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Chapter 287: Can mercenaries be played like this? We also like married women...

Song of Damascus, the capital of Syria.

As one of the oldest cities in human history, it originally had countless places of interest and historical sites. However, at this time, the entire city was littered with ruins left by artillery fire.

If this is what happened to the capital city, one can imagine what other cities in Syria have become.

This small country in West Asia has been in the midst of a civil war for years, especially after President Bashar ascended the throne, the power of the anti-government armed forces has grown increasingly stronger.

In theory, Bashar is not a foolish person. His new policies after taking office have been quite effective, and he has many supporters among the people.

Bashar cannot be blamed entirely for the situation that Syria and Armenia have reached today.

First of all, this is a religious country where the relationships among believers are complicated and easily instigated.

The second and most important reason is that Syria has the richest oil reserves in the entire hemisphere!
This really proves the saying that a man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure.

In addition to the oil industry, Bashar also vigorously supported the business and tourism industries after coming to power.

Many countries, including China and Russia, have sent people here to do business, and the government forces have been providing protection to these people.

However, as the civil war intensified, the personal safety of those working here gradually became unguaranteed, and many people began to flee.

Not to mention tourists, this place is already a war zone. Except for some thrill-seeking adventurers, no tourists dare to come here to travel at this time.

Mercenaries are inevitable where there is war. The Bull Mercenary Group is now employed by the government forces to guard an area in Damascus.

As for why they came here, in the words of the Bull, Bashar has made a lot of money from oil over the years and has plenty of money. We offered three times the price and they still agreed. Anyone who doesn't come is a fool.

"What's more, I have someone on the other side. I know everything the rebels are doing!"

Bull came out of the room with his trousers held up, waved his hand, and his confidant Jason came over immediately.

"Boss!"

"How's the recruitment going recently?"

"We found a few local people today, and they said they wanted to work with us for a while." Jason replied.

"Local?" Bull was a little confused. "Can we recruit people locally? Will they shoot?"

“They are all veterans who retired a few years ago.”

"Bring it here so I can see it."

Soon, Jason came in with a few men with local faces.

"Boss Bull, my name is Ronnie, and these guys are my comrades."

A tall, bearded man stepped forward and spoke in Chinese, introducing the four comrades behind him.

"Where did you serve before?" Bull asked, lighting a cigar. "You can speak Chinese, so it seems you served in a high-ranking unit!"

Ronnie: "The five of us were all in the Marine Corps before. Don't worry, Boss Bull, we can use any weapon!"

"Then why don't you return to the government army, but instead join my mercenary group?"

"The current government army is no longer worth our service. We just want to earn money to support our family."

After Ronnie finished speaking, the four comrades behind him all showed indignant looks on their faces.

"It seems that you have a lot of opinions about Bashar!"

"The country is in such a state now, and he still has the mind to send people to participate in the Olympics!"

Ronnie was furious. "That would be fine, but now he's abandoning the country and going on tours everywhere. Is this something a president can do?"

"You are still too naive."

Bull laughed, "Bashar is visiting everywhere now. In my opinion, he is just trying to solicit aid."

"Since you are so dissatisfied, why don't you join the rebels?"

"They are invaders!" Ronnie immediately replied, "As Syrian soldiers, although we are dissatisfied with the Bashar government, we will not help the invaders to occupy our homeland!"

"Oh, you're quite principled!"

The Bull became interested. "In that case, I'll keep you. The five of you can form a small team."

Ronnie immediately bowed and said, “Thank you, Boss Bull!”

"Jason, I'll leave Ronnie's team to you for now. You will take them to familiarize themselves with the work process and go meet that guy..."

The bull shook his head. "What was my son's name?"

Ronnie: “???”

Jason was a little speechless, and he came up and whispered, "Boss, it's Alan!"

"Yes, yes, Alan!" The bull slapped his head.
"When you go and exchange information with Allen and the others, take Ronnie and the others with you so that they can recognize their faces. Don't let them be killed by mistake on the battlefield!"

"Yes!"

Jason quickly took Ronnie and the other four out. After registering, they each received their equipment. Then two armored vehicles drove out of the camp and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

In the car, Ronnie looked at Jason and asked, "Deputy Captain, where are we going now?"

"The dock on the Euphrates River east of the city." Jason replied.

Ronnie was surprised: "That's Julani's territory!"

"We have people over there," Jason said calmly.

Ronnie then remembered what the Bull said before and asked curiously, "Is he the son of Boss Bull? Boss Bull doesn't look like he's very familiar with his son?"

Jason: "We have so many children, it's normal that we can't remember their names."

Ronnie: “…”

Not long after, two armored vehicles arrived at the riverside dock, where fully armed personnel had set up a roadblock.

Ronnie and his four comrades immediately raised their guns, but Jason signaled not to be nervous, lowered the car window, stuck his head out and shouted:
"It's me, Jason from the Bull Mercenaries!"

A question came from the front immediately: "Jingzhong, reply to the order?"

"Serve the country!"

The next moment, the roadblock was removed and Jason immediately pushed the door and got out of the car.

Ronnie and the other five also came down with surprised looks on their faces. Wow, he even knew the other party’s password?
"Uncle Jason!"

Alan, carrying a sniper rifle, ran over and greeted with a smile on his face.

Jason smiled and said, "We have a few people here. Bring them here so that everyone can get familiar with each other to avoid accidental injuries on the battlefield."

After saying that, he waved to Ronnie and the other four to come forward.

The Sniper organization also participated in the Syrian civil war this time, but the commission they accepted was not from the anti-government forces, but from the Eagle Country CIA.

It is conceivable what role the Eagle Country played behind this civil war.

"No problem, come, I'll introduce them to our people..."

"what?"

Alan was stunned when he saw Ronnie, "Why do you look so familiar to me?"

Ronnie was stunned: "I'm sure this is the first time we meet today!"

"No, we must have met each other somewhere!" Alan said firmly.

Jason smiled: "People in their country all look similar, so it's no wonder you find them familiar."

Alan stopped hesitating and introduced Ronnie and the other four to the dozens of people on his side.

After this period of development, Mike's team has become an elite squadron with thirty snipers.

After a round of investigation, Ronnie and the other four finally understood why the Bull Mercenary Group was so strict in recruiting.

My goodness, Boss Bull’s own son is in charge of an area on the rebel side. If a fight really breaks out, both sides can totally act against each other!

This is like making money without doing anything!

In addition, the two sides can share what they have with each other. If another team wants to intervene, they will be killed by both sides in minutes!

"Oh my god... you mercenaries can have fun like this?" Ronnie was amazed and at the same time felt happy about his luck.

"The boss said, we are all here to make money, why do we have to work so hard?" Jason smiled and patted Ronnie's shoulder.

"In our Bull Mercenary Group, as long as you work hard, you will definitely have a good time!"

"Well! Don't worry, Deputy Captain, we will do a good job!" Ronnie and the other four immediately expressed their opinions excitedly.

This is just too cool, okay?
As they were talking, two middle-aged men carrying sniper rifles came over from the direction of the dock. They were Mike and Li Daolai. "Jason, you're here. That's great. I have some news for you to take back."

Li Daolai said as he walked, "Tell Bull that Green Snake will be coming next week. Ask him if you have any weapons or something like that that he needs to bring with him."

"Okay, Brother Li..."

"What the hell, Julani?!"

Just as Jason agreed, he heard Mike suddenly shout, his eyes fixed on Ronnie.

Ronnie was confused: "Are you calling me? I'm Ronnie, not Julani!"

"I remembered!"

Alan's eyes lit up, "I was wondering why you looked so familiar, it turns out you look exactly like Julani!"

"Is this true?" Jason was also confused.

Julani is the leader of the rebels. They have never met him in person. At most, they have seen his videos on TV, but most of the time Julani is wearing a headscarf and mask.

Li Daolai also noticed Ronnie at this time and said in surprise: "They really look alike!"

The people on their side had met Zhu Lani and had dinner together two days ago.

"Are you from the Bull Mercenary Group?" Mike walked up to Ronnie and looked at him carefully, then asked.

Ronnie nodded: "Yeah, I just joined today!"

Mike and Li Daolai looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"Go back quickly, Jason. Remember not to let Ronnie show up again. He might be of great use at a critical moment!"

. . .

. . .

Puff puff!
Pfft!
At 9:30 pm, on the roof of a building near the airport in Beijing, Chen Rong shot and killed two assassins who had ambushed here in advance, then pressed the microphone:

"Each group reports!"

"Hero has cleared the target!"

"White Falcon has cleared the target!"

"Shark has cleared the target!"

"Yan Wang, Bashar's flight has arrived!"

"Everyone get in the car and go wait outside the airport."

Chen Rong gave the order, "Keyboard, drone monitoring throughout the process!"

"Yes!"

"Roger that!"

Chen Rong turned around and went downstairs, nodded to the national security personnel waiting downstairs, indicating that they could go upstairs to clean up the aftermath, and then got into a black SUV and headed straight for the airport.

The spy captured at the Guangyang Island base yesterday was confirmed to be a CIA agent after interrogation. He was originally an expert at an airline company, and it was very easy for him to know the itinerary of each flight.

Based on this man's confession, Chen Rong brought his team members from the Hunter Base to the capital overnight, captured the spy's superior, and then learned about the other party's assassination plan against Bashar.

At this point, all known threats have been cleared, but Chen Rong is not sure whether there are other enemies hiding in the dark. Therefore, after Bashar comes out, the hunter team will escort him all the way to the State Guesthouse.

This was a task assigned by President Xu himself, so Chen Rong was extremely alert and activated all his skills to closely monitor everything within a five-kilometer radius.

When we arrived at the airport exit, national security personnel were already guarding both sides.

Chen Rong signaled Sun Tiantian to park the car aside, checked the time, and pressed the headset:

"Master, go talk to the person in charge of the National Security Bureau and ask them to get to the hotel before 11 o'clock. Hurry up."

"it is good!"

Sun Tiantian turned her head and looked over: "Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

"It's okay. The sooner we send the people away, the sooner we can go back." Chen Rong said casually.

In fact, it is because the distance from the airport to the hotel is a bit far. If there is a traffic jam, it may take an hour to get there, and by then the skill time will be up.

To be on the safe side, the sooner the better.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the hunter team was waiting at various locations at the airport.

At ten o'clock, Chen Rong became impatient and turned on the headset: "Master, what's the situation now? Why haven't you set off yet?"

Soon, Ma Shouliang's voice came: "Damn! I even suspect that Bashar is fleeing here. The entire plane is filled with various cultural relics and luggage, and there are 20 to 30 people accompanying him, all of them are family members!"

Chen Rong: “…”

He also knows something about the situation in Syria. Looking at Bashar's situation, is he planning to transfer his family to China in advance?
"Tell Bashar that I'll give him another half an hour. Do we have to take all the damn things away? If it doesn't work, just leave them at the airport. Can we in China still blackmail him?!"

"Okay, I'll go find him right now!"

Ten minutes later, just when Chen Rong was about to get out of the car and go there in person, Ma Shouliang's reply came.

"Yan Wang, we can set off now, but we are missing a driver."

"Then you take over."

"The head of the National Security Bureau just said that Mr. Xu wants you to be the driver for Bashar and his wife Asma."

Chen Rong: “???”

"Are you sure this is what Mr. Xu meant?"

"It should be right."

"Depend on!"

Chen Rong lowered his head and began to search inside the car.

Sun Tiantian was a little surprised: "What are you looking for?"

"Let me see if there's a duct tape gag or something."

"what?"

"Shut my own mouth!" Chen Rong said unhappily.

After searching in vain, Chen Rong pushed the door and got out of the car, saying in the headset: "Everyone, pay attention. We will leave in five minutes. I will be driving the special car. Everyone, keep the same speed as me!"

"Roger that!"

"Hey, Yama!"

Sun Tiantian suddenly stuck her head out and whispered mysteriously, "Find a chance to take a photo with Desert Rose. She's a rare beauty!"

Chen Rong didn't bother to pay attention to him and went straight to the airport.

The special car had already stopped in the middle of the passage. Ma Shouliang made a gesture, indicating that Chen Rong could just get in the car.

call!
Taking a deep breath, Chen Rong opened the door of the cab, got in, and immediately started the engine of this limited edition Hongqi.

Ma Shouliang opened the back door of the car, and not far away, two figures, a man and a woman, walked over.

The man was wearing a suit and looked thin and a little tired. He was the President of Syria, Bashar Assad.

The woman is tall, with flowing blonde hair and a feminine figure. Her every step and every frown reveals her noble temperament. She is worthy of being called the Desert Rose, the President's wife, Asma.

boom!
Ma Shouliang closed the car door and patted the glass on Chen Rong's side, indicating that they could set off.

Chen Rong stepped on the accelerator lightly, repeating in his heart: "Don't talk to me, don't talk to me..."

The special car quickly drove out of the airport and onto the elevated road.

The capital city is brightly lit and full of tall buildings on summer nights.

Chen Rong slowly stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the convoy also increased with him.

There was no warning on the Beidou radar. The couple sitting in the back just looked out the window with complicated eyes and remained silent. This made Chen Rong breathe a sigh of relief.

“You are so lucky!”

Asma suddenly said something in Chinese, still looking at the lights outside the window.
“I love your country!”

Chen Rong was shocked and thought to himself, "Oh no!" The next moment, he couldn't help but say:
"We also like exotic wives."

(End of this chapter)