Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 163 No choice

U.S. Army Camp Tali, Baghdad.

Vic Philius has just turned 35 this year and is already a lieutenant colonel. This visit to Iraq is a gilded journey for him. He only needs to wait until his term is over and he can be promoted to the rank of colonel immediately after returning to China. , during this period, you can also make some money, which is far beyond what John and his ilk can do.

Oh, by the way, John is dead. Dead people have no comparative value.

As for freedom and democracy in Iraq?

Aren’t they quite liberal and democratic now?

Vic picked up the Camel cigarettes on the table, took one out and held it in his mouth. As soon as he lit it, the phone on the table started buzzing and vibrating. He picked it up and took a look, with a look in his eyes. There was a layer of doubt, but he still connected the phone, his tone was a little impatient.

"Major Philly, what's the matter?"

Feili, who was sitting in his office, tried hard to calm down his emotions, with a look of ferocity, madness and despair on his face.

"Sir, there is something I need to discuss with you. It is about a new batch of supplies. Do you have time to come to the Peninsula Cafe later? Or should I come to the military camp?"

Hearing this, Vic seemed to understand something. He said in a serious tone: "Major Philly, I hope you can understand that there are some things that we cannot touch."

"Your principles are admirable, Lieutenant Colonel Phileus!"

Feili praised without hesitation, and then said in a low tone: "The stomachs of the boys are already resisting. Within a reasonable range, we need to make some arrangements, don't we?"

Vic was silent for a moment, thinking about the feasibility of this matter. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "We will meet at the Peninsula Cafe in half an hour. Major Feely, I hope you know your limits."

"Of course!" Phillip said confidently: "Don't worry, I believe we can work out a more reasonable arrangement!"

After hanging up the phone, Feili was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He took a long breath, tremblingly took out a cigarette and lit it. He held it in his mouth and took a few long puffs before he managed to calm down and picked up the cigarette. He hesitated and clicked on a number on his phone. After a while, he edited the message and sent it out. Then he immediately pulled out the phone card that sent the message, broke it off hard and threw it into his mouth. Then he picked up the water glass on the table and slammed it. He took a big gulp and swallowed it hard.

After doing all this, he picked up his coat, put it on his body and walked out.

……

In the Baige security office, Sean was looking at a piece of information on the computer.

Zait Lalberg, director of the Iraqi Security Ministry, 38 years old, with the rank of colonel, married, his wife died in a terrorist attack, and his son is 13 years old.

This is the information that Muhammad just sent over. It details the other person’s personal information, family situation, and address. This is Muhammad’s former colleague. He was originally reluctant to reveal the other person’s family situation, but under Sean’s coercion and inducement, he finally Filling in the details, he didn't know what Sean wanted to do, but he knew it wouldn't be something good.

buzzing...

The mobile phone on the table vibrated. Sean picked it up and looked at it, and then he chuckled. It was a text message from Feili.

"Leave them alone and I will go to hell with Vic!"

Of course, they refer to his wife, children, and children. Of course, Sean will keep his promise. He only needs to achieve his goal. The other party's wife, children, and children have never seen him. As long as Vic dies, the other party's family can survive. As for Phillip , he didn't think the other party could survive, and similarly, the other party obviously didn't intend to survive.

……

While controlling the steering wheel, Fili greedily breathed in the air with the strong smell of gunpowder, as if he wanted to inhale it all at once. Under the oncoming sunlight, his small eyes revealed unparalleled madness. color.

Parked the car outside the Peninsula Cafe, walked in under the welcome, booked a private room, and sat quietly inside waiting for Vic's arrival.

Tuk tuk…

"Please come in." Hearing the knock on the door, Feili turned his head and saw Vic walking in under the guidance of the waiter.

"Major Philly, your face doesn't look very good?"

Vic casually walked to a chair and sat down. He looked at the slightly fat guy in front of him and asked casually, and then said to the waiter: "A cup of Americano, less sugar, thank you."

"Ok sir."

The waiter bowed slightly and left.

"Haha, I've been having some insomnia lately."

Feili pretended to be relaxed and shrugged, with a strange smile on his face and said: "Lieutenant Colonel Phileus, I have a question, can I ask you?"

Vic asked with some confusion: "What's the problem?"

Fili held the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward, and suddenly became very aggressive: "I want to know, how does it feel to be a chess piece?"

Vic was made a little uncomfortable by his aggressive posture. He leaned back and said in a bad tone: "Major Feili, if you are here to talk nonsense, I don't think I have so much time. !”

"laugh!"

Feli sat back down again, shaking his head, with a melancholy look on his face, and the crazy color in his two small eyes became more intense, as if he was telling, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "You know, Phileus is School, if I have a choice, I really don’t want to do it, but sometimes, people can’t help themselves..."

Vic frowned, secretly alerting himself, and quietly touched the gun on his waist. The fat man in front of him made him feel something was wrong, and he said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Major Philly, you have your own way." It's a choice. Before something happens, we all still have a choice, don't we..."

Fili stopped talking nonsense and pulled out the pistol that was already ready to shoot. Without giving the other party any time to react, he suddenly stood up and shot at Vic without hesitation.

High, high, high…

Fili pulled the trigger with his fingers. He didn't stop breathing heavily until he emptied the magazine. As if his soul had been emptied out in an instant, he sat down and looked at Vic who was covered in blood in front of him. , The face is as ferocious and terrifying as an evil ghost.

"But I have no choice..."

After sweating profusely for a while, he put a new magazine on the gun in his hand, muttering to himself, and then slowly put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.

Kang!

……

Baige Security, in the CEO's office, the phone on the table vibrated, and Sean picked it up casually. There was only a message on it from Simon.

"Vic and Philly are dead."

After seeing the news, Sean called his father in Canada and asked him to release the man and rush back to Iraq immediately. He still had new dirty work for him to do.

"Zait, you have an only son, you won't reject me, right?"

Sean turned the pen in his hand. Even with the bright sunlight shining on him, he still looked a little gloomy.

(End of this chapter)