After a moment's hesitation, Kutpov finally did not make a move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Carmen is the number one target for the ghost agents, but not for the Russian Security Service.

His mission was to place beacons to direct air strikes, not to assassinate Freemasons. Compared to Freemasonry, the arrow company that sends mercenaries to Ukraine is more of a headache for them.

At a distance of less than 500 meters, he was 100% sure that he would be able to kill him with a sniper rifle from behind, but if he did, the mission would fail, and the entire Alpha team would have to be put in.

He could only watch as Carmen got on the Humvee and headed for the depths of the base.

Two minutes later, he was glad about his decision.

Not far away, the roar of the engine was heard, shaking down a few wisps of snow from the treetops.

A Russian soldier behind Kutepov pressed his face to the ground, listened quietly for half a minute, and whispered.

"At a distance of one kilometer, the size of the fleet is between thirty and fifty vehicles. ”

"At least one brigade, maybe two, damn it...... The information is wrong. ”

With a telescope in his hand, Kutpov observed the situation in the camp.

When Carmen arrives at the military base near Lake Inari, the Arrowhead Company suddenly sends two more brigades there, all of which exceeds intelligence expectations. At this time, it is obviously not a wise choice to sneak in, it is better to withdraw first, find a commanding height nearby and observe the situation in the base before making a plan.

What's more, there is still a lot of valuable information that needs to be reported.

Thinking of this, he made a decisive decision and made a retreat gesture behind him.

"Operation cancelled, retreat to observation point B......"

The group retreated silently, as they had come, without causing a single movement.

……

The Paltak refugee camp, as its name suggests, is located on permafrost next to the small town of Partak in northern Finland.

The camp is owned by the Frankfurt Humanist Foundation, and the actual manager is the Arrowhead Company, which has taken in nearly 400,000 refugees in the past two years, and until a month it was growing at a rate of 10,000 per month. Not only Christians from the Middle East, but also many illegal immigrants who refused to be repatriated for reasons other than the war were sent here.

The camp is semi-enclosed and aims to provide refugees with a "new world" to guide them to self-sufficiency through work.

In addition to distributing a small amount of daily necessities, many lucky people with skills can also be honored to work in factories and farms invested by the foundation to produce bullets or potatoes. They are called lucky because it is a blessing to have a job here, which means that the family does not have to tighten their belts to get by.

Although the salary is meager, there is still a good one.

In addition to working in the factory, another good place to go is to take the initiative to sign up as a mercenary. If they can persevere in a month of hell training, they will be able to become the most humble of the Arrowhead mercenaries, and not only will they be able to escape their refugee status, but their families will also hopefully leave the camp.

Of course, joining the mercenaries as refugees, after completing their training, they are often sent to the most dangerous battlefields and perform the missions with the highest mortality rate, but at least they have a hope of returning to civilized society as normal people.

However, job opportunities are limited, and only a small number of people go to war, and most of them are living on handouts.

Unemployment and poverty have been breeding grounds for crime since ancient times, and fights, robberies, and thefts have occurred here, and the Arrow Company clearly has no intention of establishing any order, and they only give out the poor bread and mineral water by number, and they don't bother to care whether these supplies will be robbed or not, as long as it does not happen in front of them.

Quite a few people will miss their life in Europe a few years ago. Sleeping in a warm and comfortable welfare home, living a life of clothes to reach out for food and open your mouth, and occasionally strong x wheel x beautiful pagans...... If you think about it, those days were like "paradise".

The entrance to the camp is free of walls and checkpoints, and anyone can enter and exit freely.

Refugees who live here occasionally move to nearby towns to buy groceries with their wages in exchange for their jobs. The people at Arrowhead didn't worry about the refugees escaping at all, they had neither passports nor visas, and only two people who ran out of here ended up either freezing to death on the way south or being caught and sent back by the police.

After parking the off-road vehicle on the tundra outside the refugee camp and convincing Aisha to wait for him here, Jiang Chen got out of the car and walked in the direction of the refugee camp.

As soon as he entered the refugee camp, Jiang Chen immediately noticed that at least ten eyes fell on him. While he couldn't be sure what the lines of sight meant, he was sure of one thing, and that was that they were definitely not friendly.

As for whether he would be recognized, Jiang Chen was not worried at all. The buttons worn on his neckline have been "covered" with a Central Asian face by holographic imaging technology. Except that the expression is too paralyzed, it is almost the same as the real one.

This button-sized electronic device is Yao Yao's DIY gadget. Although the little girl's hardware skills are not as strong as those in the software field, they are not without the slightest ambiguity. The first reconnaissance drone used by Jiang Chen was from her.

Lowering the brim of the cap on his head, Jiang Chen brought a smile to his perfect disguise and stepped into the refugee camp.

Judging by the images sent back by satellite, his current location is very close to the military base of the Arrow Company. But it would be too nc to rush in with such a swagger, and even a Gundam wouldn't be able to withstand the RPG's fire. Before he could go in, he had to at least get some useful information.

For example, how many people are in it, how many tanks are there, have there been any big names recently, etc......

Ignoring the malicious gazes, before those refugees put the "unfriendly" into action, Jiang Chen turned straight to the side alley, released a drone to scan the nearby map, and walked quickly into a private house.

He caught a glimpse of the moment he accelerated, and several strong men in down jackets immediately ran towards him.

"#*!" The man in the red turban ran to the entrance of the alley first, looked at the empty alley and cursed, "Let him run!"

"What should I do, do you want to report it to them?" asked the strong man behind the man.

"Are you a pig!" he slapped the thing on the head with hatred, and Harrig said angrily, "What did the boss tell us......? If you can't find it, it's like it didn't happen!

"Yes. The few people who gathered around nodded and hurriedly chased after them into the alley.

Looking at the brothers chasing into the alley, Harrig hesitated, gritted his teeth, and chased after him.

However, when they chased into the alley, Jiang Chen didn't know how many turns he had turned.

After easily leaving those people behind and confirming that they couldn't keep up with them through the drone, Jiang Chen leisurely walked around an alley.

Just as he was about to click on the holographic screen to confirm the map, a slightly jerky English sounded from the corner.

"You're a journalist. ”

Jiang Chen was stunned and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a slightly dark-skinned boy squatting by the ditch washing clothes, his dark eyes looking this way.

As if hearing something very interesting, Jiang Chen looked at the boy, pointed to his face, and asked with a smile, "Did I look at the reporter?"

The little boy shrugged.

"I don't know, but if you're a journalist, I advise you to be careful of people in gray down jackets. They're Arrowhead employees, and if you let them know that the camp is staffed by journalists, your best bet is that your phone will be confiscated, beaten up and dumped in the nearest town. ”

"There are a lot of people in gray down jackets, how can I tell them?"

"If you look at it, they will have an arrow-shaped sign on their arm. Also, you have to be careful of the Sami guys. ”

"Sami Gang?" Jiang Chen frowned.

The boy didn't speak, just blinked.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, then smiled, put his hand into his arms, and took out two "Franklin" sheets from the storage space through the cover of his clothes, and stuffed them into the boy's hand.

"Your tip. ”

The boy's eyes almost bulged out at the sight of the two hundred-dollar bills, but soon he accepted the huge sum of money with his immature acting skills, pretending to take it for granted, and stuffed the bills into his shoes and hid them.

"They are gangs in the camps, and because Sami is the head of the bullies, they call themselves the Sami gang. It is said that they ganged up when they were in Syria and were arrested in Germany and sent here. According to rumors, they had a good relationship with the Arrowheads, so several of Sammy's right-hand men managed to avoid military service. Anyway, they're the toughest people here, and if you don't want to get miserable, you'd better stay away from them. ”

"I thought your boss was from Arrowhead. Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"The people at Arrow don't care about us, we're just bugs to them. "This camp is like a prison, the Arrowheads are the guards, we are the prisoners, and the Sami Gang are the tyrants here." As long as too many people don't die at once, it doesn't affect the production of the factory...... If you have a camera on you, can you code me? If my face appears on a story—"

"Don't worry, I'm not a journalist. Jiang Chen waved his hand, smiling and preparing to leave, "Thank you for your information, if someone asks you if you have seen ...... in a while"

Speaking of this, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped.

Just now, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

It is not necessary to parachute a brigade into Finland, nor does it need to make too shocking movements to remove the "turtle shell" on Carmen's body.

Looking at the boy, Jiang Chen turned to ask, "Do you know where to find that Sammy?" )