Obviously, Horn felt that he didn’t need to get involved in this muddy water. Monty’s hand-hired corps was taken over from Horn, or it was Horn who helped him form a certain degree. Horn was Monty’s gold master. Of course, the personal relationship between them was also very good
"I can tell you that I may be very powerful in your mind, but I’m actually a small role," Horn said softly. "Those bosses only need to talk, and several people are willing to take my head to give them credit."
Looking at Montihorn, I sincerely said, "My personal advice to you is to find the jackal yourself, which is better than if they find you. Of course, if you get their blood, you will have to pay the price, but at least others will be fine."
Monty remained calm and silent for a long time before he got up and whispered to Horn, "Well, old friend, thank you for suggesting goodbye or farewell."
"Goodbye or farewell" Horn sighed slightly and watched Monty get up and leave the cafe. This time, it may be a farewell. Monty can’t appear again. Maybe he will become a famous corpse somewhere and then be cremated or abandoned in the wild mountains and just rot.
This is his fate, and it is also the fate of most mercenaries. I don’t know when I got into trouble, took some damn things, and then buried myself. Maybe I will be lucky for several years, but good luck will not always visit you.
It takes a bad luck, a little mistake or misjudgment, which is enough to ruin a person or even the entire mercenary regiment.
As a matter of principle, we will never disclose the information to customers, said the governor of Baghdad with a slight bow in front of Hou Dasheng. We will handle the matters entrusted to us by customers, but not everything will be handed over to the headquarters for the record.
The director is still so polite to Hou Dasheng. "Just like your information, we won’t give it to anyone. The guest information has a deadline. We will put it on record and hand it over to the headquarters after the incident, but we won’t disclose the guest situation and information in this matter."
"I don’t care about these. I need to know which mercenary group attacked us in Baghdad during this period.
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"Hou Dacheng looked at the long sink." And who is the employer? This is my heart. Someone needs to pay for it when I die. "
Or the business situation is very special. They were originally formed because of the convenient transportation of property, or letters gradually became a place for selling stolen goods, and then information and asylum requests poured in and gradually improved, finally forming the current pattern.
Businessmen are not without crisis. In fact, they have been faced with crazy encirclement and suppression several times, but fortunately they have their own way of life, and they have survived and adhered to the principle of absolute confidentiality, which is one of the reasons why they are still here.
Hou Dasheng has seen those sealed in the business headquarters, and directors can read the files and record a lot of unknown facts, but who the fuck and who handled these things have no idea at all. At best, Hou Dasheng guesses who is involved in this matter through things.
However, speculation is only speculation that many real handlers are dead, and Hou Dasheng’s own personal experience of the strongman’s whole process of seclusion has also been recorded in the file, but as in other cases, many details will be vague
"Sir, we are already handling your matter urgently. To be honest, the price of 500,000 euros can really make many people feel excited, but it is not enough." The long-term manager looked at Hou Dasheng and said lightly, "We have received some news."
Then he took out a file bag and put it in front of Hou Dasheng. "The three gunmen are currently in the top ten, and the number of small mercenaries is 30. According to the news, they have recently appeared in Iraq, but they have come and gone in a hurry. No one knows what they have done."
"This team has the ability to completely annihilate the Bobcats team in the ambush circle." The long continued after a pause. "It was also found that the attack guerrillas were led by Utbach tribesmen and Hamad Raf."
Hou Dasheng nodded his head to indicate that the situation here is very special. 34 people in the whole country belong to different tribes. There are more than 15 different large tribes in the whole country, and these large tribes have more than 2 branch tribes. These tribal leaders have high prestige and power in their own tribes.
Many times, the US military has to make some compromises with them. Otherwise, welcoming the US military will stop harassing guerrilla warfare. Of course, even if some compromises are made, the harassment guerrilla warfare has not stopped, but it has weakened a lot.
In fact, tribal workers were the main body before the war, and naturally it was the intelligence department. They wandered around the major tribes, sprinkling money and promising all kinds of benefits. It was best to be at the worst on the US side and hoped that they would remain neutral.
Their work was fruitful. After the US military entered, many big tribes remained silent. On the one hand, they really benefited, on the other hand, they were shocked by the strength of the US military. Of course, this did not prevent them from secretly supporting some people who made trouble for the US military.
There won’t be too much support, but there won’t be too little money. There will be some nice words, two voices and some support from weapons, but they will definitely not allow their own people to participate in it. Rafe, that’s what happens to them. These people are dissatisfied with the choice of the US military as a guerrilla in Iraq
However, their tribe is naturally more vocal than supportive, and they want to be a little younger. The tribe that participates in it is not opposed, but the tribe as a whole will never participate in this matter. Of course, some assistance has been given and some guns have been given.
"Is there any more specific situation?" Hou Dacheng looked at the long sink and asked the long smile. "How do you say this kind of information is still very easy to collect here? After all, they don’t pay much attention to confidentiality."
Hou Dacheng’s face smiled when he heard the news. This long-term reporter is telling the truth. People here have a really bad sense of confidentiality. It just makes you feel that you have met an idiot. They will show off if you don’t have to talk about it yourself.
I’m afraid that others don’t know what he’s done. This habit brings a lot of things, so I don’t have to spend too much time to receive news. Those who go inside to talk about buying and selling boast a lot of things to the bartender.
For example, how many people did they kill when they were IEDs? Who was the sniper who always attacked the US military? After three or two hours, they could completely sell their own people. Business here is very good.
They don’t know the value of this information, but they know very well that the information they have revealed by accident will be collected and packaged and sold, and the US military and ia will be very interested in this information.
"Give me the information about the three gunmen first and then collect the information about them." Hou Dasheng looked at the long sink with awe. "I hope this matter can be solved as soon as possible. The price is as high as 1.5 million euros. If it is confirmed that it is the three gunmen, then the head of the poisonous snake is worth three million, and the whole three gunmen is five million."
Hou Dacheng looked at the long road coldly. "Since we want to brighten our muscles, we should brighten our muscles once and for all. Besides, it’s impossible for three gunmen to do it. Whoever hired this thing also needs to dig deep into the knife. If the knife holder is to be broken, I will cut it off."
It was at this time that Horn sighed slightly in the car on the outskirts of Rome. His bodyguard was dead, and his neck was strangled by a tightrope, so his bodyguard’s eyes were wide open and his whole face turned red, and now he became a little purple because of blood stasis.
"Are we going to this point, Monty? I’ve always been our old friends." In the night, more than ten Han people slowly surrounded Horn’s car driver, who had already been hit by a hammer and couldn’t die again.
Monty came out slowly in the shadow of the night. "But I also thought we were old friends. I didn’t know until you turned me down in the cafe that I was actually thinking too much. Maybe we were just limited to this, not old friends."
"Monty, you don’t want to think about what you’re doing. If it’s something else, can I not help you? But you’re provoking those mad dogs, not one, but a group. They’re all crazy. There’s no one who isn’t." Horn growled in that angry tone. "Why don’t you have to drag me down if you die yourself?"
Chapter three hundred and thirteen Unknown story
"I gave you a chance, I gave you a chance," Monty muttered as if explaining and comforting himself. "You said you wouldn’t trade us for a reward, but who knows? Those mad dogs are hunting us all over the world, and not many people know us well. You are one of them."
Horn was livid and looked at Monty coldly. "If I wanted to betray you, I would have done it early in the morning and I wouldn’t have come to see you, but I didn’t expect you to admit that I had to die and that I would be able to end everything if I died."
"I don’t think so, but your life is a great threat to us. I need my brothers to be responsible." Monty bowed his head and said softly, "I’m sorry, old friend, this is the last thing I want to choose. You will help me once."
"How can I help you with my life? Damn it, you bastards are provoking those mad dogs." Horn took a deep breath and seemed to make up his mind. "Don’t want those mad dogs to be simple mercenaries. If they were ordinary mercenaries, they would have been scattered a hundred years ago. There would be no such thing as today. I don’t know what they are in conflict with, but I know very well that they are definitely on their side."
After a pause, Horn looked at Monty piteously. "You are enemies everywhere now. I didn’t betray you at all. It is necessary because someone will package your news and sell it to them as a guarantee. You know what that means."
Monty’s eyes danced for a long silence before he looked up. "Horn told me what you know. I hope to save us. You know I don’t want to kill you, but I have to prove to my brothers that you are harmful."
At this time, several figures have slowly gathered around Horn and looked at Monty with a frown for a long time. Then he said, "I don’t know how you received this order, and I don’t want to know, but bobcats are a jackal peripheral force. In recent years, jackals have been trying to transform."
"They have established formal companies in many countries and regions. You know they have deep roots. Although those companies are full of names, we can still explore some situations." Horn hesitated before continuing. "I can’t say more about the specific situation."
Monty lowered his head again, and Horn looked at him seriously and said, "Even if you kill me, I can’t talk about it. It’s against the rules for me to tell you this now. If I talk about what happens next, it won’t be just me but my family."
"You all heard it, so what do you think?" Monty held down the earphone and seemed to ask something. Obviously, he was in contact with his hands outside for a long time. Monty looked up at Horn. "I’m sorry, my old friend. I don’t want to be like this. Fortunately, my brothers all think that you have done enough to make us believe that this matter is over. We hope that you will not betray us, which is good for us all."
After that, Monty nodded at Horn, then got up and "snapped" a dozen doors, and then disappeared into the night with several figures outside the car. Horn looked at the car silently and two bodies silently touched out his words. "It’s me. I need some bodies at the high-speed entrance near the airport to deal with gunshot wounds and sort out the surrounding traces. My guest password is sien11295321."
"Good sir, our staff will arrive in your area soon. Please wait a moment." A female voice came from the other end. "Is there anything else you need, sir?"
"No thanks." Then Horn hung up and waited in the car for the other person to light a cigarette. Horn sighed in his heart, and Monty and others were already dead.
What is there to care about the dead? Their bodyguards and drivers have been with them for many years, and they need to give some explanations to their families, and then they need credible people to take over their affairs. Horn’s work has made him see too many deaths over the years.
Up to now, almost no one has died except his family, which can cause a stir in his heart. He is not surprised that he may be killed. Today, Monty didn’t kill him. Maybe someone will break his head with a gun one day. Although he is a little nostalgic and reluctant, Horn knows that this can happen at any time.
"Viper just appeared in Rome with him and six members of their corps." Hou Dasheng held hands and nodded a little on the desktop. "According to the current intelligence, the Bobcats are the most likely to start their work."
Said Hou Dacheng spread out an envelope and poured out a piece of information from the inside. One was wrapped in a headscarf and had a rough face. About forty men fell into Hou Dacheng’s sight. In front of Hou Dacheng, they were fat dogs and forks.
The fork is the head of the black team in Baghdad, and the fat dog is the head who led the team to investigate in advance. Obviously, the fat dog didn’t gain much. The only thing that can be known is that the Bobcats guerrillas attacked was Mrs. La, but which mercenary group and Raf joined forces but they couldn’t find out.
"Hamad Raf, a 46-year-old man, is a guerrilla leader. After attacking the bobcats, they hid for a while and now they are stationed in this oasis." Hou Dasheng spread a map and clicked on an oasis. "They are going to die."
Fat dog nodded. "I’ll do it tonight."
"This matter involves you going to Italy." Hou Dasheng shook his head. "Now the latest information shows that the poisonous snake has not left Italy. This is his temporary residence."
Hou Dasheng said and threw out a hotel business card. "Find him and kill him. Team B will be at your disposal and will help you clean up everything. I hope it’s heaven to see the news that these bastards are dead."
After taking the business card, the fat dog nodded without saying anything, then turned and left the office. Hou Dasheng said to the fork, "Rafe must die and make some noise. Of course, I need to know something before he dies. You can do this."
Then Hou Dasheng threw out a questionnaire fork, picked it up and looked at it for a few times, then put it in the file bag. "I know how to do it."