The white man slowly reached for his foot next to AK, kicked the AK47 on the ground hard, and landed not far from Okamoto Sakata's feet. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

"You don't have to worry, I won't kill you, we have a common goal, believe me, after listening to my advice, you will definitely cooperate with me!"

Okamoto Sakata said as he squatted down and picked up AK47 from the ground, quickly put away his pistol, and took out a magazine from his pocket and loaded it.

"Let's talk in another place, okay, you don't have bullets in your gun, right? I don't have any bullets in my gun, so it looks like we're going through the same thing, but I have bullets now! ”

After Okamoto Sakata finished speaking, he took the lead and walked forward, and after the white man glanced at the Japanese, he took a deep breath, and now he had no other choice but to choose to believe in this Japanese.

The Japanese man followed him through the filthy alley to a building on the edge of the street, and as soon as he entered, the white man smelled a pungent smell of blood, and after taking two steps forward, he saw blood on the floor in the living room, and the blanket on the floor was soaked red.

The Japanese didn't care in the slightest, so they found a random place and sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes and threw one to the white man: "Introduce yourself, my name is Okamoto Sakata, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Marcelo, what are you looking for me, I think our relationship should be just a competitive relationship!"

Marcelo took the Japanese cigarette, while guarding the Japanese, while observing the house, this is a two-story building, outside the living room, there are several rooms inside, walk to the position of a door, Marcelo gently pushed the door open, the smell of blood is even more serious.

"Shet, you demon, you killed this family?" Seeing seven or eight corpses lying in the room, Marcelo immediately closed the door, he had killed people, but he had not killed unarmed civilians, and from the corpses on the ground, he also saw the bodies of three children who did not look to be more than five years old, and this family of seven or eight people was all killed by this Japanese named Okamoto Sakata.

Okamoto Sakata took a puff of cigarette, revealing his inlaid gold teeth, and his expression was very calm: "Well, a total of eight people were killed by me, and I had no choice but to do so, otherwise I might have been discovered by the Americans, you know, the Americans offered us $10,000 per person!" ”

After a pause, Okamoto Sakata seemed to be crazy: "Do you know what 10,000 dollars represents? It's 2003, 10,000 U.S. troops are enough to drive these Iraqis crazy, they want to dig us out of their holes and send us to the Americans for money, we are not human to them, but glittering dollars, walking dollars, if I don't kill them, they will kill us! ”

After finishing speaking, he took out a remote control and turned on the TV, this Iraqi family should also be considered a wealthy family, with a color TV.

Before the Iran-Iraq War and the Gulf War, Iraq was a rich country, but after the two wars, Iraq went from a rich country to a poor country, and a television was enough to discourage many Iraqis.

Marcelo sat on the side with his head down and smoked a cigarette, looking at the Japanese in front of him with some disgust, the Japanese were right, in the eyes of these Iraqis, he was a golden pig with a golden light, which could bring them rich wealth, but he still did not agree with the Japanese approach and did not make an evaluation.

"What are you looking for from me? After talking for a long time, you didn't tell me what your purpose was! "If you can, Marcelo wants to leave now, this Japanese is very scary, from the words and expressions just now, Marcelo did not see any emotional fluctuations related to people, like a cold-blooded beast.

After Okamoto Sakata heard Marcelo's words, he stopped his performance and sat back on the sofa: "I came to you in the hope that I can cooperate with you, kill the cheater hiding in the US army, kill him, and we can complete the mission!" ”

After Marcelo listened, he looked at Okamoto Sakata with some sarcastic expression: "I think you should be mistaken, let's kill him?" It's not easy for us to pray now that we don't get caught by him, to kill him? Is this an April Fool's joke? He is surrounded by at least one squad of American troops at all times, and there is armored vehicle cover, and we are going to kill him? Why? Just because the rifling in your hand has been smoothed out AK47? ”

"And, Mr. Okamoto Sakata, I don't think you should forget, there are three people to complete this mission, except for the cheater, there are two more places, I only need to kill more Iraqi guerrillas within the specified time, why should I follow you to risk attacking the American army? You have to know what the consequences of the attack on the US military are! ”

After Marcelo finished speaking, he looked at Okamoto Sakata like looking at an idiot's expression, Marcelo has now regarded the three survivable slots in this mission as two survivable slots, as for the first one, he has no extravagant hopes, as long as that damn cheating guy doesn't come to catch himself, thank God, Marcelo still can't figure out why this yellow man has such a good relationship with the officers of the U.S. military, doesn't it mean that Americans discriminate against people of color?

Okamoto Sakata smiled, smiled very happily, and slowly walked in front of Marcelo: "No, no, no, you are mistaken, I said that we are going to kill him, it is just an excuse, have you forgotten our identity?" I'm a wanted man for Americans, who will accept us? ”

"You mean, Iraqi government forces and guerrillas? But our mission is to kill these Iraqi government forces and guerrillas! ”

Marcelo didn't understand what Okamoto Sakata meant for a while, his brows were tightened, white people generally handle things simply and rudely, and the yellow race has a natural advantage in using their brains for this kind of thing.

"Is there a conflict between killing these guerrillas and government forces and cooperating with them? We can tell those guerrillas that there is a very important person in the US military, such as the son of a senior official or something, as long as this person is captured, they can negotiate terms with the Americans, and do you think these Iraqis will be tempted! ”

After hearing Okamoto Sakata's words, Marcelo froze in place, but then reacted: "If we say so, will these Iraqis believe it?" ”

"So I need your help, they may not believe me when I say it, but I think you said it, those Iraqis should believe it!" After Okamoto Sakata finished speaking, he laughed again, he was very ugly, and his laughter made people feel more ugly than crying.