okamoto Sakata meant for a while, and frowned. White people generally deal with things simply and roughly. When it comes to using their brains, yellow people have a natural advantage.
"Is there any conflict between killing these guerrillas and government forces and cooperating with them? We can tell those guerrillas that there is a very important person in the US military, such as the son of a high-ranking official or something else. As long as we capture this
They can negotiate terms with the Americans, do you think these Iraqis will be tempted?"
After hearing what Okamoto Sakata said, Marcelo froze on the spot, but then he reacted: "If we say this, will these Iraqis believe it?"
"So I need your help. They may not believe me if I say it, but I think if you say it, those Iraqis will believe it!" After Okamoto Sakata finished speaking, he laughed again. He looked very good.
Ugly, smiling makes people feel uglier than crying.
