Opening the car door, a few of us jumped out of the military vehicle, and there was nothing to do at that station, and the momentum of those guys suddenly became half a cut shorter, this is the difference between killing one person and killing tens of millions of people, they are far worse than ferocity and murder.

"Oh, mighty Caesar mercenaries, welcome to Peshawar!" Hamid opened his arms with a smile on his face, and his enthusiasm was a little overwhelming.

"You're welcome, Mr. Hamid, I'm Colonel Reis, Caesar's captain, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The captain stepped forward and politely hugged him.

"I've heard of Captain Reis's name for a long time, and it's an honor for me to work with Caesar's mercenaries!" Hamid was full of smiles, and the scene was full of words, and at first glance he was an old fritter who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years.

The captain paused slightly, because Hamid was talking about cooperation, we are not here to cooperate with him, if someone pays us to kill him, then we can consider it, if we help him do things, we will feel very embarrassed, and damage Caesar's reputation.

Hamid was by no means casual in his words, but it was inconvenient to ask now, the captain just nodded and smiled, and said, "It was the U.S. Military Department that asked me to come to you to find out about Kabal's problem." "The captain is also an old oilman, and he directly pushed the problem onto the Americans, and told him clearly that this is not a private cooperation, and it should not be confused.

"I know this, I received a notice from the Americans, but I recently got another important piece of news, maybe you will be interested!" Hamid chuckled and stared into the captain's eyes.

The captain was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly laughed and said, "Maybe we can talk." ”

"Please, I've got the best wine for you!" Hamid waved his hand, and his men pushed open the door to the warehouse, and then warmly beckoned us in.

I walked to the end of the crowd with my M200 in my sunglasses, and when I got to the door, I turned around and glanced at the Flying Eagle, who was holding an M4 carbine, took a cigar out of his arms, stood in the doorway, lit it, and then crouched there and swallowed the clouds.

"What are you doing, come in!" I deliberately turned around and asked.

"You go first, I'm addicted to cigarettes, smoke a cigar and then go in!" The eagle shook the cigar between his fingers.

"Okay, then hurry up!" I made an ok gesture, and then walked a few steps briskly to catch up with the team in front of me, and walked into the warehouse, the flying eagle deliberately left the control gate, once something happened, this is our way out, otherwise as soon as the door is closed, we will become turtles in the urn.

The warehouse was full of messy goods, including grain, munitions, and unprocessed marijuana, and Hamid didn't hide it from us, and it was just on the surface, and I don't know if it was a deliberate show of how big his business was, or if he had something else going on.

Descending the stairs to the second floor, Hamid led us to a huge reception room, luxuriously decorated and a world away from the outside.

"Don't sit casually, when you get here, you'll be at your own home." Hamid sat on the sofa and said, "This is my private place, outsiders can't come in, I usually live here most of the time." ”

"You're really going to enjoy it!" The captain sat on the leather sofa opposite Hamid, habitually cocking Erlang's legs, Pandora and I stood behind him, I leaned against the wall, holding the delicate knife given to me by Artemis in my hand to leisurely trim my nails, Pandora leaned against the back of the sofa, crossed her shoulders and looked out the window in a daze, as if no one's attention was on the captain.

The others were scattered in all corners of the reception room, sitting or standing busy with their own business, as if they did not know each other, and did not say a word.

Hamid's bodyguards sat on the couch behind him in a regular manner, always holding guns in their hands, and they didn't ask us to hand over our weapons, so the room full of murder weapons looked more like a war.

"The hardest thing in a person's life is to enjoy, don't think I like to live here, that's no way, there are too many people who want my life, only here is safe!" Hamid sighed, looking very helpless, but definitely not repentant.

"One another, our enemies more!" The captain smiled and continued, "Let's get down to business, where is Cabal's hideout?" ”

Hamid shook his head and said innocently, "I don't know! ”

"Don't know? I didn't come all this way to hear those three words from you. The captain was expressionless, but his tone was a little cold.

"That guy is so smart, how could he leak his hiding place to me!" "I've only met him twice, both because of the arms deal, and he's buying arms for al-Qaeda." ”

"Are you sure it's Cabal?" The captain asked uncertainly, under normal circumstances, Cabal would not have come forward in person because of this kind of thing, otherwise he would not have survived today.

"Sure, I heard him talking to his men, they came to the battlefield in Afghanistan to seek asylum, and although I don't know the exact location, I can be sure that he was in Afghanistan, mixed with al-Qaeda." Hamid told him everything he knew.

After a moment of silence, the captain looked up and asked, "Anything else?" That's it? ”

"Isn't that enough? , the US military department knows this! Hamid spread his hands and said, "If you want to know something else, it has nothing to do with the Yankees, it's business between us!" ”

"Grass, I'm waiting here!" I sneered to myself.

"Our business? What do you mean? The captain asked, pretendingly.

"I have important information about Cabal's team, and you're going to be interested!" Hamid gets to the point.

Hearing this, Pandora and I looked at each other, could the team Hamid was talking about be an unknown armed force that had been chasing us for dozens of kilometers in the mountains?

"What are the conditions?" The captain suddenly sat up straight and leaned close to Hamid.

He didn't dare to look at the captain, so he awkwardly picked up a glass of wine next to him and took a sip, stretched out a finger and said, "Ten million, or help me kill someone!" ”

"Okay, ten million is fine, but if your information is meaningless, maybe I'll kill you!" The captain leaned back in his chair and stretched out a cigarette from his bosom to light it, and when he said this, the atmosphere in the living room immediately became tense.

"Absolutely great value for money!" Hamid was smiling on his face, but I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes, I think he deliberately opened his mouth to let us help him kill people, but unfortunately the captain has already seen through everything, not to mention that 10 million is really nothing to us.

"Tell me, what did I buy for 10 million?" The captain threw his head up and spat out a smoke ring, judging the two of them from the steady appearance just now, and he would be like this when he was impatient.

(End of chapter)