Battlefield Contractor

The three followed Colonel Mubarak and came to Colonel Mubarak's study.

The colonel’s wife just wanted to greet the guests but was stopped by Mubarak, “Go back to your room, we need to talk about something.”

"I just want to help you prepare some coffee." The colonel's wife is in her 50s. Compared to Mubarak, she looks a bit older, but very kind.

"Madam, I want black coffee, no sugar, thank you!" Lin Rui nodded to her, and raised the champagne in his hand. "Also, please bring us some glasses."

"Of course, please wait a moment." The colonel's wife turned and left. After a while, I brought a few cups of coffee and a few goblets.

"Okay, you go back." Colonel Mubarak waved his hand. After his wife left, he turned to Lin Rui, "I know what you mean, you are trying to threaten me. You think I am a 50-year-old old man with a family and children. I will definitely be affected by you. Threat."

"Colonel, you may be wrong, I can't threaten you with champagne." Lin Rui shook his head at him, "This time we are really sincere to visit.

You can see that you are a soldier who insists on principles. This is worth admiring. There are fewer and fewer people of this kind. But general, you better understand that, whether you admit it or not, we are actually professional soldiers. "

"Ha! A group of indiscriminate mercenaries, dare to say that they are professional soldiers." Colonel Mubarak sneered, "You are really the most shameless person I have ever seen."

"General, I have to correct you a bit. We are a private military company, but we are not a mercenary that you mean by your mouth. Although our work is also charged. But what kind of work in this world is not charged? Unless it is. Be a volunteer.

In my opinion, it is not too shameful to rely on one's own professional skills and work hard to make money. Just like a colonel, if the army doesn't pay you, then you might consider changing your job. "Lin Rui shrugged.

"Huh." Colonel Mubarak glanced at him and didn't speak.

"We are here this time mainly to prove to you, Colonel Mubarak, that we are not mercenaries who are indiscriminate. We will put forward our reasonable demands and will never abuse violence under normal circumstances.

Because our violence is work, it is a commodity, it is sold to customers, and it is also our livelihood. "Lin Rui said with a smile.

"Why? Change your strategy now and come to me to pretend to be pitiful and ask to release people? You mean you are forced to be mercenaries, because of your livelihood, it is very difficult. I want to ask me to raise your hands and let you go. People?" Colonel Mubarak looked at him and said, "But as far as I know, you are all executioners with **** hands. You are not even as executioners. As long as anyone pays, you will help who kills."

"Wrong, we collect money to help people fight. Not to help people kill people. Killing is a crime, because it is usually unilateral. But fighting is different. When you fight, you will kill people, but it is also possible. Killed by the opponent.

This is why, we usually understand this profession as a high-risk profession. So what I want to say is that although your brother died on the battlefield, he may have died in the armed forces of Western Sahara, or he may have died in the hands of our mercenaries.

But this is really no blame for others. When a soldier walks on the battlefield, it means that he is ready to die. If he can't do this, then he is not even worthy of being a soldier, let alone a hero. Lin Rui shook his head.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to comment on my brother? He died for the country and is the hero of the Moroccan people." Colonel Mubarak said loudly.

"I just want to tell you that he was doomed the moment he went on the battlefield. He was either dead or alive. No one is responsible for his death.

Morocco does not, nor Western Sahara, you do not, nor do we have any responsibility. Because this is determined by the war itself, this is the fate of being a soldier. If you regard this as a kind of personal enmity, then unfortunately, you are too narrow.

Because war is war, and soldiers are the main body of war. They enjoy the glory of war and will also suffer the sins of war. War is unfair, but war is fair.

You can’t blame your opponent for your failure. Otherwise, you are naive. "The actuary Jiangan sighed.

"Shut up, I only know that if it were not for you, he would not die at all. It was you who caused this failure of the Moroccan army, and you caused his death. I will never forgive you, and you should not expect to use it. This attitude was exchanged for my forgiveness.

I will not release those mercenaries. Someone has to pay for it. I said it a long time ago, even if they fell into my hands, even if they were unlucky. "Colonel Mubarak gritted his teeth.

"From the time we entered the door to the present, there has been no word asking you to release them." Lin Rui shook his head.

"Then what are you here for?" Colonel Mubarak sneered. "Are you here to chat with me?"

"It's not just for chatting, it's more for celebration." Lin Rui looked at Colonel Mubarak.

"Celebrate?" Colonel Mubarak frowned. "What is there to celebrate?"

"Your brother died on the battlefield. Although he was killed, only his ashes were sent back, but he died dignified. You used dishonorable means to kill a few mercenaries and thought you were revenge for him.

Now that you have revenge, you must be full of happiness in your heart now. So to celebrate, so I brought champagne. Lin Rui nodded.

He slowly unscrewed the cap of the champagne and patted the bottom of the bottle. With a "bang", the champagne was opened and poured into several goblets.

Colonel Mubarak looked at him, "Don't you feel sad? You wanted to save them before."

"All of us, except life, is death. We are stronger than you think. Since we have embarked on this road, we know that there is no possibility of turning back. I want to be sad, but I can't feel sad. I just want to open a bottle of wine for My brothers are seeing off. At the same time to celebrate your public revenge." Lin Rui took the wine glass and drank it.

At this moment, Colonel Mubarak's phone rang. He picked up the phone and listened to a few words. His complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly turned his head and stared at Lin Rui, "What the **** did you do?!"

"What did you do?" Lin Rui said pretendingly, holding a wine glass in his hand, "As you can see, we seem to be drinking."

"It should be drinking." Picking up the shore and taking a sip of champagne, "It's still French champagne, from the famous winery in Reims, France. The name of this wine seems to be Princess Louis, and it is said that it tastes like a woman. Faint.

I wonder if Colonel Mubarak feels like this? "