Sitting in the armored car, Yu Yang was blowing the air conditioner and drinking Coke, thinking about where those hosts would flee to, and after thinking for a long time without any clue, Yu Yang suddenly felt as if he was a bit like the big boss of this mission, and those hosts seemed to be warriors who were chased by the big boss.

First of all, he has killed the largest number of people now, two hundred and forty people are close to three hundred, and the second place is still eighteen, it seems that he has not opened meat since he escaped last night, but the number of kills in the back has changed somewhat, but it is not obvious.

Moreover, Yu Yang has his back to the mountain of the US military, and he does not worry about equipment or food and clothing, while the rest of the thirty-nine hosts, all of whom are one or more people surviving in the city, have no weapons and no supplies, and they have to worry about the black guns of their teammates, the pursuit of the US military, and the black guns of the Iraqis.

According to John's intelligence, these people fled in a hurry, and all the weapons on their bodies had been confiscated, except for one who robbed Pete's weapon, the rest of the people all ran out with their bare hands, starting with a pair of hands, and all the equipment was robbed.

Yu Yang only needs to pay attention to the Iraqi guerrillas now, there are not too many things to worry about, such a big advantage, if Yu Yang can be killed by these beggar-like hosts, then there is really no heavenly reason, his own training is really in vain, of course, if Yu Yang dies by himself, it will be counted.

Just about five minutes after walking out of the camp, Yu Yang's convoy was slowly advancing in the city, heading towards the set goal in the distance, and on the task prompt on Yu Yang's wrist, the remaining hosts had changed from forty to thirty-nine, and one had died.

Seeing this scene, Yu Yang raised his eyebrows, a person had already died, I don't know if it was killed by the host itself, or by the Iraqis, it is best to be killed by the host, otherwise, he may not be able to get his war coins, and now Yu Yang lacks the most war coins, which is why Yu Yang wants to hunt down these hosts, not that they are threatening, but that the war coins on their bodies are too tempting.

At this time, the Iraqi guerrillas had not yet comprehended the essence of guerrilla warfare and were still preparing to gather superior forces and prepare for a decisive battle with the US troops.

It has not yet developed to the sparrow tactics, and the surrounding Iraqi people do not have much hatred for the US military convoy, and some people look at the convoy of Yu Yang and others curiously.

Yu Yang looked at the situation outside through the observation port, Iraq at this time was quite safe, if it was three years later, even if it was a year later, a Humvee and an armored vehicle dared to wander around the cities of Iraq, especially the city of Tikrit, they would only be greeted by rockets carrying the anger of the Iraqi people, as well as a rain of bullets in all directions.

Yu Yang's location was Tikrit's television station, which had been controlled by the U.S. military, and with his eleven people trying to find more than 30 people in a city of 300,000 people, it was undoubtedly a bit of a needle in a haystack.

Yu Yang already has the photos of those hosts in his hands, which are the materials provided by Blackwater International, including Yu Yang's photos, all of which have been mobilized by John, and they are all background information compiled by the Killing Land.

The TV station in Tikrit City is still running, as long as there is no power outage in Tikrit City, ordinary Iraqis can still receive TV, Yu Yang doesn't know where these hosts are hiding, but they will definitely not leave the city, so Yu Yang decided to make good use of the 300,000 residents in the city and let them fall into the sea of people's war.

Half an hour later, in the city of Tikrit, the Iraqi people who were hiding at home because of the war suddenly saw a bounty notice on the television station, a total of 38 people's photos, divided into two pages appeared on the television station, and a phone number was left at the end.

"These are extremely dangerous terrorists, if anyone finds clues about these people, please call XXXXXXXX, or go to the US military camp to provide clues, once the intelligence is confirmed, a reward of 10,000 US dollars! $10,000 each! ”

In the TV station, Yu Yang sat in the lounge smoking a cigarette, looking out of the window from time to time, this method was the most feasible way he thought of so far.

Now that the nets and bait have been cast, all he needs now is to wait for the call, and he is not worried that these hosts will defect to the Iraqi guerrillas, this time their mission is to kill the Iraqi government forces and fighters, and there is no difference between defecting to the Iraqis and killing themselves.

Although the U.S. military invaded Iraq and violently opened the door to Iraq, there will still be many Iraqi traitors under the heavy reward, after all, the product of anti-bone boy is not unique, every country will have anti-bone parties such as the Belt and Road Party, and there are quite a few of these people.

Not only the TV broadcasts, but while waiting for the call, the photocopiers in the TV station were also running wildly, and like posters, wanted notices with the heads of the rest of the hosts were pouring out of the printing press.

Then some hired Iraqis went out with printed wanted notices and distributed them, and within a day, these escaped hosts would become the sweethearts of Iraqis in the city.

Less than ten minutes after the broadcast, Yu Yang had already received the news that near a market in the east of the city, someone found a person on the wanted notice, and after receiving the news, Yu Yang immediately got up: "Let's go, guys, we have something to do now!" ”

After hearing Yu Yang's words, the American GIs who were sitting together playing cards and smoking cigarettes immediately stood up, picked up their weapons, and excitedly followed behind Yu Yang, got into the armored car, and prepared to set off.

Fifteen minutes later, the convoy came to the edge of a market in the east of the city, and found the Iraqi who provided information to Yu Yang and others, a young Iraqi, dressed in very hip-hop, after seeing Yu Yang and others, he shook his head and walked over, and some nervousness came to the side, and said something that Yu Yang and others did not understand.

Yu Yang was a little embarrassed, he didn't seem to understand what this Iraqi was saying, he looked behind him, a US soldier walked in front of him, and after saying a few words, he pointed to a building not far away: "This person said that there was a wanted person in a restaurant in front of the market, and he saw it when he passed by just now!" ”

After Yu Yang heard it, he nodded, and slowly touched it, and the Iraqi stopped in front of Yu Yang again, and said again for a long time, Yu Yang turned his head to look at the translator: "What did he say?" ”

"He said, 'The man has been found, and what about the reward promised to him?'

"Tell him that when I'm sure the person inside is the person we're looking for, I'll give him the money!"

After listening to this, the young Iraqi immediately took the lead and walked into the restaurant, followed by Yu Yang and ten American soldiers.

Yu Yang didn't have a bonus of 10,000 at all, Yu Yang didn't bring money when he entered the mission, but John did, this method was discussed with John before Yu Yang left, after the US army attacked Iraq, the special funds were very sufficient, and John, the regiment commander, had some special activity funds.

The U.S. military is different from the armies of other countries, and wherever Americans go, there will be a leading party, and this money is a reward for these leading parties, and it is understandable to use it here, and it can also extort a sum of money from Blackwater International.

The restaurant is small, typical of a small religious restaurant, where several low tables sit with older Iraqis, most conspicuously a small, ugly-looking man sitting in the corner.