Completely contrary to Tang Guoming's expectations, after Pierre made several phone calls in a row, a Willis MB jeep, which could almost be sent into the museum, staggered into the courtyard. A young Caucasian man in a suit and leather shoes who jumped out of the car and combed his hair neatly after a few brief conversations with Pierre, nodded to Pennan, who was standing aside: "What do you need?" ”

Taking half a step back, Pei Nan pouted at the silent Tang Guoming: "He's the boss!" ”

Looking at Tang Guoming with some surprise, the young Caucasian man frowned in some surprise: "Asian faces, aren't you often seen here?" All right...... Business is business, no matter who you do it with! What do you need? ”

Glancing at the MB jeep in the courtyard that had not yet turned off, Tang Guoming responded: "I have to see what you have first?" ”

Obviously, he noticed that Tang Guoming looked at the antique-level MB jeep he was driving, and the Caucasian man simply raised his legs and walked in the direction of the jeep: "Driving this kind of antique car is just my personal hobby, my goods are the most advanced and top-of-the-line, you can rest assured!" Get in the car – I'll show you my car! ”

Nodding to Pierre, Tang Guoming beckoned Bao Lei and Penan to jump into the MB jeep and follow the young Caucasian man towards another compound made of container housing not far from the courtyard.

Perhaps he was accustomed to buying and selling arms with others, or perhaps the buildings known as the Oasis did have a high safety factor, the Caucasian young man did not show much caution and drove straight into his own courtyard. Before the vehicle could stop, the Caucasian young man driving the car had already shouted loudly to several of his subordinates in the courtyard: "Open the warehouse, there is business coming to the door!" ”

The heavy container hatch was pulled open by several strong men in a strange sound of metal rubbing. As the container door opens, the lighting facilities installed in the container are activated at the same time, revealing the neatly arranged weapons and equipment in the container.

Striding into the nearest container, Tang Guoming reached out and grabbed an M4 automatic rifle equipped with optical sights, looked at it a few times, and turned his head to look at the Caucasian young man standing outside the container: "This is your best color?" ”

As if to anticipate Tang Guoming's reaction, the Caucasian young man raised his hand and pointed to another large container: "I still have some HK M27, I think you will like it?" ”

Gently putting the M4 automatic rifle in his hand back into the distance, Tang Guoming turned around and walked out of the container: "Out of personal preference, I prefer the weapons of the AK gun family, can you provide them?" ”

After staring at Tang Guoming for a long time, the Caucasian young man slowly turned around and pointed towards a few containers on the other side of the courtyard: "Your luck is good, I just got a batch of AKM automatic rifles." Comes with pbs1 silencer and GP25 grenade launcher ......"

Striding towards the container pointed out by the Caucasian young man, Tang Guoming unceremoniously interrupted the Caucasian young man's chatter: "Has the hammer delay module been improved?" ”

Shrugging his shoulders, the Caucasian young man obviously didn't expect Tang Guoming to ask such a professional question: "I can't say this well!" I'm just an arms businessman, not an arms expert! ”

Grabbing an AKM automatic rifle that still smelled of gun oil, Tang Guoming skillfully disassembled the AKM automatic rifle, and then quickly put it together: "I need twenty such rifles, with two bases of ammunition, and I also need some special sniper bullets, armor-piercing shells and incendiary grenades for MK11-0 sniper rifles, as well as night vision devices and individual rotary-wing drones......"

Listening to Tang Guoming report the names of a series of weapons and equipment like a cannonball, the look of surprise on the face of the Caucasian young man standing behind Tang Guoming became more and more intense, and his eyes couldn't help but bring a bit of inquiry. When Tang Guoming proposed that he also needed two small-caliber mortars with remote control firing and automatic reloading functions, the Caucasian young man finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and turned his head to look at Peinan who was standing beside him: "What does this guy want to do?" The weapons he chose were enough to launch a surprise attack on the Oasis base?! ”

With a few noncommittal dry laughs, Pennan turned his head to look at Bao Lei, who was squatting in another container to pick up explosives: "Curiosity kills cats!" Can you find a large transporter with bulletproof features? ”

"It's hard to find...... Pennan, what the hell is this guy coming from? Yellow-skinned mercenary, in the oasis or for the first time? ”

"Would you believe me if I told you that they were all cooks?"

“…… Pennan, do I look like a fool? ”

Almost while Tang Guoming and Bao Lei were busy selecting weapons and equipment, Gu Weisu had already followed the marks left by Harbara and Pan Guan and gathered together in a container that had been converted into a bar.

After a few glances at the sturdy men who were drinking or chatting and laughing in the bar, Gu Weisu reached out and dragged a chair and sat down next to Pan Guan: "Quite idle?" How can you still find such a place to relax? ”

Towards the side of the bar, Pan Guan picked up a glass of cold soda in front of him and took a sip: "This position just happens to see the courtyard you entered, since you can rest and be vigilant, why don't we take it easy?" Where did the boss go? ”

beckoned the bartender with a big waist to bring him a glass of soda, Gu Weisu gently shook the water cup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "The boss has found us a task!" ”

His body stiffened suddenly, and Halbara's eyes widened in disbelief: "Fried liver, did you hear it right?" Is it a task? Not ..... job? ”

Glancing at Halbara, Gu Weisu gently sipped soda and whispered slowly: "Dagong, have you seen me make mistakes all these years?" Besides...... You all know the boss's habits, once he uses the combat code name of the year when he opens his mouth to greet us, there will only be two situations - either he is ready to play with his life, or .......Okay, let's get to the point" - a few Chinese have been kidnapped and will be executed in two days, and the boss wants to save people! ”

As if someone had injected a high concentration of adrenaline directly into the blood vessels, Halbara's slap holding the water glass obviously used some strength: "No wonder the leader said it was a mission!" Without further ado, when are we going to do it? ”

Squinting at the sturdy men who were drinking in the bar, Gu Weisu replied in a low voice: "The third rules of engagement, remember?" ”

Without thinking about it at all, Pan Guan rushed to Gu Weisu and said, "Unrestricted warfare rules? Is the boss really going to play a big game this time? ”

Nodding slightly, Gu Weisu replied in a low voice: "There are only five of us, there is no logistics, no reliable support, and even the target intelligence is extremely lacking. If we want to rescue those Chinese hostages safely, we have no other way than to be ruthless! ”

Drinking the soda in the cup, Halbara firmly put the cup on the table: "Since it is to save the Chinese, there is nothing to say, whatever tricks work, use anything!" What does the boss want us to do? ”

Reaching out and dipping some soda in the cup, Gu Weisu scribbled a topographic map of the oasis base on the table: "With the five of us alone, the strength is definitely not enough, we can only use the strength to fight!" The streets are full of offices run by security contractors, and there are more mercenaries than dogs, so we're going to have to get them to do their job! You two just walked around, what catches your eye? ”

Pointing a few times with his finger on the sketch drawn by Gu Weisu, Pan Guan lowered his voice and said, "In these three places, mercenaries come and go are particularly lively. I probably inquired, and all three of these places are offices run by security contractors in the United States, and there seems to be some business competition with each other. The mercenaries who liaise with them should all be early retired personnel of the US military, and their combat capability is relatively strong. ”

Stretching out his hand to point out a few locations on the sketch drawn by Gu Weisu, Halbara whispered Pan Guan's words: "There are two foreign communication bases here, one of which is set up by an American security contractor itself, and the other is used by all security contractors. ”

After thinking for a while, Gu Weisu turned his face to look at Pan Guan: "According to the information about mercenaries that we have come into contact with in the past, I remember that they often accept anonymous commissions?" ”

Nodding quickly, Pan Guan replied in a low voice: "A large part of the mercenary's business comes from anonymous commissions. The so-called security contractors sometimes take on anonymous commissions. Often, anonymously commissioned missions fall short of light – remember the so-called security clearance that took place in Somalia a few years ago? ”

As soon as the words fell, the faces of Gu Weisu and Harbara were all gloomy......

In war-torn countries that are almost anarchic, the people who actually control those war-torn countries are often local warlords with a variety of national backgrounds. In return, these warlords often hand over their own transportation channels or mining and oil resources to the state or giant business organizations that support them for profit.

Whenever the warlords are not greedy and ask for too high a price, the countries and giant businesses that have provided them with weapons or other support will often give the warlords who have been so good to them a not-so-good-looking hat, and then prop up another less greedy warlord to replace the vicious dog that has been nourished.

And when the supported warlords are weak and cannot defeat the original warlords in a short period of time, some anonymous commissions with strong purpose and heavy killings will be issued among some mercenaries who are not informal.

For example, the so-called security clean-up operation is nothing more than a group of mercenaries with extremely strong combat ability and armed to the teeth, launching a combat operation to exterminate some warlords who have become disobedient. After creating a control vacuum, it is up to the newly established warlords to take advantage of the situation and seek greater benefits for certain countries and giant business institutions.

Because of this, this type of anonymous commission is also called a blood money operation.

Seeing that Gu Weisu and Halbara's faces were not so good-looking, Pan Guan hurriedly reached out and knocked on the table: "Let me remind you two - we are not wearing military uniforms now, don't bring the rules and ideas when wearing military uniforms here!" ”

Taking a deep breath, Gu Weisu reached out and rubbed his cheeks vigorously: "Understood...... Pan Guan, you haven't talked about your computer skills yet, have you? ”

Pushing away the cup in front of him, Pan Guan slowly stood up: "What kind of anonymous commission should I issue?" ”

Turning his head again to look at the sturdy men who were drinking and laughing in the bar, Gu Weisu's face suddenly flashed with a smile: "Haye, I remember that at the Naadam Conference, you not only knocked over more than a dozen good players who practiced Greco-Roman wrestling, but also poured down a group of girls who toasted you?" ”

Suddenly glaring at him, Halbara roared in a muffled voice: "Nonsense! I'm obviously a bunch of guys! ”

Smiling noncommittally, Gu Weisu turned his head to look at Pan Guan: "Pan Guan, I remember that you are a good player at blackjack, how are you doing Texas Hold'em?" ”

Looking back at the sturdy men in the corner of the bar who were playing Texas Hold'em and carrying military computers and short-frequency feeders, Pan Guan took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket, and then stuffed a stack of napkins on the table into his pocket: "Give it to me!" ”