Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 138 No one wants me to live!

"Haha, come on, let's eat food and eat food. We won't go home until we get drunk today!"

Sean greeted with a smile on his face. He picked up the wine glass and kept changing glasses with John and Muhammad. John drank until he was confused. Muhammad kept assisting on the side. After drinking one drink, the three of them were already drunk. To become intimate, it’s just a matter of asking.

"I'm telling you, brother Sean, you don't know. Since we came to Iraq, we haven't had a good meal. Every day is beef... burp... I've eaten everything. I’m almost constipated!”

John sat stretched out in his seat, burping from wine and complaining with drunken eyes about how bad the life in the military camp was.

Seeing that he was almost done drinking, Sean smiled boldly and said: "Haha, life in the military camp is difficult, brother, I understand! Don't worry, as long as you are in Iraq from now on, as long as I say a word, brother, I will definitely make sure that you can eat well. Drink well!”

Then he leaned over and said mischievously: "Brother, I have arranged a massage for you at the hotel. I'm sure it will make you feel comfortable both physically and mentally!"

"Oh?" John's eyes lit up, thinking of Oleg following the waitress out just now, his little eyes narrowed with laughter: "Uh... haha... Then I have to give it a try, this Iraq I haven’t tried your massage skills yet, ah…haha…”

Sean stood up, opened the door and told Andre: "Andre, help me carry Lieutenant Colonel Allen to 401 upstairs. This is my distinguished guest, so you must take good care of him!"

Andre came over quickly, helped John away, and went straight to the suite upstairs that had been opened and even a milk bath was prepared.

Sean watched John being helped into the elevator with uncertain eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Returning to the private room, Sean walked to his seat and sat down, lit a cigarette with a "click" sound, took a puff of it and slowly exhaled it intoxicatedly. The smoke covered his face, making it difficult to see clearly, but his bright eyes His eyes seemed to be able to pierce the smoke, with endless greed shining inside.

"You...want to bribe him?"

Muhammad's heart trembled when he saw it, and he asked tentatively.

"Bribery? That will serve no purpose other than making him think I am a victim. He might stab me in the back at some point and kill me completely!"

Sean shook his head and said with a hint of sinisterness in the corners of his mouth: "This kind of rat can only be made obedient by holding its handle firmly in your hand!"

"But..." Muhammad hesitated and said, "If you design him like this, aren't you afraid that he will jump over the wall in a hurry?"

"Haha." Sean shook his head and said, "If you want to jump over the wall, you have to jump high enough!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Andre knocked on the door and walked in. He looked at Muhammad and hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, Muhammad is one of our own." Sean waved his hand nonchalantly and said.

Andre then said: "It's done. In 401, I placed a miniature camera and a bug in the living room, balcony, dining room, bathroom, and bedroom. No matter what he did or said inside, it would be There is no way to hide, that girl also has a ten-year-old brother in Iraq, and she will cooperate with us to induce him to tell some scandalous things about the US military."

That's right, if it's not safe enough to just take a video of the opponent lining up with others, the only way is to ask him to tell some scandals about the US military. In this way, as long as the opponent dares to betray his face, there will only be one end, and that is to go to a military court. Be judged.

"Very good, let's send this girl's brother to an orphanage in another country later." Sean nodded with satisfaction and said casually. "Uh... Boss, then she..." Andre hesitated.

"Only the dead can keep secrets!" Sean's eyes flashed with a dangerous light: "I don't want my plot to set up a US military officer to be exposed!"

"But..." Andre wanted to say something a little tiredly. He was really unwilling to attack a powerless woman because of this kind of thing, which made him a little entangled.

Seeing where Andre was, how could Sean not know what he was thinking, so he waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter, Simon will solve the problem."

Muhammad's scalp was numb when he heard this. He regretted sitting down to listen to this matter. He could clearly feel that Sean had changed a little compared to before. He had become more evil-minded and ruthless, and he had no bottom line. He gave up. The pride of being a warrior!

Seeing Muhammad looking at him intently, Sean picked up the red wine on the table and poured wine for him while saying: "You may not know that there are countless people staring at me now. Don't look at me. Everything is going smoothly now." It's going smoothly, but as long as I make the slightest mistake one day and show the slightest weakness, countless jackals, tigers and leopards will jump out in an instant, tear me to pieces, and then eat them!"

"You know better than me that the turmoil in Iraq is not because of regime change, nor because of the rebels, but because there are many people here fighting for the cake, that's all, and now I am biting hard on their cake. After one bite, there will be a second bite in the future, and a third bite, no one wants me alive!"

Putting down the bottle, he picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp, and continued: "I once thought that I could retain the basic bottom line and retain my pride as a warrior, but it was only later that I discovered that from the beginning I am slowly throwing away my pride and bottom line."

"And you!" Sean straightened his face and pointed at Muhammad: "You are similar to me. You once had faith. Unfortunately, faith can't help you get the position of Minister of Defense, and you can't save your life." Belief!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire box became extremely depressing. Even under the bright lights, Sean's face still looked a little sinister, which sent chills down one's spine.

When a person's bottom line is getting lower and lower, it means that he is getting closer to the devil.

……

At night, in Suite 401, when he woke up, the beauty next to him had long disappeared. He rubbed his dizzy head, went to the bathroom to rinse, put on his military uniform again, and tidied himself up meticulously. , then he pushed the door open and walked out of the room with satisfaction. As soon as he came out, he was held up by two burly men with his arms and dragged forward.

"Hey, what are you doing? I know your boss Sean, damn you rude savages, I'm going to complain about you to Sean!"

John was struggling and talking nonsense, trying to get Oleg and Andrei to let go of him.

"Sukabulie, this guy has a really bad mouth. Damn it, did he lick something?"

Oleg quickly stretched out a hand to cover his nose and complained impatiently.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, if you don't cooperate again, we will make you suffer!"

Andre also frowned, the smell was so intoxicating!

(End of this chapter)