"Captain Price, I'm sorry, Aaron said he wasn't there!" Hattie placed her coffee on the table with a subtle look on her face, and then she looked up at the third floor, where someone who said he wasn't there was squeezing at her on the railing.

"It's a shame that Aaron isn't here, and one of the gign team members asked me to bring him a greeting!" Price coughed, pulled out his phone, and began to read the text messages in an affectionate tone.

"Dear Aaron, colon, goodbye to the foxhole last time............"

"Ah, Captain Price, rare guest, why are you here, quick, Harty, take out the Moutai I bought last time, and make some more food, I'll have a few drinks with the captain!" Aaron slid down the stairs, then quickly hugged Price with a quick bear hug and whispered, "If you say anything more, I'll tell your wife about the last time we had a drink together and then with that hostess!" ”

"Ahem, Aaron, this Frenchman is really sour, look at what a big man wrote about this!" Price blinked, agreeing.

"You guys?" Three question marks popped up in Hattie's head, and she felt that these two guys were hiding something from her.

"What's the matter?" After Harty left, Aaron asked Price very seriously.

"Assad and Zakhaev!" Price pulled out a stack of papers from a folder next to him.

"Well, it looks like I can't do without me!" Aaron took the document and flipped through it page by page.

"Wizard? Voodoo? Shaman? Parasite? Is there still this thing in the Middle East? Aaron turned back to the first page and saw that it had the CIA mark.

"This was obtained from the Americans?"

"Yes, the Marines and local militia raided a secret base in northwestern Uzestan by Assad, a concentration camp where Assad held tens of thousands of slaves for experiments, and they also found that some of the guards could not kill them if they hit the vital point, and finally used the automatic cannon of the armored vehicle to kill those guys!"

"Same guy I saw in the sewers that day!" Aaron saw those clear pictures of the corpses.

"Yes, Dark Waters, MI6 is even considering whether to ask the Knights to dispatch!"

"Isn't the Order only active in the Commonwealth countries?"

"But now the situation forces them to go out and go around!"

"When are you leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow, there will be a night watchman transferred from Serbia to act with us!"

"Oh, it's Wesley, yes, what's our first stop?"

"The capital of Uzstan, where we assembled with the local militia!"

"What about the Russian side? That incident at the airport is no small matter! ”

"I talked to Rezenov, they will first carry out a series of offensives in the Caucasus to see if they can force Zakaev out!"

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"Damn, it's so hot in this place even in winter!" Aaron tugged at the scarf around his neck, because he was in the green zone, so he was just wearing the frame of the exoskeleton and the armor plate was removed.

"There will be air conditioning later!" Soap pointed to the sky in the distance, and Aaron saw a UH1 Huey helicopter approaching, with a man standing on the right pedal of the plane.

"Wesley, this guy is good enough!" Aaron lowered his binoculars and walked to the helicopter landing site.

"Hey, bro, you look like like this!"

Wesley was wearing a dirty desert-colored combat uniform, his face was smoky, and his hands were black, the only white thing being his teeth when he grinned widely.

"It's hard to keep this place clean!" Wesley stepped forward and hugged Aaron, then beckoned everyone to get on the plane.

"We've set up a fire base outside the city and prepared hot water and beds for you, well, beer and a barbecue meal!"

"Sounds good, looks like we're making good progress here?" Price poked his head out of the engine room to see a fleet of A2 Abrams main battle tanks patrolling the city's main thoroughfares.

"It's okay, the Assad army is now losing ground and those Yankees are already building silos in the base, and it is estimated that in another week, Tomahawks will be launched there!" Wesley said lightly.

"And what about those parasites, is there anything that can be said?"

"The only thing we can do at the moment is to burn all the corpses, but the only good thing is that Assad is reluctant to use those things on his army, and those slave soldiers are food delivery for the firepower of the American army!"

"Anyway, I haven't heard of these things before!"

"That was his last straw, we asked the commanders of the local militia, and they all said that they had never seen this thing, but that some local tribes living in seclusion in the mountains would use it!"

"Sounds like an Indian snake man!"

The helicopter flew dozens of kilometers and landed at a heavily guarded military base, and then Aaron saw several old acquaintances, including the female militia commander Karin and Alex who he had known before.

"It looks like Assad is going to die this time!" Aaron was also shocked to see such a huge battle.

"He must pay for what he has done!" Carlin is colored.

"That's right, he must pay with blood!" Carlin's brother hurriedly chimed in.

In fact, the local militia led by Carlin actually didn't want to get involved in this matter, isn't it good to watch the U.S. military slap Assad to death? When the U.S. military finishes cleaning up Assad, they are running out to clean up the mess, isn't it fragrant, maybe they can be a female president or something, but the good thing is that the slaves captured by Assad are basically Kalin's people, although they all believe in real pigs, but the factions of faith are different, so Assad persecuted these people without any psychological burden.

"So do we have any clues? About Assad! Price dropped his luggage to the orderly and turned to look at Alex.

"There is intelligence that Assad is seeking the support of some tribal chiefs on the border, his army is now suffering huge losses, and he needs more troops, so our plan is to wait for him to meet with the tribal chieftain, we will go and take this guy to the pot!"

"So we're coming, do we have to wait?"

"If you have another solution, I'd love to do it!" Alex shook his shoulders at Aaron.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Help me train the local militia first!"