"Food, yours. ”

That's worse English than some Oriental.

Terrorists with AK47s on their faces and veils on their chests placed a plate of cloudy soup and a piece of dark bread on the table in the room. Glancing mockingly, the white man crouched in the corner turned around and slammed the door shut.

Roberts moved faintly when he saw the man leave, and then quickly moved to the edge of the table, grabbing the bread that was as hard as a stone.

His curly blonde hair had shone a little oily, and his face had almost turned a weak sallow yellow, but his eyes were still clear. Even though there was a thick soup with unknown ingredients in front of him, and a bread in his hand that was almost nibble, he did not show the slightest expression of frustration.

He chewed very carefully, even though the contents in his hands were as hard to swallow as pig food.

But he also knows very well that only in this way can he maximize his energy intake and conserve his strength, so that he can seize the opportunity to escape when the time comes.

The expression on Roberts' face was relaxed, and he didn't show any fear or anything like fear even when the unlucky reporter who was squatting next to him yesterday screamed like a pig.

Don't even think about it, that person was definitely dragged to make a throat-slitting horror movie. After all, most ZFs will never compromise with terrorist organizations and pay ransom for hostages. Maybe he'll be able to see the hapless guy again on Facebook in two days, if he makes it back to the Internet alive in the video situation.

This is not the first time Roberts has faced such a dangerous situation, he was kidnapped by guerrillas in Kuwait and almost wiped his neck. Fortunately, Blackwater International did do something after taking the money, and cooperated with the U.S. Marine Corps to save him at the last moment.

Although he is a U.S. citizen and what he did in previous years was in the national interest, the FBI has been targeted by the FBI for smuggling crude oil from Iran in the last two years. Special agents are said to be gathering evidence in this regard, but apparently not nervous. It is very likely that this informant's sudden betrayal was the FBI's trick of killing people with a knife, so how could the US military send someone to save him?

Barton's bald man was very timid, and he was afraid that the FBI would knock him a few times casually, and the goods would join some witness protection program and sell his old friend very directly.

Roberts wasn't too angry about this, and he had seen a lot of betrayals. If he's planted here this time, then it's good luck for Bard's bald man, and if he makes it back to Los Angeles alive.

Roberts had a fierce smile on his face.

Of course, this is all nonsense now, after all, the probability of his survival is really slim now. Nick is a trustworthy man and a good fighter. But he's just one person, no matter how he says it, and it's still a little too impractical to deal with a group of heavily armed terrorists.

What's more, if it is a hostage rescue, it must be solved quickly.

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Roberts nibbled off the last bit of bread and lay back on the bed.

His instincts told him that this time he would be fine. His instincts saved his life more than once, so he trusted his instincts and didn't give up hope of survival

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After getting off the plane, Jiang Chen's feet stepped on the ground at Baghdad International Airport.

The religiously charged city is not exactly in dire straits, as portrayed in the news-simulcast, at least near the airport.

The scars left by the war on this exotic city have been repaired by time, as the foreign tourists who come and go at the airport seem to confirm this. Of course, he also knows that such prosperity has its limits.

IS already occupies half of northern Iraq, and even if the skies over Baghdad are still clear, it will not be long before the smoke of gunfire fills again.

Jiang Chen, who was wearing sunglasses, stood at the gate of the airport for a while, then took out his mobile phone and checked Google Maps, and quickly found the location where Nick agreed to meet him.

Just as he was about to stop a taxi, a car without a license plate stopped in front of him.

"Sir, do you need a taxi?"

It's actually Chinese, although it's not fluent.

"Indeed, do you know Chinese?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment and then opened the car door.

"Because I often find work near your oil wells, such as picking up PetroChina employees. After a long time, I learned Chinese. The young man smiled, bared a mouthful of white teeth, and then expertly started the car, "My name is Issa, how about you, sir?"

"Jiang Chen, go to this location on the map. Jiang Chen directly pointed out the location on the map on his mobile phone 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. I heard a lot of interesting things.

"Sir, if you are a tourist, I recommend several cities in the south to have a lot to do. Don't go north, the town of Hadisay has almost fallen, and it may not be long before Baghdad is not safe. ”

"Oh, I think you know a lot about it. How long have you been doing this?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"It's been almost six years, and after I was discharged from the army, I almost started working as a taxi and worked as a tour guide for a while. Issa said with a grin.

"You've been a soldier, and I don't think you're older than me. Jiang Chen asked with some confusion.

"I joined the army when I was 12 years old, and in your words it should be called the Iraq War. Issa shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "A farce that even the enemy can't see will soon be over." I just felt like I had been shot by Sa-Damm and rushed to the front to surrender. ”

Secretly talking about the young man's experience, he didn't go on the topic anymore.

The car quickly drove to the destination, and Jiang Chen also generously handed 10 dollars to him. Looking at the direction in which the car was leaving, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and began to look for Nick's trace.

"This way. At this moment, a foreigner drinking coffee under the shed on the side suddenly beckoned to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen sat directly opposite Nick. Before he could sit down, Nick hurriedly spoke.

"Are you alone?"

"That's right. Jiang Chen picked up the empty cup on the side and filled himself with a cup.

It's bitter and seems to be the more pure Turkish coffee.

Jiang Chen took a sip and put it down, but at this time he noticed the slightly disappointed expression on Nick's face.

"Oh, you seem disappointed?" Jiang Chen asked with an eyebrow.

"You should be very skilled, but it's hard to be just the two of us. Nick whispered.

"I'm not just good at it, you'll know when the time comes. Jiang Chen shrugged, "Where's your weapon?"

"In the car, do you need me to help you prepare a handful?" Nick asked when he saw Jiang Chen empty-handed.

"No, my weapons are ready. I'm sure you've got a clue about your boss, and we're going to get him out. Hehe, he still owes me a business that he didn't do. Jiang Chen smiled, and his tone was very relaxed, as if he didn't take those terrorists in his eyes at all.

Jiang Chen's performance of "underestimating the enemy" made Nick frown slightly, but there was no better way at the moment, and it would be dangerous to drag it out for another day.

As a soldier, his instincts told him that this man was not bad, but he was not sure what to do.

"Let's talk about the specifics in the car, Roberts is in a bad situation. If you read the news yesterday, you will find that IS has executed an American journalist, and if the ransom is not paid by tomorrow, IS may tear up the ticket. Nick lit a cigarette, then handed one to Jiang Chen, and led Jiang Chen to his car.

"Can't your boss afford to pay that ransom?" Jiang Chen put the cigarette to his mouth and took out the lighter to light it.

"IS is asking for it from the U.S. government. Nick said lightly.

The meaning is self-evident.

The car started, and Nick took the wheel and drove out of town. Along the way, they passed through two checkpoints of the security forces, but they were also symbolic checks, and after finding that there were no bombs, they were released. The rifle that Nick was hiding under the seat cushion also passed through security both times.

On the way, Nick explained to Jiang Chen what kind of tricky trouble they encountered this time.

About five days ago, Roberts came to Iraq at the invitation of his old friend Patton. A $20 million arms order was bought by a Kurdish armed officer who was fighting IS on the front lines. Placing orders with American middlemen and then getting additional arms supplies was already a common practice in the desert. Roberts felt that something was wrong, but he didn't suspect it too much.

After all, this is a $20 million list, and he can make more than a million dollars from it as soon as he changes hands.

Barton, this old guy is so interesting!

Yes, that's interesting

The arms finally managed to get to the front line of the battle between the government army and IS, but they did not expect to be waiting for a group of extremists chanting "Anla-Huba Aka".

Nick was able to fight, and with an M27, he killed at least 9 of the most fearless bandits, but it didn't work.

In order to intercept this batch of munitions, IS, which has obtained "secret information", sent at least one infantry company to combat force, and it is also equipped with vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, RPGs and other firepower. beat him to the ground in minutes, and he almost confessed there.

The arms fell into the hands of IS, and Roberts was taken prisoner. Nick fought his way through the fight and finally managed to escape to safety.

Of course, that didn't mean he was leaving his boss behind, Roberts saved his life. It's just that he knows that only by escaping first can he rescue the boss.

He had been wandering around the town of Hadithee, and he had a hunch that IS had not taken Roberts to the rear. Sure enough, the next day he suddenly received a strange phone call. The person on the phone claimed to have picked up a $10 bill that said, "Call this number, tell him where you found the bill, and you'll be paid $100." Nick's first thought it might be a trap, but that was his only clue. After meeting the Arab man, Nick pays him $100 and follows him to the area where the bill was picked up.

Luckily, it's not a trap. Roberts was an old fox, with a ten-dollar bill hidden in the sole of his shoe, and he believed that the first U.S. Secretary of the Treasury would bring him fortune. At the same time, it can also save his life at a critical moment.

Apparently, "Hamilton" saved his life.

"Why don't you contact the embassy, aren't your American GIs experts in saving hostages?" Jiang Chen said with a relaxed smile.

"It was the FBI who did it, and those idiots couldn't find evidence, so they simply wanted to get rid of Roberts. Nick was holding a cigarette, and at this time he was already wearing sunglasses, and Jiang Chen couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"Oh? I thought Roberts represented the interests of your government. Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes on the side of Iraq, yes on the side of Ukraine, but not on the Iranian side. Nick summed up the problem very simply, turning the wheel and driving off the road.

It can be seen that Roberts trusts his bodyguard very much, and even told him these inconvenient things.

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen seemed to remember Roberts telling him before that he had done oil smuggling. must have exposed some kind of horse's feet and was targeted by the FBI.

"Aren't you taking the highway anymore?"

"There is a checkpoint set up by IS in front of us, and we can't get through. And, it's almost there. Roberts calmly drove the car into the alley and turned off the engine.

Jiang Chen pushed the car door and got out of the car, then looked around. It seemed to be a slum, and occasionally a child or two peeked out of the window to look curiously at the two foreigners. Soon, however, a large hand would reach out and pull the active children back, and then close the window tightly.

"It seems that these civilians are quite sensitive to war. Jiang Chen said with a smile and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"They are experiencing war from the moment they open their eyes. Nick pulled a duffel bag from under the saddle and slung it over his shoulder. When he saw Jiang Chen's calm and relaxed look, he frowned, "Is it okay for you to do this?"

"No problem, trust me. Jiang Chen sighed.

"In Iraq, there is no use for Chinese kung fu. ”

"Could it be that in the eyes of you foreigners, we Chinese can do kung fu?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Do you really have to show your hand?

Jiang Chen's right hand reached behind his back and activated the storage space, which looked like it was just a shake in Nick's eyes, and a pistol appeared in Jiang Chen's hand.

Nick was secretly frightened, even he, a veteran, didn't notice where Jiang Chen had hidden this gun.

Moreover, he was not at all impressed by how he looked at this gun.

"What is this gun?"

"Type 11 tactical pistol, customized, don't care. Jiang Chen put the pistol in his purse, and then shrugged his shoulders.

After seeing this scene, Nick nodded and didn't say anything more about his abilities.

In this way, Jiang Chen followed Nick and walked towards the building where Roberts was imprisoned.

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