"I can't help you, man. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info: I can't handle this time. Horn looked at Monty and said directly: "I didn't exchange your news for the bounty at the service station, this is already the most that my old friend can do." You have to know that you and your team are worth a lot of money right now. ”

Monty could only smile wryly when he heard this. Although there is no definite news yet, the jackals must be crazy all over the world looking for themselves and their team. It is because of this that Monty came here to find Horn. Hopefully he'll be able to help himself deliver a few words to the jackal.

Clearly, Horn didn't feel the need to wade into the muddy waters. Monty's mercenary group was taken over from Horn. Or rather, it was Horn who helped him form it. To a certain extent, Horn is Monty's financier. Of course, the personal relationship between the two is also very good.

"I can tell you clearly, maybe you know that I am very powerful. But in reality, I'm just a small character. Horn spread his hand and said softly: "Those bigwigs only need to move their mouths, and there are countless people who are willing to take my head to invite them for credit." ”

Looking at Monty, Horn said very sincerely: "My personal advice to you is to find the jackal yourself." It's better than if they found you. Of course, you have their blood stained. Then you will inevitably have to pay a price. But at least, everyone else will be fine. ”

Monty kept his face calm and didn't say a word, and it took a while before he got up and whispered to Horn, "Okay, old friend." Thank you for the suggestion. Good bye! Or...... Farewell. ”

"Goodbye. Or, farewell. Horn sighed slightly, watching Monty get up and leave the café. This time, maybe it's really goodbye. Monty can't reappear, and maybe he'll turn into a nameless corpse somewhere. Then they were cremated, or discarded in the barren mountains and mountains to rot.

This is his fate, and it is the fate of most mercenaries. I don't know when I got into trouble, so I took some damn tasks. And then bury yourself. Maybe luck will make it through a few years, but good luck won't always come back to you.

All it takes is one bad enough luck, a little mistake or a mistake in judgment. That's enough for one person, or even an entire mercenary group, to be buried.

"The principle of the service station is that it will never disclose any information about the customer." In front of Hou Dasheng, the stationmaster of Baghdad bowed slightly and said softly: "We will handle the matters entrusted to us by the customer." But not everything, we will hand over to the headquarters for the record. ”

The stationmaster was still so polite, and whispered to Hou Dasheng: "Just like your information, we won't give it to anyone." Customer's information has a storage period. Only matters of special importance, we will record. And after the matter is over, it will be handed over to the headquarters. However, the situation and information about the customer in this matter will not be disclosed. ”

"I don't care about any of this, what I need to know is which mercenary group attacked us in Baghdad during this time." Hou Dasheng looked at the stationmaster and said in a deep voice: "Also, who is the employer of this matter." That's what I care about. My people are dead, and someone has to pay for it. ”

The situation of the service station, or service provider, is very special. They were originally formed out of convenience, the transportation of belongings or letters. Gradually, they became a place to sell stolen goods. Then information and requests for asylum poured in. Gradually improved step by step, and finally formed the current pattern.

Service providers have not been without their share of crises, in fact, they have faced frenzied encirclement and suppression several times. But fortunately, the service station has its own way of survival, so they still survived. And adhere to the principle that it has always been a customer confidentiality. This is one of the reasons why they still exist.

Hou Dasheng has seen the files that are sealed in the service provider's headquarters and can only be read by the director. There are a lot of unknown facts recorded in it, but who actually operated them and who handled them. But there was no mention of it at all. At most, Hou Dasheng guessed who was involved in this matter through the matter.

However, speculation is just speculation. Many of the real handlers are no longer alive. Hou Dasheng's own personal experience of the entire process of the strongman's retreat was also recorded in the archives. It's just that, as in other cases, there are many details that are vague.

"Sir, we have rushed your business. To be honest, the price of half a million euros can really make many people's hearts move. But it's not exciting enough. The stationmaster looked at Hou Dasheng and said softly: "We have already received part of the news......"

As he spoke, he took out a file bag and put it in front of Hou Dasheng: "Three gunmen, a small mercenary group that is currently ranked in the top ten." The number of people is thirty, and the regimental commander is a viper. According to the information, they have recently appeared in Iraq. But came and went, and no one knew what they did. ”

"This team has the ability to completely annihilate the Bobcat squad in the ambush circle." After a pause, the stationmaster continued: "The guerrillas who attacked have also been found. It is a member of the Utbach tribe. Leading the team was Hamad Latif . ”

Hou Dasheng nodded and motioned for the stationmaster to continue. The situation here is very special, 3/4 of the population of the whole country belongs to different tribes. Throughout the country, there are more than 150 different large tribes scattered. And under these large tribes there are more than 2,000 sub-tribes. The leaders of these tribes have great prestige and power in their own tribes.

In many cases, the U.S. military even had to make some compromises with them. Otherwise, the U.S. military will be greeted by endless harassment of guerrillas. Of course, even if some compromises were made, the harassment guerrillas did not stop. It's just a lot weaker.

In fact, work on the Horde was done before the start of the war. The main body, naturally, is the intelligence services, who wander among the major tribes. Sprinkle money and promise all sorts of benefits. It is better to be able to stand on the side of the US military, and at the worst I want them to remain neutral.

Their work was fruitful, and many of the big tribes remained silent after the arrival of the American troops. On the one hand, it did reap the benefits, but on the other hand, it was also deterred by the strength of the US military. Of course, this does not prevent them from supporting some people who are looking for trouble for the US military behind their backs.

There won't be too much support, but it's not too little either. Money will give some, and nice words will shout two voices. Weapons will also give some support. But they absolutely do not allow their own people to participate in it. Latif: That's how it was to them. These people were dissatisfied with the actions of the US military in Iraq, so they chose to become guerrillas.

And as their tribe, they naturally paid lip service to this. The little young who wanted to make a difference got involved, and the tribe was not against it. But the tribe as a whole will never be involved in this. Of course, some aid was given. There are also some firearms.

"Is there a more specific situation?!" Hou Dasheng looked at the stationmaster and asked in a deep voice. The stationmaster responded with a smile: "What do you say...... Here, this kind of information is still easy to gather. After all, they don't pay much attention to secrecy. ”

When Hou Dasheng heard this, a rare smile appeared on his face. The webmaster was telling the truth. The sense of secrecy of the people here is really not ordinarily bad, it is simply so bad that you will feel that you have encountered an idiot. A lot of things you don't even have to say yourself, they will show off.

I'm afraid that others won't know what he's done. The result of this habit is that many things can be received without much effort at the service station. Those who went to the service station to talk about the business often boasted to the bartender about a lot of things.

For example, where did they do the IED, how many people were killed, and who was the sniper who always attacked the American army. With three or two efforts, they can calmly sell their own people thoroughly. So, the business service station here is very easy to do.

They do not know the value of this intelligence, but the service station is clear. The information they inadvertently revealed was collected by the service station. Then pack it up and sell it. The U.S. military and the CIA will be very interested in this information.

"Bring me the information about the Three Gunners first, and then gather information about Latif and them." Hou Dasheng looked at the stationmaster solemnly and said in a deep voice: "I hope this matter can be resolved as soon as possible." In terms of price...... Raised to 1.5 million euros. If it is confirmed that it is a three-gunner, then the head of the Viper is worth three million! The whole three-gunner, five million! ”

Hou Dasheng looked at the stationmaster coldly and said, "Since you want to brighten your muscles, let's brighten your muscles at one time." Also, it's impossible for the three gunners to do it for no reason. Who hired behind it, this matter also needs to be dug deeply! The knife will break, and I will cut off the hand that holds the knife! ”

It was at this moment that Horn, who was in the car at night on the outskirts of Rome, sighed slightly. His bodyguard was dead, his neck was strangled with a steel rope. As a result, his bodyguard's eyes widened, and his whole face was flushed and now a little purple from the bruising.

"Are you going to get this far?! Monty, I always thought we were old friends......" In the night, more than a dozen men slowly surrounded Horn's car, and the driver had already been knocked on the back of the head with a hammer. He who dies cannot die anymore.

In the shadows of the night, Monty slowly walked out: "Yes, I also think we are old friends. Until you turned me down in a café. At that time, I realized that I was actually thinking too much. Our relationship, perhaps, is limited to that. Not old friends. ”

"Monty! You don't want to think about what you're doing! If it's something else, can I not help you?! But you're provoking those mad dogs! Not one, it's a group! They're all crazy! None of them aren't! In that angry tone, Horn roared, "What?! It's not enough for you to die on your own, do you have to drag me into the water?! ”