Verse 82 - Ayisulu's Red Scorpion Banner

"When the knife of the person who eats our food is swung at the neck of others, the knife of others is already on our neck." Yakov laughed at himself a few words, and his eyes moved to Lin Mo, "How are Aji's family?" "Apparently Yakov and Aggie have a great relationship.

"Aji's wife is also dead, and there is only one son left, named Bucha, I was already an orphan when I found him, and he was mixed with a bunch of imps who also had no home, and he didn't have enough to eat every day, and no one cared about him, and when I left, I entrusted him and those imps to my Kazakh companions, if you have time, you can go and see them, my Kazakh friend is called Burranbai, and I asked his second son, Baltabok, to take Bucha and them away, on the steppe near the town where Aji lives."

Lin Mo told Yakov the ins and outs of Aggie's death, which he took out from the mouth of Ralph, the murderer of Aggie, and took out the iPad in his backpack to show Yakov the photos of Bucha taken.

Yakov looked at Bucha's hopeful face, his rough fingers.xzsj8. slowly moving on the iPad screen, with a kind smile on his face, and muttered: "Aggie's son is so handsome, and when he grows up, he is a good shepherd, and the girls don't love him anymore." ”

"It's okay, it's not a way to let Aji's son Buka follow someone like us who has no tomorrow today, Morin, thank you so much!" Yakov was full of affection for Lin Mo, who met for the first time, although he hadn't heard Aggie mention it before, but he was able to come over with Aji's broken blade knife, and took the initiative to arrange Aji's son's future life, even if the relationship was average, this kindness was undoubted.

"Say, Morin, what do you need us to do this time, in a word, the bullets like a sandstorm will come, and I, the lone wolf, Yakov, will never frown." Yakov patted his chest and assured that he was completely wary of Lin Mo, who exchanged his sincerity and behavior for his highest respect.

"My goal this time is to get rid of the Red Scorpion's air base, and if I can, kill Lawrence. Kotler, the guy nicknamed 'Golden Scorpion Tail'. Lin Mo explained his intention directly to Yakov, took out a cloth bag as big as a football from his backpack and stuffed it in front of Yakov, "This is the reward, I won't let you do it in vain, everything will come according to the rules." ”

"What is this?" Yakov took the cloth bag suspiciously, opened it and looked at it, his eyes immediately widened, "This, this is" He swallowed desperately, never imagined that his heart could be so strongly stimulated.

Yakov was incoherent, and his bag was full of gold nuggets and stacks of thick dollars, a fortune that completely dazzled his eyes.

These are all the family resources of the gang that Lin Mo seized from the gang leader Ralph in the town, and the original operation funds were only enough for Lin Mo to approach the control area of the "Red Scorpion", and then find a way to sneak in.

However, now Lin Mo has a lot of money, and he can hire Yakov's team for his own use, which is equivalent to having an extra army in his hands, although his combat effectiveness is not good in Lin Mo's eyes, he is also a person who has been on the battlefield and dares to fight and kill.

This is the rule of "agent", and it is also a big business, human favor must be done, business must be done, Yakov's eyes turned red, panting, swallowing saliva, and said fiercely: "I can't bear the sheep, I can't catch the wolf, I'll do it." ”

Rich and dangerous, Yakov understood what Lin Mo meant, this was a big deal, he didn't hesitate to agree, quickly tied his pockets, and couldn't help but think in his heart, after finishing this vote, recruit troops and horses for the team to change their clothes, a few old AKs have been polished out of rifling, and they can't even catch up with the sabre.

Lin Mo had no idea that the price he paid was enough to make ten teams like Yakov fight for him, but at least the deal was negotiated.

People are not as good as heaven, and the various accidents that Lin Mo encountered have made unpredictable changes in the entire action plan.

There is a basin in the Kizilkum Sand Sea with a small oasis, and the people in the desert call it Ayisulu, which means beautiful moon, and there is a lake in the center of the basin, which is one of the few places where water is abundant.

The basin has a small amount of arable land for the cultivation of drugs and vegetables, and nearly 50,000 people live around the lake, making it one of the few large populations in the desert that caravans traveling through the desert would choose as a stopover, so it is also a huge desert transit point.

Ayisulu has an independent administrative and law enforcement system, and the uniformly dressed desert camouflage soldiers do not belong to the Kazakh government or the Uzbek government, but only belong to the "red scorpion" armed here, and you can see a red scorpion with a pair of large pincers in the middle of the yellow background everywhere here, representing the most famous desert red scorpion in the Kizilkum desert.

The sparkling Moon Lake reflects countless specks of sunlight like broken gold, and the unique microclimate ecosystem in the basin makes the comfort far greater than the surrounding sand sea, and you can jump into the lake anytime and anywhere to enjoy the cool water without enjoying the taste of the dry air baking your lungs.

On the surface of the lake, several Persian beauties in bikinis are laughing and playing in the lake, **** looming in the water waves, which seems to be able to arouse the men's ** at any time.

A large Cuban cigar was placed on the edge of the ashtray, and the hand that put down the cigar picked up a crystal goblet from the small square table where the ashtray was placed, and in the cup was a pool of bright red French Bordeaux, slightly rippling, exuding the sweet aroma of wine.

The owner of the hand raised the goblet, brought it to his lips and drank it all, squinting at the mermaids frolicking in the water not far away, enjoying the beautiful afternoon sun.

"Mr. Lawrence, a team of 200 people appeared on the border of Ayisulu, saying that they were beaten by government troops and couldn't get along, and they wanted to eat here with us."

A young man wearing a small square hat with Islamic religious characteristics stood not far from the man who had finished drinking red wine, bowing humbly, bowing his head without a trace of disrespect, and looking straight at his toes.

"Well, do you know what kind of team it is?" The man gently lowered his wine glass, and his tone and voice were elegant, and he glanced at the young man in the square hat who reported to him.

"It's the lone wolf Yakov's team, there were originally more than two hundred people, and now there are less than a hundred left."

"When these guys have benefits, they only care about themselves, they are scattered, they think they insist on the glory of being the head of the chicken rather than the tail of the ox, one is more backbone than the other, and now it is better, and finally know that it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree" The man whispered a few words to himself, nodded, "Well, I see, after breaking them up, arrange them in Natasha's team, find a few people to keep an eye on it, and see if there is any problem." ”

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence!" The young man in the little square hat respectfully walked backwards and left.

The empty goblet on the small square table was once again poured with a light layer of Bordeaux red wine by the attendant on the side, Mr. Lawrence took another sip, thought thoughtfully for a while, shook his hand and snapped his fingers, "Send someone to check how the performance of the arms caravan we have sent out recently, make a report and count it for me, and see how much liquidity there is, I will use it recently." ”

"Yes!" A Slav in a light suit who hurried over at the snap of his fingers at Mr. Lawrence nodded, took note of Mr. Lawrence's words, and quickly turned away.

The gaze shifted to Mr. Lawrence himself, but he was a personable middle-aged white man, with thick coffee-colored hair combed to a shiny finish, a typical successful person's appearance, and his every move carried the temperament of a superior who held the power of life and death.

He is none other than the "Red Scorpion" brain character Lawrence Brown, who was introduced by Lieutenant Colonel Xie Fengdao, the leader of the "Dark Night" intelligence group, to Colonel Feng, the leader of the "Dark Night" group. Kotler, who has a firm grip on everything in the entire "Red Scorpion" organization, makes huge profits by producing arms and smuggling drugs, and is also one of the most influential armed groups in this desert.

"Lawrence, hello.xzsj8. A young black man appears in the "Red Scorpion" boss Lawrence. Beside Kotler, he took out a cigar worth dozens of dollars from the cigar box on the small square table, neatly cut off the two ends, took out a zippo lighter, threw a beautiful flower job on his hand, burst out of the flame and lit one end.

"Uh-huh, well, good smoke! Good smoke!" The young black man smoked a cigar with pleasure, he was not a Central Asian face, but a face that was completely indistinguishable from that of an East Asian, thin, with piercing eyes, and a pair of sunglasses, more like an ordinary young man in China, Japan, or Singapore.

Lawrence. Kotler seemed to be very self-contained, and was quite tolerant of the black young man's behavior of not telling himself, and did not mean to be angry, but asked with curiosity: "House, you are back, how are things going?" ”

"It's a pity that it's a step late, the line is broken, it seems that someone feels it, I buried several 'nails' were all pulled out, and the remaining few hidden deep I didn't dare to move, first wait for the wind to say, the current business is not good, it was almost possible to get China's 'avant-garde-4' anti-aircraft missiles and 'Red Arrow-8' anti-tank missiles out, we can find a relationship to imitate, and have one more way to make money, but unfortunately it is a little bit worse, and the whole team was wiped out before the border, our loss on this trip is not small, in ** Fang also dispatched fighter jets for this purpose, the pilots were so powerful, they couldn't beat it down with the 'Qianwei-4', is it possible that China's J-1O still has a lot of unknown performance? I've heard that the 'Avantgarde-4' is even more powerful than the Stinger, and I'm wondering if we're going to target the J-1O next time. The young black East Asian man whom Lawrence called House said as he puffed on a smoke ring.

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