Driving on rugged and dusty mountain roads, both Rohm and Ace professionally observe their surroundings. Said's car flickered ahead, and the road became more and more remote. Over a col, Said stopped. When he got out of the car, he raised his AKM rifle with a grenade launcher in his hand to the back.

"Holy shit, this must be the territory of the tribal forces, otherwise Said wouldn't be like this." The little donkey tensed. "The people here are very unfriendly to lone government soldiers."

"You wait in the car, ACE and I go to see how it goes." Roomon opens the door.

"Like you said, donkey." ACE did not forget to tease the little donkey before getting out of the car. "If there's any danger, you can leave first."

The little donkey hurriedly followed. "No, I can't stay outside by myself at this time."

He also took out a paratrooper AKM and a military satchel from the back seat, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Ah, look who's scared now?" ACE STRETCHED OUT HIS VOICE AND LOOKED AT THE LITTLE DONKEY WITH CONTEMPT. "You think you're a warrior with a gun?"

"You're right." The little donkey was so good that he quickly stuffed his rifle and military satchel into Ace's arms, and the man hid behind Romon. "I'm not a warrior, you two are."

ACE looked at the satchel and saw several magazines inside, as well as two grenades.

He looked at Rohmon suspiciously.

"Did you already know that you might have to do it?"

Rohmon looked around and didn't answer directly. "That's all you can find for the time being. I would have liked to use our own gear, but it's definitely against discipline, so you can make do with it, and if we're lucky, we won't need any of this. ”

ACE quickly checked the rifle in his hand, and it was in surprisingly good condition. "Romon, I'm not done with you."

The situation was as they expected, and Saeed himself was nervous. The armed composition of the tribes on the border is complex, some support the government, some do not, and some tribes are divided into two factions. Said tells them to pay attention to their surroundings and then leads them to a house.

The owner of this house is an old man who only speaks Urdu and is called Abdullah. According to Said, when the former Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, he and his son Nuri had close ties with the armed forces, and Nuri was also a very high-status figure in the tribal armed forces here, so the guerrillas at that time stored this Mi-24 here. When Saeed asked to see the plane, Abdullah Sr. offered $1.5 million, 500,000 more than he had originally promised.

Saeed immediately began to reprimand old Abdullah, and it was clear that his identity still had some role to play here, and old Abdullah behaved subserviently. But performance is performance, that is, it refuses to bring the price down. Apparently someone else wanted to buy the plane, and ACE whispered the contents of their conversation to Rohm.

Said suddenly became angry, pointed at the old Abdullah's nose and began to say something quickly, and the old thing's face began to change, and finally he became afraid. ACE told Rohmon that Saeed had guessed during the conversation that the new buyer was the Massoud tribe. Because the tribal army is fighting alongside al-Qaeda militants in South Waziristan and is a rebel, Saeed is threatening old Abdullah to cut off his and his son's testicles and feed them to the dogs as he did with ****. What punishment could be more terrible for a ***? If they go to heaven and have no testicles, what does the virginity promised by Allah mean to them?

Old Abdullah became frightened and promised to lower the price to 1.2 million.

Rohmon proposes to look at the plane first. Old Abdullah hesitated again, and Saeed cursed and threatened, and even choked him by the neck, but old Abdullah just refused to take them to see the plane first.

ROMON CALLED ACE ASIDE. "The situation is not right, even Saeed can't control the situation, there must be something wrong here."

ACE looked at Rohmon quizzically. "What could be the problem?"

Rohmon looked at the two Pakistanis who were still arguing fiercely. "If the Massoud tribe wants this helicopter, it means that someone has been sent to contact them, and it is likely that there are militants in the vicinity."

ACE SPAT THE GROUND. "You have to do a clean job with these people."

"That's why I'm bringing you." Rohmon smiled. "The trouble is that they can have a lot of them."

"yes, today is my lucky day." THERE WAS NO SPECIAL EMOTION IN ACE'S VOICE.

In Pakistan, as long as there are militants around, the situation cannot be calm, and it usually means short but fierce fighting. It doesn't matter if you can't buy a helicopter, the important thing is not to put yourself in danger, and even Rohmon hesitated at this moment. But it's too late to leave, and if there are rebels, they must have already spotted someone coming, and they are even ready to fight. The calm in the village was an illusion, and they didn't do it right away because they hadn't figured out the details of their side yet.

Saidra led the elder Abdullah out of the house, slapping his head from time to time along the way, urging him to hurry up.

Pakistan's security forces have always been known for their brutality and cruelty in their treatment of ****, because in their opinion, it is not enough to deter those who come after. Although Saeed himself was highly educated, he already had a distinct imprint of the Pakistani security forces, so the elder Abdullah appeared scared. It's okay that it will save a lot of time, and no one has ever liked the Pakistani security forces here anyway.

"His approach is very similar to yours, simple and straightforward and brutal." Suddenly ACE said to Rohm.

"It's not a question of who it is, but in most cases, it's the only way to be most effective." LOM WAS NONCOMMITTAL TO ACE'S WORDS. "If I have enough time, I don't want to be simple and rude."

"If there is plenty of time, it will not be your turn to play." ACE CHUCKLED UNDER HIS BREATH. "We're the kind of unlucky people who specialize in pooping like this."

Rohmon was also amused by his vulgarity. "You're in a much better mood now, ACE. That's what you're like. ”

"It's this thing that reassures me." ACE raised the AK rifle in his hand. "I like 7.62 calibre, because bullets don't float in the wind, they don't float when they touch leaves, and you don't need a second shot to knock down a person, even if he's wearing body armor. What other gun do you say is better than AK? ”

Rohmon nodded sympathetically.

Although weapons experts generally agree that there is not much difference in the power of the two calibers in practice, and there is a lot of data to prove this, the 7.62 round is still more attractive to some special forces who pursue efficiency.

Normally, ACE would not say such unnutritious words, but now there is a commotion in the village, and many villagers come out of their houses to look at this strange group of people, and it is difficult to say that they are friendly. If there are militants hiding among them, it will be really difficult to prevent them, so even ACE is a little nervous.

Saeed became even more nervous, urging the old Abdullah with a series of curses, and slapped him a few more times, and the originally gentle and polite young man seemed to be a different person. ACE remembered the dollar that the donkey had given to Said, and the question he had just ignored was reversed: Why didn't Rohmon hand over the dollar he got from Amat?