Yu Yang glanced at him: "Don't you like doing business with the US military? Why are you still looking for me?" Yu Yang and Little Turkey walked to a hidden location and asked slightly sarcastically.
The little turkey smiled awkwardly: "After all, this is the territory of the Iraqis. I can't blatantly sell information to you Americans, otherwise, someone will trouble me. At the old price, I have two more here.
There is information, one is from Okamoto Sakata, and the other is the location of two people named Marcelo! How about it?"
At first, Yu Yang didn't pay too much attention. When he killed Padov just now, he only got a cumulative reward of one head and three war coins. The white man was really too poor. It seemed that he had as much as twenty dollars as the Japanese.
There are not many hosts with multiple war coin deposits, most of them are poor.
But when Yu Yang heard the names of Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo, he immediately became interested. This Japanese was a serious problem in Yu Yang's heart. As for Marcelo, he was the one who must be caught.
This guy killed Peter and caused trouble for John, and Yu Yang was not ready to let him go.
The little turkey has been paying attention to Yu Yang's expression, but he is a little disappointed. Yu Yang's expression has not changed much, as if he doesn't care at all. He originally wanted to make a good profit, but it is now impossible.
It's not that Yu Yang didn't care, but that Yu Yang had been observing the situation around him and didn't pay much attention to what he said. After two or three seconds after he finished speaking, Yu Yang realized that at this time, the little turkey was no longer observing Yu Yang.
Foreign expression.
"OK, two thousand dollars, give me the addresses of two people!" Yu Yang took the money directly. These two people were the targets he cared about more, and they were also the two people with the highest value.
The little turkey weighed the dollars in his hand and nodded. He took out an address from his pocket and threw it directly to Yu Yang: "You are very lucky to get the information you just got. You are the first to get the accurate information!"
After the little turkey finished speaking, he waved his hand and left the alley directly.
Yu Yang opened the note, took a look at it, put it away, and returned to the armored vehicle. Ryan looked at Yu Yang impatiently: "Yu, how are you? Is there any news about that damn Marcelo?"
"I just got it. This guy is in Xicheng District. The specific address is here. If any of you find it, we will go there now!"
"Give it to me!" Ryan took the address, then took out a map and began to study it carefully. This is a map for US military officers, and everyone has one copy.
It has to be said that the Americans had planned their attack on Iraq for a long time and made very sufficient preparations. The combat map is very detailed. Even a bathroom on the roadside will be marked. As long as you have the address, you can find it on the map.
"It's not very far from us. It will take about twenty minutes to get there. Let's rush there immediately!" After Ryan confirmed the location, he gave the map to the driver, and the vehicle quickly drove to the destination.
Okamoto, Sakata and Marcelo returned to their temporary place of residence. Marcelo looked behind him with some worry. Just now he discovered that there were at least ten people following him: "Okamoto, those people behind us
Do you want to deal with it now, I always feel something is not good!"
Okamoto Sakata smiled and sat back on his sofa with a vague smile on his lips: "Don't worry, these people are useful. I have a question to ask you. You pretended to have a stomachache and escaped from the military camp.
When you were there, did you kill the American soldier who took you to the doctor?"
After Marcelo heard this, he was stunned for a moment: "Kill the American soldier? Damn it, how is it possible? I'm not a fool. Why should I kill the American soldier? I just knocked him out. What happened? The American died.
Yes, how do you know?"
"You didn't kill that American?" After hearing Marcelo's words, Okamoto Sakata immediately stood up from the sofa: "Are you sure you didn't kill that American?"
"Of course not, I just knocked him unconscious, that's all. If I kill him, do you think I will be threatened by you with a gun? That damn American soldier has a whole set of equipment on him, and I don't even have any equipment."
If you dare to take it, you will run out secretly. If you had known I was carrying at least a pistol!"
"Then why are the Americans so aggressive in looking for us?" Okamoto Sakata thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out. He shook his head and sat down again.
At this time, a figure flashed outside the house. Okamoto Sakata made a silent gesture, pointed outside the house, then took out his pistol, threw the rifle to Marcelo, and slowly walked to the door.
After Marcelo saw it, he nodded, walked gently to the door, and then opened the door directly. Then Okamoto Sakata rushed out and pointed his gun directly at an Iraqi who was standing at the door and peeking his head.
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The Iraqis did not expect that the people in the room suddenly appeared. After seeing themselves being pointed at the gun, they immediately raised their hands out of habit: "No, don't shoot yet, I'm here to help you!"
Okamoto Sakata hooked his fingers: "Don't move yet, come over slowly!"
"Okay, don't get excited my friend. I'm just an intelligence agent. I saw you in the bar just now. I thought I could provide you with some help, so I followed you. I don't have any ill intentions towards you!
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While the Iraqi was talking, he walked forward slowly and slowly, keeping his hands raised to show that he did not have any ill intentions.
"Marcelo, search him!" Okamoto Sakata remained unmoved. Although the pistol had no bullets, the Iraqis on the opposite side didn't know that what happened just now was quite sudden. There was no time to get the weapon, so he could only
He took out the unloaded pistol he had on him and threatened him.
"Well, my friend, I only have a pistol and nothing else. I really don't mean any harm. I'm really just here to help you!" The Iraqi continued to speak without resistance.
Marcelo walked up to the Iraqi, took out the weapon hidden at his waist, and took a look: "Wow, Desert Eagle? What are you doing with this piece of trash? Hunting? This is not Africa and there are no hippos for you.
Fight!" As he said, he put away the weapon.
"Okay, can we talk now? My friend, I can really help you!" The Iraqi was a little nervous. He could already smell the smell of blood coming from the room.
"Help us? Okay, let's go into the room and have a chat!" After Okamoto Sakata finished speaking, he walked into the room. Marcelo pressed the Desert Eagle on the Iraqi's waist and pushed in forcefully.
in the room.
This chapter is for you. If you have big breasts, please talk to the helmsman first.
