(Add more to ask for a reward, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a follow-up)

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In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is normal that the ammunition consumed by the squad needs to be purchased from the company.

After all, it's not an ordinary company, and the consumables are pens, paper, or something.

A bullet or a grenade may seem like nothing, but if it is wasted, it can cost thousands of dollars to shoot a shot.

But what about RPGs, anti-tank missiles, drones, etc.?

It would be strange if the company was not constrained.

Ordinary employees, from firearms to bullets, are batch products that the company supplies free of charge, but the P1 squad is obviously not good.

Let's just say that this body armor, different manufacturers, different batches, different prices, and different bulletproof properties, the imperial barrier will not purchase the worst, but it is not enough to purchase the best.

The same concept is also in firearms, Golden Retriever has mentioned before that their guns are not assembly line products, they are all individually customized, with higher accuracy and lower failure rate.

Others, including night vision devices on the head, pickup headphones, scopes, clothes worn on the body, and body armor, are all high-end goods.

For the poet's 8x white light sight, the price is as high as $4,000, which these companies cannot provide.

Moreover, this is still the price of buying in the United States, and when it comes to Baghdad, this kind of military goods will be at least 2 times more, and some high-end goods can be 5 times more!

So, to fight a war is to fight for money!

In view of this attack, Wang Zhen suggested that it would be best to get a few smoke bombs, which would be very useful for both retreat and attack.

On the way back, Wang Zhen suddenly asked, "Is there that kind of bulletproof mask?" ”

Today's experience of being grazed by a stray bullet on his shoulder made him a little scared.

"Yes, but I have to find someone to customize it alone, what's wrong?" The Golden Retriever asked.

"We'd better get one with us, at least we won't die from a stray bullet in the face."

"It's very uncomfortable, and it affects the action, and it affects the accuracy of the design." The golden retriever compared the style of a helmet with a bulletproof mask, like a motorcycle helmet, "Finally, you can't wear night vision devices with a mask." ”

"There's no such thing as lightweight?"

"Well, there are, like the kind of prom masks, but the bulletproof effect is relatively poor, that is, to resist the pistol bullets, and it can't be a large caliber."

"Let's try it then."

Chatting, returning to his lodgings to take a shower and change his clothes, Wang Zhen took out his laptop borrowed from the Imperial Fortress and uploaded the photos and videos taken on his phone.

Holding the mobile phone, Wang Zhen thought about it and went to find the golden retriever, "The phone number given by Daryl, the phone number of a CIA intelligence officer in Iraq, a former Iraqi Special Security Service, I want to ask them to see if I can find out who attacked us." ”

"Is it necessary? The cost of intelligence consulting has historically been high. "It's just an idle move for the golden retriever to let Wang Zhen look for information on the spot, after all, Wang Zhen is very smart.

"I don't know if it's useful, but it's not a bad thing to know more."

The golden retriever thought for a while and said: "The commission for our mission this time is limited, the mission period is three months, but the total commission is only 300,000 US dollars, and we can't afford too high intelligence expenditure." ”

Wang Zhenmo calculated, as the captain, the golden retriever took two copies, one for each of them, which was equal to 7 people, and each of them was 42,800.

Based on three months and 90 days, it is equivalent to 475 combat allowances per day.

As for whether the price is high or low, Wang Zhen is really hard to say.

Three months without a break may not seem like much, but considering that it is not attacked every day, it is relatively high.

"Let's ask first." Wang Zhen thought about it or fought for it.

The golden retriever nodded, Wang Zhen picked up the phone and dialed out, first called the CIA people, in his impression, the American CIA, that must be the most powerful intelligence organization in the world.

"Hello, Mr. John, I am from the Imperial Barrier, and Mr. Daryl will ......"

"Talk about things." An impatient voice interrupted Wang Zhen's self-introduction, and it was clear that the other side didn't care who exactly who was calling.

Wang Zhen choked up, but didn't mind, and continued to ask: "We were attacked by a group of people near Madin Highway into Baghdad at noon today, and I want to know who attacked us. ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and after about 5 minutes, if it weren't for the busy voice Wang Zhen thought he hung up, the impatient voice came out, "$300,000." ”

Wang Zhen almost spurted blood, it was so dark!

"This price is too expensive, can it be cheaper?"

After Wang Zhen finished speaking, a busy voice came from the phone.

"Fake, hang up?!" Wang Zhen's eyes widened, and his face was incredible, "Do you know what it means that a customer is God!" ”

The golden retriever held back a smile on the side, "I heard that the CIA does not bargain for takeaway information. ”

"Then you didn't say it earlier?"

"I didn't expect it to be so expensive, I can't afford it anyway."

"But why is it so expensive?" Wang Zhen spreads his hands.

"Don't ask me, I don't understand, that group of intelligence people have their own set of theories." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"Forget it, ask the Iraqis, the Americans are still too expensive." Wang Zhen is not dead yet.

The phone called, this time he finished introducing himself, Wang Zhen was very pleased, when he asked for information, Wang Zhen changed his method, he wanted an interview.

The other party gave an address, it was in the green zone, the golden retriever shouted a bayonet, and the three of them went together.

The meeting took place in a non-remarkable teahouse, which is ubiquitous in Baghdad, and when he entered the teahouse, the golden retriever said, "Look for Rahman." ”

Immediately someone led them up to the second floor.

Rahman, an Iraqi, is likely to have more contact with foreign countries, so he wears a gray T-shirt and blue jeans, looking in his 40s and quite handsome.

Meeting and shaking hands, Wang Zhen introduced himself: "You can call me Wang." ”

Golden retrievers and bayonets were not introduced, there was no need.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, this is Mr. Golden Retriever and Mr. Bayonet." Rahman smiled and shook hands with each other.

An intelligence peddler, knowing that the other party is from the imperial barrier, if he doesn't know who the people are, then he can retire.

Wang Zhen glanced at the smiling Rahman, knowing that the other party had no malicious intent, just to show his strength.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Zhen took out his notebook and opened it, clicked on the picture and pushed it to Rahman, "I want to know, what does this tattoo mean?" Does it have a special meaning? What is the origin of the names of these people? ”

Learn the previous lesson and ask directly about the result that the price is too expensive.

"Three questions, the first cooperation, in order to show sincerity, the first question is given away for free." Rahman laughs, "Theoretically, YSL doesn't allow tattoos, but some MSLs who have a strong faith will tattoo them on their bodies. ”

"Firm or tattooed?" Wang Zhen frowned, and then thought of something, "Terrorist? ”

"That's the second question, $3,000."

"Yes." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, damn, this money is too easy to make.

"Internationally recognized terrorists like to get this kind of tattoo, and here's ......," Rahman said, pointing to the tattoo on the computer screen, "and here it means killing several infidels, and judging from the tattoos, this person has killed 3 people, this person has killed 5 people, this person has killed 26 people." ”

Wang Zhen rubbed his teeth, and the last one was the tattoo on the veteran who hit the donkey.