Peter was going to pull out an ordinary grenade, but after hesitating, he replaced it with an M15 white phosphorus grenade.

The M15 white phosphorus grenade, which weighs about 400 grams, can kill or seriously injure everyone within a radius of 17 meters, and the shrapnel is difficult to remove after entering the skin, and if the skin cannot be kept moist, the shrapnel will even burn, giving the enemy a second damage.

This Edmund. The cartel, who was destined to be a tragic character, saw a smoking grenade roll in through the doorway before he could rush out.

“FFF！！”

Who knows what he's shouting?

He opened his mouth in horror and howled, but in the next second, shrapnel pierced through the back of his neck.

"Hoho..."Edmund. Cartel Chen's knees weakened, he knelt on the ground, stared, covered his throat, his eyelids twitched constantly, and he fell to the ground and died without catching a breath.

…

Gao Jun, who was cowering in the corner at the door, waited for the grenade to explode, then rushed in with a cat, and at a glance saw Edmund who was dressed differently. The cartel, grabbing his hair and pulling his head, revealing his blood-covered face, compared it with the photo of the information in his memory.

"This is Edmund. Cartel? Peter asked?

"No, it's $480,000."

Peter rolled his eyes helplessly, and at this moment the news of the sick dog came from the headset, "The enemy has been eliminated, and the hostages have been found." ”

Gao Jun grunted and stood up and kicked Edmund. Cartel's head, tugging at the collar, dragged the corpse to the door, ran in the direction of the sick dog, and met the members of the preparatory team in a cellar next to the main house, which he had not seen for a long time.

Harris was lying on the ground, with a fist-sized hole in his chest, his eyes widened unwillingly, obviously it was impossible to survive, this guy was really told by Gao Jun that he couldn't get out of Iraq.

The other female staff members were torn up and curled up in fear, in a trance, their faces and necks were blue and purple, and Gao Jun's heart sank.

They... I'm afraid I'm humiliated!

In war, this is the norm.

In many places, local armed groups have the bad habit of "captive" X slaves to let these beasts vent their animal desires.

Therefore, women are never needed in the front-line fight!

If you are captured, what awaits you is better than death.

Gao Jun saw the familiar Alice's eyes wide open, leaning against the dark corner, the glasses that used to smile, but now they were so depressed and desperate.

"Alice," he walked over, crouched down, and called softly, "I'll take you home." ”

Alice's body trembled, and she suddenly hugged Gao Jun's neck, and screamed in a heart-splitting voice...

The encounter in the past few days is like a nightmare for a girl who is only in her twenties!

For some reason, Gao Jun felt a little pain in his heart, I'm afraid that this is his unresolved conscience softening.

…

"Mr. Felix, I'm sorry to tell you that when we arrived, Harris was dead...", Gao Jun said heavily, "as for the others..."

When he said this, he turned his head to look at Alice, who was asleep on his shoulder, she grabbed her arm tightly, the tears flowed down her eyes, her body trembled slightly, Gao Jun patted her shoulder and sighed: "I think you'd better find them a few psychiatrists." ”

"Gao, thank you very much this time, the remaining balance will be credited to your account tomorrow, please trouble you to take care of them for me for a few days, the public relations team of Felix Group will rush to Iraq."

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Gao Jun hung up the phone, looked at Conrad, who was smoking and depressed outside the ward, and hesitated, "Thank you, my friend." ”

This Conrad was pulled up from the bed by Gao Jun!

After the battle, Luke's injuries were very bad, Gao Jun could only call Nicholson for support, and use the bird helicopter to send the wounded to the Royal Iraqi Hospital first, but after all, this was a gunshot wound, for unnecessary trouble, he called Conrad over, of course, Gao Jun promised to give him 30,000 US dollars, otherwise the Iraqi security minister could come over in such a timely manner, relying on his connections, he insisted on letting a doctor who came back from studying in Germany to be the chief surgeon...

Hearing Gao Jun's words, Conrad's hand froze, and he hummed, "I don't want to be friends with you." ”

This was like a childish child talking angry words, and Gao Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly, moved half of his buttocks, patted the vacated chair, and motioned for Conrad to come and sit.

Conrad hesitated, but walked over anyway, but only half of his butt was smacked, knocking on Erlang's leg, with his back to him, smoking a dry cigarette.

"You know what? In fact, sometimes we really seem to..."Gao Jun didn't care, unloaded the rifle magazine, and pulled out the bullet.

"I don't want to be like an arms dealer who only knows money, making the blackest money in the world." Conrad didn't miss every opportunity to taunt, dusted off his cigarette, and glanced at it with disdain.

Gao Jun's face was calm, "I admit that Franklin's stinky face disgusted me, but hell, the whole world loves it, he represents wealth, you can't deny it, I'm richer than you!" ”

As soon as Conrad was about to refute, he was robbed by Gao Jun again: "Don't talk to me about spiritual wealth, it's pure fart!" You used to be the elite of the 9th Brigade, you believed in the iron blood of the German tank, but without it, what did it give you? Recall? Youth? Fack! A bunch of shit, can they get you a good drink, or can you scream at Miss in a nightclub? Or, let you smoke marijuana like crazy? ”

Gao Jun stared at him with straight eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I never want to go back to poverty!" As long as I have money, who can control me? ”

Who knows, Conrad grabbed Gao Jun's collar, red eyes, and hissed in a low voice: "GSG-9 is my pride, you can't insult it." ”

"Is pride worth anything?" Gao Jun asked disdainfully, "When you take the 300,000 I gave you, you gave up your pride, you are a slave of dollars and an admirer of money, just like me!" ”

Conrad gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged, his facial expression was hideous, and he wanted to swallow Gao Jun, who was still looking at him fearlessly, "I just don't want to live plainly, I'd rather die!" ”

Looking at the stubborn young man in front of him, his ambition was undisguised in his tone, Conrad seemed to be facing the shadow of another man, he was equally rebellious, equally uninferior, and the same struggle for the so-called unwillingness!

"You're so alike—" he couldn't help but say.

"Who?"

"Vasily. Alba. Conrad was afraid that Gao Jun would not know him, and explained: "A person who wants to transcend the ordinary like you, of course he is a hero, and you are a disgusting businessman!" ”

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