Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 88 A Broken Deal
"Damn it!"

Tom finally saw clearly that he had stepped on a stone.

I twisted my ankle and some sand got into my shoes.

He spat on the ground in annoyance.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of bladder distension.

I drank too much water in the car tonight.

I actually feel like peeing...

Look around.

no one.

It's a good time to release water.

So without saying anything, he hung his gun, unzipped his pants, took out his tools and started spraying water everywhere.

sizzle-

Just when I was having a great time, I suddenly heard the little leader at the bottom of the sand dune shouting, "Tom, what are you doing up there, you bastard? Hurry up! If you delay, I'll kill you later!"

"Coming!"

Tom on the dune quickly took back his tools, stuffed them hastily, turned around and ran down the dune.

"What's going on up there?"

The little boss asked.

"Nothing happened. Not a single ghost was seen."

Tom lied without batting an eyelid.

"Let's go, go back."

The little leader waved his hand, and several people got into the car again and began to slowly circle around to conduct reconnaissance.

Shortly after the car drove away, less than two meters below the place where Tom had just urinated, the calm sand suddenly moved, then moved again, and a small sandbag bulged out.

The small sandbag slowly moved forward for a distance and stopped at the edge of the reverse slope.

The hunter emerged from the sand, his boonie hat covered in sand, and his homemade ghillie suit blended in with the sand dunes, making it difficult to distinguish him even if you got close at night.

He slowly extended half of the sniper rifle again.

The gun placement here is very particular.

If the sand is too soft, it will sink when shooting and affect accuracy.

So the hunter used his own tactical bag to pad the tripod of the M24 sniper rifle for greater stability.

He opened the front and rear covers of the scope again and saw the dilapidated stone houses in the distance through the night vision goggles.

Rice paced back and forth, kicking the pebbles on the ground.

The hunter put the crosshairs on him, simulated a few attacks, and then removed the crosshairs.

Then he set up a small observation mirror next to him.

Several clouds of yellow dust appeared in the Gobi Desert in the north and were blown high into the sky.

The hunter saw these clouds of dust that suddenly appeared on the horizon through the observation mirror. After magnifying the image, he finally saw clearly that they were several off-road vehicles and pickup trucks.

Judging from the numbers, there are more newcomers.

They are probably from the Cold War Armed Forces and the Freedom Alliance.

The hunter's eyes followed the cars intently until they stopped beside the small stone house.

As soon as the convoy stopped, the militants in the pickup truck jumped out of the car, spread out in a skirmish line, and scattered around, each controlling different positions.

The door of the middle SUV opened and two men in tactical uniforms got out. Their faces were unrecognizable from a distance.

The hunter connected the radio channel again.

"Hunter calls mourning."

"please say."

Song Heping never left the radio station tonight.

To be precise, none of the core team members have ever left the radio station.

Everyone gathered together, anxiously waiting for news from the hunter.

All the members of the local corps have been dispersed to different locations in the oil fields.

There are no outsiders here now.

"Rice's contact is here, but I can't see his face clearly."

"If you can't see clearly, then you can't see clearly. I won't ask you when or how to shoot."

Song Heping said, "From now until the gunshot, you don't need to report to me unless something unexpected happens."

"Ok, I see."

The hunter will continue to exhale the air in his chest, and then return his attention to the scope of the M24 sniper rifle.

The crosshairs fell on one of the leading men.

Although his face could not be seen clearly, his status among all the visitors could be roughly judged from his movements and behavior.

On the other side, Rice had already come forward to greet him, but the other party seemed indifferent.

I can’t say I’m disgusted by it, but I definitely don’t like it either.

"Mr. Rice, I'm Leido, and this is Jalali from the Freedom Alliance, the leader of their organization."

After introducing himself, he stood there with his hands hanging down, looking at Rice, as if waiting for the other party to speak first.

This is where the subtlety of negotiation lies.

Tonight it was Blackwater International, Rice's boss, who took the initiative to invite us.

Then Blackwater International must take the initiative to state its purpose and put forward conditions.

Blackwater International has already discussed the general situation with its superiors through special communication channels.

I'll come here tonight and just need to weigh the conditions to see if they're worth it, and confirm with Rice the specific number of arms, price, delivery date and other key information.

"It seems that Mr. Leido is very worried about us..."

Rice said as he walked forward, his eyes looking around.

The enemy has half as many people as ours.

These Kurdish armed forces are still wary of Blackwater International.

"This area is very unsafe. We have to be careful."

Leido replied calmly, raising his hand and drawing a circle in front of him. However, before he lowered his hand, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of air breaking through.

Snapped--

Leido's head exploded like magic.

Les, who had just walked in front of him, was caught off guard and had red ketchup splashed all over his face. There were also a few white broken bones stuck on the bridge of his nose, which looked both weird and scary.

"Kill them!"

Jalali on the side instantly turned into a mad dog, reaching into his waist to pull out a pistol to kill Rice.

He felt like he had been cheated!

It must be Les's doing.

Jalali vows to kill Rice!

Rice was, after all, a former British officer, and he could draw his gun a bit faster than a loose bandit like Jalali.

bang bang——

He fired first.

Jalali was hit in the chest and immediately fell to the ground.

Rice was upset.

He doesn't want this.

But it has to be this way.

Otherwise, you will be the one who dies.

Don't do it again and again.

Now it is completely unclear who is right and who is wrong.

He could only raise his hand and shoot Jalali in the forehead again to send him away.

"FUCK! FUCK!"

He kept yelling and cursing, and his men rushed up to block him and pushed him back.

"Boss, retreat first..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The subordinate who shouted at him to leave quickly was hit in the neck by a bullet that came from nowhere.

Red blood spurted out like a fountain, his body tilted, and he immediately fell to the ground.

"Robin!"

Rice grabbed his man's tactical vest strap with one hand and dragged him back toward the car. With the other hand, he fired a Glock pistol continuously in front of him and knocked down a militant who was still in a daze.

Just when everyone was fighting in a mess near the small stone house, on the sand dune in the distance, the hunter slowly retreated to the reverse slope like a snake, then stood up, put on his tactical bag, grabbed his gun and ran away.

After running for a full kilometer, I found my car behind another sand dune.

After jumping into the car, he started the engine and his heart finally settled when he heard the roar.

"Sang, I've taken care of it here, they're fighting."

"Retreat quickly."

"no problem."

The hunter said as he stepped on the accelerator.

The off-road vehicle sped out happily and disappeared into the night.

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