Battlefield Contract Worker

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Special Operations Department

An off-road team came at the fastest speed. After circling the area near the hospital and determining that there was no threat, an armed vehicle quickly approached the hospital to observe the target area, while other vehicles expanded their surveillance range and began to search the wider area.

The smoke from the battlefield has not yet dissipated. Following the smoke, these armed vehicles immediately discovered more than a dozen corpses outside the hospital. After a little observation, the vehicle stopped nearby. Investigation and Evaluation.

After receiving a message from the nearby team members, one of the militants wearing a black mask raised his M4 carbine and gestured to the whole team to prepare. His face was grim, and the team members knew that this was not the time for jokes, and loudly announced their status on the individual radio station neatly. The leading militants made a gesture with their hands, indicating a cautious search.

The convoy was in an open space outside the hospital where the previous battle had been fought, and a group of armed men filed out of the car. The leader of the militants ordered to stand by, and several militants had already gotten out of the car and searched, obviously with disappointment in their eyes.

An entire squad died.

This militant felt the blood rushed to his head. It was certain that someone had raided here. Their actions must be secretive and fast, because even the always alert mercenaries had not had time to respond. Soon they found a place where there was a fierce exchange of fire. The leader sent two team members over and instructed them to pay attention to screening the bodies. The remaining team members began to identify the dead nearby and put the bodies and backpacks of the previous mercenaries. Move to the car.

"The battle has just ended, and the attackers must not have gone far." The masked militant leader picked up the casing of a smoke bomb and sniffed it under his nose. "No other vehicles were found nearby, only on two legs, where can they go? Maybe they are still here, in the hospital."

The leader immediately divided the remaining players around him into two teams and asked them to cooperate with two armed vehicles to search the nearby area.

The militant leader was a little uneasy. He walked to the side of the armed truck and looked at the corpses of the mercenaries before, who died silently in a foreign land. When he died, although the safety of the gun had been opened, there was no time to fire a bullet, which shows how suddenly the enemy appeared.

But what will these attackers do next? The militant leader wakes up. This is not a very stable area. The attackers have to leave here in the shortest time, but there is no means of transportation here, and they can't run far with their two legs. What will they do? Like his, the attackers must still be here.

Their goal, is it?

Just then, he heard the sound of a gun being pulled from behind him.

The militant leader turned his head in surprise and saw a man wearing a mask standing a few meters away. A few quick-eyed mercenaries were aiming at him with their rifles, but the man raised his left hand high, and in his hand there was a Wireless remote control, there is a green light flashing on the remote control.

"Gentlemen, there's plenty of explosives here, enough to blow us all to hell."

The man holding the remote control is the sausage. He wears a mask on his head, revealing only a pair of sly eyes. "So, it's best not to shoot."

"Nonsense, where are the explosives? We searched here, but there is nothing here." The militant leader looked at the person in front of him coldly, and reached out to press his companion's rifle.

"You think I'm scaring you?" Sausage smiled. "Look at the backpacks of those corpses."

The militant glanced at the corpse in the car and stood there without moving. Two of his men immediately ran over and opened the corpse's backpack.

"It wasn't you who called me before." The militant leader looked at the sausage. "What shall I call you?"

"You can call me Mr. Bomb if you want." Sausage smiled. "Actually, I don't mind whatever you call me."

"Don't move" Sausage suddenly raised his voice and pointed at the mercenaries with the remote control in his hand. "Be careful, any stupid thing you do will make everyone unlucky, not just you."

The militant leader glanced at the mercenary who was about to take the explosives out of his backpack, and winked imperceptibly. The mercenary could only let go and take a few steps back.

"Mr. Bomb" the militant leader sneered, "Do you think this is cool? We have more people than you, do you think you can control the situation?"

Sausage pressed the remote control in his hand without hesitation, and the green light suddenly turned red.

"This is a pressure-controlled remote control, military standard. Now as long as the strength in my hands is relaxed a little, everyone is completely finished. Is this enough for me to control the situation?" Sausage said bluntly, "I'll call you now. Those idiots, standing where I can see. The two at my seven o'clock, and the three o'clock that is creeping up."

The militant leader was stunned for a while, so he had to let his mercenaries stand beside him. "You know I won't compromise, sir."

Sausage shrugged. "I know you won't compromise easily, but you will always compromise."

At this time, the leader of the militants had already realized that the scene was wrong and could only jump out of the car. "What the **** is going on, who are you? What do you want?!"

"We just wanted to talk, but if you mess around, I'll blow up the car into a pile of scrap metal, and blow you and myself into a cloud of air." Sausage sneered, "The decision is yours now."

The leader of the militants; looked at the sausage with a sneer, "You dare to threaten us? Then let go. At this distance, even if we die, you will be blown into a **** mess."

Sausage looked at him with a deep sarcasm in his eyes. "I don't think there's anything unacceptable for a dozen or so. But do you really stop thinking about it?"

The militant leader was speechless, but his nervousness was obvious, the mercenaries under him were not so calm, and he suddenly jumped in front of the leader.

"Don't be impulsive, listen to what he has to say and get him and his bomb out of the way. We don't have to risk ourselves, sir."

The militants still didn't look away from the sausage's face.

"He's bluffing. No one is going to die, and even if someone were to die, it wouldn't be us." The militant leader sneered.

The sausage was silent, and the scene was dead silent.

"Why don't you let go?" The militant leader suddenly raised his voice, but Lai Sausage didn't move, he didn't even blink his eyes, instead he showed a smile.

"Then why didn't you shoot?"

The militant leader gritted his teeth, raised his M4 carbine, and slowly aimed at the sausage's head.

A mercenary stepped forward and hugged him. "Sir, what are you doing? You'll hurt us by doing this."

The leader hesitated. The sausage slowly walked towards them, and the distance was close, and everyone could see the mocking smile in the sausage's eyes.

Then Lin Rui came out from behind the wall, "Well done, it seems that the situation is under control, we can talk now."

The militants were all taken aback, they had been attracted too much attention by the sausage. Unexpectedly, Lin Rui was already by their side.

"Let's start with a self-introduction? Who are you?" Lin Rui looked at the masked militant leader.

"We are mercenaries. We originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the conflict between Rosefield and Ukere to make a living. But we were hired by local armed forces. Because I heard that there are some babies hidden in some hospitals, and most of them are in Europe. It takes a lot of money to give birth. To redeem these babies, they must pay. So we…”

Before the militant could finish his words, Lin Rui waved his hand to interrupt him. "It's okay to deceive those militiamen for these reasons. I have carefully observed the bodies you left before, which makes me think that you are not just people making small money. Just the head of the pot, you can see that he is a Marine. And these brothers under your command, all of them are also very skilled.

People who can pay to hire you are certainly not unable to pay. You don't care about this petty profit. The so-called kidnapping of babies for ransom is basically deceiving those militiamen. "

"It seems that you know a lot." The militant leader snapped, "Who are you?"

"Don't be so nervous, we just agreed to chat." Lin Rui smiled. "Although I don't yet know what your real goals are. But I can be sure that your boss is an American."

"It's just nonsense. The Americans have publicly stated that they will not intervene in the conflict between Rosefield and Ukere." The militant leader snapped.

"That only refers to regular troops. In fact, the more they make such statements, the more opportunities there are for private mercenary companies." Lin Rui smiled, "It's better to tell me the truth. Otherwise, don't blame me for not doing so. You're welcome."

The militant leader asked back, "How do you know my employer is American?"

"Your brothers also have body armor. This type of body armor is custom made and comes from the CIA's special operations department. So, it is clear who your employer is. I have some in this special operations department. Familiar, it is said that they are also the first advance team to enter Iraq. They are mixed with the elite Joint Special Operations Command JSOC composed of SEALs and Delta Force to carry out special tasks in the early stage, including very high-risk reconnaissance activities.” Lin. Rui smiled.

"You do know a lot. It seems that I underestimated you, at least you are much smarter than I thought." The militant leader frowned.

"Because what they want is intelligence, even if they go to the front line, the people of the special operations department will not necessarily dress up as soldiers, which will only make them easier to be targeted. Reporters and medical rescuers are more common disguises. Although sometimes they also wear Carbines, night vision goggles, and bulletproof vests protect themselves, but they may not directly confront other armed forces. You fit such characteristics.

Mixed into the local armed forces as a mercenary. And then tricking them into so-called baby kidnappings to make money, I'm afraid these are all excuses. You just want to search this hospital and get what you want. So even though your crew is operating with Ukre's militias, they are actually under your command, so you have them report directly to you. That's where the previous phone call came from. "Lin Rui mocked.

"Maybe this is just your guess, and it's not necessarily true." The militant leader said.

"It's true, but it's not really important to me." Lin Rui shrugged, "We are the ones in control. So whether you are from the Special Operations Department or mercenaries hired by them. For me There is no difference.”

"Then who are you and why are you here?" the militant leader gritted his teeth.

"We are mercenaries, so I'm not lying to you." Lin Rui shrugged, "And our mission is likely to conflict with yours."

"Do you know what our mission is?" The militant leader suddenly became nervous.

"There are so many places you don't go to, but you come to this remote hospital, and you have to make up such lies and let the militia unit cover you. So the purpose of your mission is almost clear. Your goal is not the hospital, but hiding in the The laboratory below the hospital. What do you want from that biochemical laboratory?" Lin Rui asked rhetorically.

"This has nothing to do with you." The militant leader sneered.

"It is related, and it is very related. Because our mission is to get something from there." Lin Rui shrugged.

"You guys, what are you doing?" The leader of the militants slammed down the weapons on his shoulders, and the other subordinates also raised their guns at Lin Rui.

At this point, Sausage fiddled with the wireless remote again. "I suggest that everyone stay calm."

The militant leader gritted his teeth in anger~www.readwn.com~ I have a suggestion. "Lin Rui said slowly, "We can avoid fighting." Anyway, our mission is to retrieve the data in the biological laboratory. It is better to come to a consensus so that we can all accomplish our respective tasks. "

"What do you mean?" the militant leader frowned.

"The data in the laboratory, we will get it first, and you will follow. Anyway, our task is to find the data and bring it back. The employer won't ask me where these things come from. We can make money for everyone. "Lin Rui smiled slightly.

"What about my brothers? They just died in vain?" The militant leader was furious.

"But if you don't obey, you'll die too, that's really a dead death. My suggestion is fair, my people go first to find the information. After five hours, you can go in again. Anyway, we're inside, It is impossible to escape. And the sausage has a remote control detonator, which can control you. In this way, we can both cooperate and complete our tasks. What do you think?" Lin Rui made a gesture.

"What if I don't agree?" the militant leader snapped.

(End of this chapter)