I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 45: A trip to Iraq
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"Food, yours."
It's English that is more lame than some Oriental.
The terrorist-AK47 with a veil on his chest with a veil on his face placed a cloudy plate of soup and a piece of black bread on the table in the room. With a mocking glance at the white man who was crouching in the corner, he turned and shut the door fiercely.
After seeing the man leave with Yu Guang, Roberts moved slightly, and then moved quickly to the edge of the table, grabbing the stone-like bread.
His golden curly hair has become slightly oily, and his face has almost turned into a weak waxy yellow, but his eyes are still very clear. Even though it was a thick soup with no known ingredients in front of him, and he was holding a bread that was almost gnawing in his hand, he did not show the slightest expression of frustration.
He chews very finely, even if the things in his hands are as swallowing food.
But he is also very clear that only in this way can he maximize energy intake and save energy, so that when the time comes, he can seize the opportunity to escape.
The expression on Roberts's face was very relaxed. Even if the horrible horror came from the unlucky reporter who was squatting next to him yesterday, he did not show any emotions like fear.
You do n’t have to think about it. The man was definitely dragged down to make a throat-cut horror movie. After all, most ZFs will never compromise with terrorist organizations and pay ransoms for hostages. Maybe two days later, he will see the unlucky guy on Facebook again, in the video situation ... if he can go back to the Internet alive.
This is not the first time Roberts has faced such a dangerous situation. In Kuwait, he had been kidnapped by guerrillas and almost wiped his neck. Fortunately, after taking the money, Blackwater International did indeed do something, and cooperated with the US Marine Corps to rescue him on the occasion of a great deal.
But now this is a little bit overhanging. Although he is a US citizen, what he did in previous years is also in the national interest, but the smuggling of crude oil from Iran in the past two years has been caught by the FBI. Special agents are said to be collecting evidence in this regard, but apparently there is no tension. It is very likely that the sudden betrayal of the informer this time is the ghost trick of the FBI borrowing a knife. How could the US military send someone to rescue him?
Barton ’s bald man was very timid. I was afraid that the FBI would just hit him a few times, and then the goods had been added to a witness protection plan, and he sold his old friend directly.
Roberts is not too angry about this. He has seen a lot of betrayal. If he was planted here this time, it would be bad luck for Bard's bald man, if he came back to Los Angeles alive ... hum.
There was a fierce smile on Roberts' face.
Of course, now that these are arrogant talks, after all, the probability of his survival is a bit slim. Although Nick is trustworthy, he is also a good fighter. But no matter how he said it, he was just one person, trying to deal with a group of heavily armed terrorists-the elements were still too unrealistic.
Besides the rescue of the hostages, you have to be quick and quick.
Shaking his head mockingly, Roberts gnawed away the last bit of bread and lay back on the bed.
His instincts tell him that this time he will be fine. His instincts saved his life more than once, so he believed his instincts and did not give up hope of survival ...
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Getting off the plane, Jiang Chen's foot stepped on the ground of Baghdad International Airport.
This religious city is not completely in the water as depicted in the news-webcast, at least near the airport.
The scars left by the war in this exotic city have gradually been repaired by time, and foreign tourists coming and going from the airport seem to confirm this. Of course, he also knows that such prosperity has its limitations.
IS has occupied half of the mountains and rivers in northern Iraq. Even though the sky above Baghdad is still clear, I am afraid that it will be filled with the color of smoke in a short time.
Jiang Chen, wearing sunglasses, stood at the airport gate for a while, then took out his phone and queried Google Maps, and quickly found where Nick had agreed to meet him.
When preparing to stop a taxi, an unlicensed car stopped in front of him.
"Sir, do you need a taxi service?"
Is it actually Chinese? Although not smooth.
"Are you sure you can speak Chinese?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door.
"Because I often find jobs near your oil wells, such as picking up and picking up employees of PetroChina. After a long time, I learned Chinese." The young man smiled, showing white teeth, and then skillfully started The car, "My name is Isa, how about you sir?"
"Jiang Chen, go to this location on the map." Jiang Chen directly pointed the location on the phone map to Isa.
"Okay."
Looking at the changing street scenes on both sides, Jiang Chen chatted casually with the taxi driver who seemed to be about his age. Heard a lot of interesting things.
"Sir, if you are here for travel, I recommend that several cities in the south have some fun. Do n’t go north, the town of Hadisai has almost fallen into it, and maybe it wo n’t take long for Baghdad It's safe. "
"Oh? It seems that you know a lot about this. How long have you been in this business?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.
"It's almost 6 years. After I retired, I almost started to take a taxi. I also worked as a tour guide for a while." Isa said with a grin.
"You have been a soldier? I don't think you are older than me." Jiang Chen asked with some doubt.
"I was enlisted in the army when I was 12 years old. In your words, it should be called the Iraq War." Isa shrugged indifferently. "A farce that even the enemy can't see is over quickly. . I just felt like I was shot by Sa-Damm, and then rushed to the front to surrender. "
Don't secretly talk about this teenager's experience, but he didn't go on with this topic.
The car quickly drove to its destination, and Jiang Chen generously handed over 10 dollars to his hand. Looking at the direction of the car's departure, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and began to look for Nick.
"This way." At this moment, a foreigner drinking coffee under a shed suddenly beckoned to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen sat directly opposite Nick. Before he could sit still, Nick spoke in a hurry.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes." Jiang Chen picked up the empty glass on the side and filled himself with a glass.
It's bitter. It seems to be the more pure Turkish coffee.
Jiang Chen took a sip and put it down, but noticed the slightly disappointed expression on Nick's face.
"Oh? You seem disappointed?" Jiang Chen asked with raised eyebrows.
"Your skill should be very strong, but it's difficult for only two of us." Nick whispered.
“I ’m not just good at being strong, you will know by then.” Jiang Chen shrugged, “What about your weapon?”
"Do you need me to help you in the car?" Nick asked Jiang Chenkong to start, so he asked.
"No, my weapon and I'm ready. I believe you already have clues about your boss. Let's go and rescue him. Ha ha, he still owes me a deal." Jiang Chenxiao Smiling, the tone is very relaxed, as if to not take those horror-elements at all.
Jiang Chen's "light enemy" performance made Nick frown slightly, but there is no better way right now, and it is dangerous to drag on for another day.
As a soldier, his instinct tells him that his skill is not bad, but he is not sure about it.
"Let ’s talk about it in the car. Roberts ’s situation is not good. If you read the news yesterday, you will find that IS has executed an American reporter. If you still do n’t get the ransom before tomorrow, , IS might tear the ticket. "Nick lit a cigarette, and handed it to Jiang Chen, and led Jiang Chen to his car.
"Can your boss not pay that ransom?" Jiang Chen drew Yan on his mouth and took out the lighter to ignite it.
"IS is asking the US government." Nick said lightly.
The meaning is self-evident.
The car started. Nick steered the steering wheel and drove in the direction outside the city. A total of two security forces checkpoints were passed along the way, but they were also symbolically checked, and they were released after they found no bombs. The rifle hidden by Nick under the cushion also passed the security check twice.
On the way, Nick explained to Jiang Chen what kind of trouble they encountered this time.
About five days ago, Roberts came to Iraq at the invitation of his old friend Button. An arms order worth US $ 20 million was purchased by an armed Kurdish officer fighting IS at the front. It is already common practice in this desert to place orders with American intermediaries and then obtain additional arms supplies. Although Roberts felt something was wrong, he was not too skeptical.
After all, this is a list of 20 million US dollars, he can earn more than 1 million US dollars from his hand.
The old guy Barton is so interesting!
Yes, it ’s so interesting ...
The general fire finally got the front line between the government army and the IS, but I did not expect that a group of extremist forces shouting "Anla-Hubaaka" was waiting.
Nick can indeed fight, killing at least 9 daring gangsters with a M27, but this is of no use.
In order to intercept this batch of arms, the IS who obtained the "secret intelligence" sent at least one infantry company combat power, and was also equipped with onboard heavy machine guns, RPG and other firepower. In a few minutes, he beat him with a gray face and almost confessed there.
The arms fell on IS, and Roberts was captured. Nick desperately killed a **** road and finally escaped to a safe area.
Of course, this does not mean that he will leave the boss, Roberts saved his life. He only knew that he could only rescue his boss if he fled first.
He has been wandering in the town of Hadisay. He has a hunch that IS has not taken Roberts behind. Sure enough, the next day he suddenly received a strange call. The phone claimed to have picked up a ten-dollar bill, which read "Call this phone and tell him where the bill was picked, and you will get a $ 100 payment." Nick first responded that this might be a trap, but this is his only clue. After meeting the Arab man, Nick paid him $ 100 and then followed him to the area where he picked up the banknotes.
Fortunately, this is not a trap. Roberts deserves to be an old fox. His sole has been hiding a ten-dollar bill. He believes that the first US Treasury Secretary will bring him wealth. At the same time, he can save his life at a critical moment.
Obviously, "Hamilton" saved his life.
"Why don't you contact the embassy, aren't your American soldiers the masters who saved the hostages?" Jiang Chen smiled easily.
"It was originally a ghost of the FBI, and the fools couldn't find evidence, so they simply wanted to get rid of Roberts' trouble." Nick was holding a cigarette, and he was already wearing sunglasses, Jiang Chen looked Unclear expression on his face.
"Oh? I thought Roberts represented the interests of your government." Jiang Chen shrugged.
"On the Iraqi side, it is also on Ukraine, but not on the Iranian issue." Nick briefly summarized the issue, turning the steering wheel and driving the car off the road.
It can be seen that Roberts trusted his bodyguard very much, and even told him these inconvenient things.
Speaking of it, Jiang Chen seems to remember that Roberts told him before that he had done smuggling oil. It must have been exposed by the FBI.
"Do n’t you take the road?"
"There is a checkpoint set up by IS in front of us. We can't get through. And, it's almost time." Roberts drove the car into the alley calmly, then turned off the engine.
Jiang Chen pushed the car door and got out of the car, and then looked around. This seems to be a slum, and occasionally one or two children poke their skinny faces out of the window to look at the two foreigners curiously. But soon a big hand will reach out, pulling those active children back, and then closing the window tightly.
"It seems that these civilians are quite sensitive to war." Jiang Chen said with a smile, throwing away his cigarette butts.
"They experienced war from the moment they opened their eyes." Nick took a travel bag from under the seat of the car and carried it on his shoulders. He frowned when he saw Jiang Chen's calm look, "Are you okay?"
"No problem, believe me." Jiang Chen sighed.
"In Iraq, Chinese Kung Fu has no use."
"Don't you Chinese, in the eyes of your foreigners, work hard?" Jiang Chen laughed.
Surely I still have to show it?
Jiang Chen's right hand reached behind, and the storage space was activated. In Nick's eyes, it only seemed to shake, and a pistol appeared in Jiangchen's hand.
Nick secretly panicked. Even his veteran didn't realize where Jiang Chen hid the gun.
Moreover, he doesn't have any impression of how this gun looks.
"What is this gun?"
"11-style tactical pistol, personalized, no need to care." Jiang Chen inserted the pistol in the purse and shrugged.
After seeing this scene, Nick nodded and said nothing more about his ability.
Just like this, Jiang Chen followed Nick and walked to the building where Roberts was held.