Chapter 155 seems to be ...... Attack by the way

Most doctors rarely go out of the green zone, even when they go out for leisure after work. Because the whole "green zone" is a completely self-sufficient small society with everything in it. You can find completely American-style nightclubs, topless bars, and even dancers and barmaids from the United States......

It's a pity that these entertainment are not attractive to An Feng, he changed into a local Iraqi costume - ahem, this year, the so-called "Iraqi local clothing" is actually no different from what the domestic people wear, all of them are carried to Baghdad by Yiwu small businessmen in small bags, resold from the domestic wholesale market, counterfeit Adidas and Nike, as well as fake crocodiles, fake Pierre Cardin and the like. Being able to have Giordano is already considered a noble and successful person, and most people dress like domestic migrant workers.

An Feng put on a ... Giordano wore casual clothes, a medium-sized Colt pistol under his arm, and two magazines, leading Argyle out of the "Green Zone".

Taking Argyle into the streets of Iraq is actually an unwise move. Once this big African-American man appears on the streets of Baghdad, he is a "hate-attractor", and anyone who walks with him can get a bunch of white eyes. Even if An Feng is now dressed like an Iraqi, he will inevitably lie down and be shot. People didn't dare to expose their hatred to Argyle, so they turned their disdainful eyes on An Feng, who was accompanying them.

Of course, not everyone rolled their eyes at An Feng. For Iraqi civilians, who can follow their foreigners in this chaotic situation, they will often get a good position in the new government, and they will be the new magnates of the future, the ones everyone needs to talk to...... As a result, while An Feng reaped contempt, he couldn't help but be looked up to and jealous.

One after the other, the two entered an international hotel not far from the "Green Zone". The hotel was run by an Indian and was populated by third-world businessmen who had come to Iraq to pan for gold. Among such people, the Chinese people who are good at enduring hardships and saving and do not pay much attention to the living environment are the first. This is because the hotels in the "Green Zone" are relatively expensive, and small merchants in Yiwu and Fujian hawkers who are reluctant to pay for expensive accommodation like to settle in such hotels.

There are many similar hotels near the "Green Zone", and they are often not very environmental, and the people come and go in a chaotic way - those who carry bags into the door, those who carry bags out, and those who squat here waiting to carry bags, waiting to be interpreters, waiting to be guides...... And so on, the flow of people is endless, so that the spring gate is often crushed, the glass is crushed, and the ground is full of discarded fruit peels and melon seed skins.

Of course, this chaos and noise is also temporary, and it belongs only to this turbulent moment. Baghdad is now in a state of panic, tension pervades the city, and people don't care about the good or bad of the environment in the days of panic. When the actual fighting subsided, and when the peacekeepers began to withdraw, the hotel was restored to its grandeur and elegance. If anyone has the opportunity to return to the hotel after three years, it will feel like the hotel has been completely remodeled.

In fact, where there is reconstruction, it's just that people's moods are different.

Today, there is no carpet in the lobby of the hotel, and there are countless small tables with two seats on the terrazzo floor of the hall, and the distance between the tables is so close that it is almost impossible for people to pass normally. Countless small gold traders who come to Iraq to pan for gold sit at these small tables, exchanging information with each other, exchanging information on goods, talking to local merchants, bribing local officials, and exchanging information with fellow villagers -- the traders here are scruffy-looking petty traders who make tens of millions of dollars a day.

There were too many opportunities to make a fortune in post-war Iraq, and since the fall of the leader who had received "100 percent" of the vote in the "elections", his family members have gone into hiding or fled. They are gone, and the money-making industry that was once monopolized by their family is now blank everywhere. No matter food, clothing, housing and transportation, there is no chaos in industry, petrochemical industry, mining and ...... Iraq's production in all aspects has come to a standstill, and at this time, Iraq is completely dependent on petrodollars to support the government's operation, and every packet of instant noodles and every bottle of mineral water they eat is made in China.

It is said that there are countless domestic businessmen, and in those years, they have become billionaires by squatting on the streets of Baghdad to buy instant noodles, and as for the merchants who sell shoes and sell the kind of fake Adidas that will open the line at the slightest pull, there are countless on the streets of Baghdad. And in this hall, although every vendor is very sloppy and obscene in appearance, but in a blink of an eye, these people change their vests, and they are all brand-new fashionable and successful people, and they are new aristocrats.

For them, what are they afraid of danger, and the more dangerous the place, the more profitable it is. What's more, no matter how dangerous it is, can it be more dangerous than China's coal mines? In the three years after the war, the total number of casualties in Iraq was not as high as the number of casualties in the country's coal mines in one month.

Opportunity is always in danger.

Walking through the bustling crowd and listening to the familiar local sound, An Feng thought as he walked, and he saw several fierce-looking and sturdy ...... squatting in the corner of the hall Iraqis, these people almost dominate a table, after An Feng approached this group of people, he didn't say a word, the fierce Iraqis suddenly became kind, they flattered and flattered, pulled out a chair and let An Feng sit down.

After An Feng sat down, one of the strong men took out a Blackberry mobile phone from his body and placed it flat on the table, he stretched out his finger to press the phone number, he pressed it very slowly, trying to make An Feng understand each number. An Feng took out a Bluetooth headset on the side and tried to communicate with his mobile phone.

After the phone was connected, Deere's face appeared on the mobile phone screen, An Feng plugged in the headphones, and praised the other party in the first sentence: "I didn't expect it, all you are looking for are Asian mercenaries." ”

Dill grinned: "I also chartered a tanker, which is currently parked one hundred and thirty nautical miles off the coast of Iraq. I set up my headquarters on a tanker, and there was a platoon of mercenaries on board, and two helicopter gunships - was this force enough? ”

An Feng nodded: "It's enough...... But what do you want to do, want to stage a coup d'état? ”

Dill grinned: "Iraq is full of opportunities today...... Well, the dictator has fallen, the whole country is filled with hatred, and the Arabs have always liked to give a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, and I have a small number of people, so I do this business.

I said that there was an exiled Iraqi politician who was ready to return home, but he needed to clean up his living environment before he returned home, and he made a list of several enemies and offered a reward for hunting him down. We were fortunate enough to receive one of those orders, which did not require much force, but could give us an excuse to stay at sea legally. ”

An Feng snapped his fingers: "Need help?" ”

"Of course, I'll wait for you to say this, wait......" Dill quickly transmitted several documents, and explained: "You must have the right to check the information of wounded soldiers in the field medical center, and take advantage of this opportunity...... You know, you helped me enter the US military database and find out these three people.

Oh, these three people, the security guards are provided by American companies, they are now in the new government, but our customers don't want to work with them...... As a doctor, you check the physical condition of several bodyguards; As a professional ...... Killer, you check the security guard's work status by the way.

As for the last six documents, they are our secret informants, or local arms smuggling suppliers. Well, there's also an arms dealer who lives in the 'Green Zone, and he has some second-hand tanks on hand, as well as second-hand helicopters, and I think Russian-made Kamov helicopters are fantastic, and I hope you feel the same way.

You see, how much I have helped you, you now have your own armament - these are your soldiers at the table, and you are responsible for arming them and doing what you want......"

The Asian mercenaries at the table apparently also had their own leader, and that leader was nicknamed "Cui San", and after the communication was completed, he leaned into An Feng's ear and said, "We...... I suggest that we choose the edge of the "green zone" to settle down, so that it will be easier to get in and out of the military zone.

We need communications equipment, as well as corresponding weapons...... Ahh The scattered former Republican Guard soldiers, who were bored and squatting at home in a daze, could push open the windows and shoot at the people on the street without knowing which nerve attacked, and there were too many stray bullets and cold guns. Although the head is not high, no matter who walks on the street, you can't count on character.

The most uninteresting thing is that these militants do not want to support anyone politically, they shoot in the streets, just to vent their grievances. They have no political ideas of their own at all, and the only reason they shoot is because they are bored and want to shoot.

If you look at the street now, the people on the road don't walk on the main road, they all walk against the wall, like thieves, like rats, and those bastards who shoot can't go for a walk on the street until they are cleared, so ...... We need weapons, the most important heavy sniper rifles, and the thickest body armor ......"

An Feng kindly reminded: "Don't you need to point digital assembly?" ”

The war in Iraq was a watershed moment. In this war, the U.S. military completely digitized its own army, and each soldier carried digital equipment with a net weight of seventy-five kilograms. These include a thermostatic bulletproof suit worn in the desert, which has a built-in small air conditioning device, even in the hot desert, even in the desert sun of 45 degrees at noon, you can wrap yourself tightly under the thick bulletproof suit from beginning to end, and be able to fight, run, roll, and climb normally.

In addition, each soldier participating in the battle has a "real-time camera glasses" on his helmet, which has a global positioning system, which can ensure that the combat command system accurately locates each soldier to the centimeter state, and it can also record all the combat experiences of each soldier to ensure that the time is discussed and the battlefield is supervised. It is said that this eye can also be used as an infrared night vision device, allowing the soldier's eyes to penetrate the thick darkness of the night, through the corners of the corner, to see behind the hidden wall, and the target in the night. It also has an aiming and locking system, which allows the combat command center to lock on to the target through the soldier's glasses, and the super-vision launches a cluster of fire for concentrated strikes

With this pair of glasses, soldiers who are distributed in the south, east, west, and northwest distances can concentrate on delivering all their firepower to a certain point on the orders of the operational command center without seeing the target -- this kind of scattered and concentrated firepower attack has become a classic combat method in urban street warfare in the L century.

"Well, of course, it's good to have digital equipment, but we ...... I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it", Cui San responded a little embarrassed.

"That's no problem – it is said that during the congressional hearings, the Department of Defense proved to lawmakers on the spot that every child who can play video games can operate digital individual equipment without special training. Do you know how to play video games? ”

Cui San sighed deeply: "You hit me, you mean: It's the new century, and people who can't play video games are not worthy of being soldiers, right?" ”

"It's not unworthy, it's unqualified", An Feng comforted: "It's okay to go back and be idle, play more video games, as a soldier, you can't play video games, it's just like a spear soldier who can't play muskets, outdated."

The conversation that followed was like small talk, like nonsense. An Feng and the Asian mercenaries agreed on the other party's hiding place and weapon transportation time between small talk, An Feng kindly paid for the table for them, stood up, and left the chaotic hotel contentedly as if he had hired a few coolies to carry bags.

As Cui San said, no one dares to walk in the center of the road at this time, and whoever dares to do so is the target of the bullet. An Feng and Argyle also had to cling to the wall, dodging rats and thieves, obscenely avoiding all suspicious doors and windows, and entering the narrow, car-inaccessible alleys of the old city south of Baghdad. Walking straight to the alleyway surrounded by dirt walls, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief before they dared to straighten up and walk upright

A few streets bypassed, deeper and deeper into the old city, and at the intersection not far ahead, two little boys of about twelve years old were squatting on the side of the road playing stone chess, and next to them stood a big-eyed, eight- or nine-year-old Iraqi girl.

An Feng took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, walked against the wall again, dodged to the child's side, and handed the chocolate over with a smile. When the chess boy saw the chocolate, he immediately took off his shoes and pulled out a dirty, stinky, sweat-stained note from the sole. Then he silently pointed to a house north of the crossroads, not far away, and when An Feng turned his eyes to look in the direction he was pointing, the little boy cleverly snatched the chocolate, took the little sister, called his companion, and quickly ran away along the street.

On the dirty note, a name was written in Arabic.

An Feng's chocolate package was also wrapped in two hundred dollars -- in this era, two hundred dollars, and you can buy a "raw" hope in Baghdad.

The boy was referring to a building not far away, with a flag on the roof of which had been set by Saddam Hussein - presumably a proud Iraqi family who is still nostalgic for the old days, and presumably a vested interest in the old days.

What is funny is that during the US occupation, Iraqis could plant the flag of any era, and when Saddam Hussein was in power, if they dared not to plant the flag designated by Saddam, it would be a death.

An Feng glanced at Argyle, Argyle nodded, and then took out the Uzi submachine gun from his body, and An Feng felt out Colt, and calmly twisted the silencer on the barrel of Colt. By the time An Feng made the gesture he was ready, Argyle had already put on his tactical glasses, which were immediately shared with An Feng's glasses.

After a short pause, the two of them each made a preparatory gesture, Argyle swaggered to the door, stood with his back to the gate, guarding the entire street, his right leg moved forward slightly, forming a human ladder, An Feng ran a few steps, lightly stepped on Argyle's upturned right leg, and quietly climbed onto the courtyard wall.

Iraqi houses like to install some broken glass on the earthen walls to prevent theft. So after An Feng climbed over the wall, he didn't stay on the wall for too long. When Argyle saw through his glasses that An Feng had jumped into the courtyard neatly and climbed lightly onto the public balcony of the second floor of the house, he walked to the gate of the courtyard and slammed the courtyard door with his shoulder, only to hear the door lock slam, the deadbolt quickly jumped out of the door frame, and the door suddenly opened.

The loud bang on the door immediately alarmed the occupants of the room, and the doors of three or four rooms on the second floor opened at the same time, and six or seven gunmen rushed out, who roared angrily as they went—a roar that believed the slight sound of the silencer pistol. When their companions fell to the ground one after another, one of them found that there was a person squatting at the door of the main house, this person was holding a Colt pistol, and the fire speed was very fast, the first shot hit the leg, causing everyone to lose their balance, and the second shot was a direct headshot.

Argyle wasn't stupid, he was athletic, and he was a born soldier. It's just that in addition to being a soldier, he is slow to react to other things in life, so he decided to follow An Feng closely in order to let An Feng take care of himself. At this time, he slammed open the courtyard door as a cover and let out a loud roar to attract the attention of the people inside. When the people in the room rushed out, his huge body fell to the ground like a cat, rolled on the ground and flashed to the inside of the door, and then ran to the public balcony on the second floor, and stroked the public balcony on the second floor with one hand.

Argyll was greeted by a storm of strafing, two automatic rifle muzzles sticking out of the door of the main house, and firing frantically and aimlessly out of the door. But by this time, An Feng and Argyle outside the door were already lying on the ground - this thin earthen wall could not stop the close-range strafing of automatic rifles, and after the bullets fired from the door passed through the dirt, some bullets fell through the railing and fell into the courtyard, and some fell on the balcony with a clattering sound.

An Feng gestured at Argyle, Argyle nodded his head slightly, An Feng immediately turned over, he was facing the sky, the pistol was raised in front of the tip of his nose, his two feet were continuously forced, and he squirmed forward quickly like maggots, and when his face moved to the door, and his eyes saw the dynamics in the room, An Feng raised the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There were four people in the room, one of them was still shooting at the door with an automatic rifle, and the other had turned around, his back to the door, and while changing the new magazine, he ran towards the back window, where a young man with an automatic rifle under his arm was carrying a white-haired old man over the window......