Firepower is king

Yadlev is thirty-six years old this year and has been in the industry for eight years. He is not a big shot in the arms trading industry, but he is not a young boy who just came out to work.

When does a trade dispute between one arms dealer and another warrant an aerial strike?

Is the value of that batch of goods comparable to the value of the missiles shot tonight?

I can't understand why Americans, who are so full, would help Salah deal with him?

It’s okay to lock themselves in so quickly, forget about dispatching helicopters, why are ground troops coming? Americans are most afraid of dying in war, and since Mosul’s Ais-Ais was cleared, they The ground troops are only responsible for training Iraqis, and even patrols are omitted.

But now not only the armored vehicles are coming, but also many shadowy figures are seen. This is a ground attack.

Something is definitely wrong, but I don't know what is wrong.

What should we do now.

It is definitely impossible to get out. The outside is sealed by helicopters. Anyone who dares to leave the house will be killed immediately. But hiding in this basement is also a desperate situation. As long as those people get close and throw a few grenades inside, then Not everyone in this basement must die.

"They refused to attack the loading truck!"

I don’t know if it was the clever guy who discovered the characteristics of air strikes. He shouted: "They are here just for our...their goods."

Yadlev suddenly realized, yes, those trucks outside are fine until now. This is completely inconsistent with the American habit of bombing the vehicles and people together. That is, they deliberately avoided those trucks, and this is not to avoid Was the cargo blown up?

It turned out to be someone Salah really found. No, this batch of goods turned out to be really American.

This is really disappointing. That bastard Salah must have given the goods to the Americans and paid for the delivery himself. It is a disgrace to the arms dealer and has no backbone at all.

But why am I so envious of Salah...

Yadlev shook his head and told himself not to think about these useless things at such a critical moment. Now those people outside are enemies and are coming to take his life. Even Americans have to fight.

The so-called trapped beast still fights, and Yadlev is the real trapped beast.

Being stuck in this small basement, he will be killed sooner or later. If he still wants to survive, now is the time to use all available power.

Yadlev has been in the industry for eight years and has worked his way up step by step from being a follower of a big boss. He is not a little guy without a foundation, he just won't expose his background easily.

The walkie-talkie was useless. Yadlev threw the walkie-talkie aside. He took out the satellite phone and said calmly: "I'm going to make a few calls, but you won't hear anything. If anyone dares to tell me what I said, Everything leaked out, haha.”

At this time, he still had the intention to threaten his men, which shows the strength of Yadlev's confidence.

He, Yadlev, was able to grow from a lackey to now have a net worth of tens of millions. He is also talented and capable.

Less than 200 meters away, someone poked their head out from behind the ruins. They wanted to launch an attack and use the simplest but most effective way to end the battle.

"Force them back!"

Yadlev spoke, but he continued: "But be careful not to kill people. If the US military kills people, they will retaliate crazily, and we will have no hope of leaving, so we must be careful. Push them back, but don’t kill anyone.”

At this time of life and death, you can only intimidate the enemy. Isn't this a joke?

But no one questioned Yadlev's words because they knew their situation.

Although it was temporarily safe, it was a truly desperate situation. Killing a few American soldiers was not the goal, the goal was to escape.

One of the bodyguards opened fire. He was an excellent machine gunner. A string of bullets hit him, and several infantrymen who had left the cover rolled back and crawled back.

Yadlev extended the antenna of the satellite phone out of the observation port, otherwise the phone would have no signal, and then he dialed a number that he would only remember in his mind.

"boss."

The call was connected, Yadlev called the boss cordially and eagerly, and then he felt like he was back to the time when he was following the boss.

Yadlev also has a backing!

"I'm Yadlev, I'm sorry to disturb your rest at this time, but I'm in trouble. Here's the thing. Salah took my goods and refused to pay, so I took the goods back, but now Salah has found a lot of people, I can’t handle it anymore, boss, please help me.”

After speaking quickly, Yadlev breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "I know that it costs money to smooth the relationship with the boss, and I am willing to give you all my savings to smooth the relationship."

Yadlev's backstage is very hard!

Yadlev's boss is Morse, an American, one of the largest arms dealers in the world today, and an arms tycoon who does business all over the world!

"Salah? I have the impression that a small arms dealer has the ability to threaten you? You are too inferior."

Morse's tone was always indifferent, but he was not an indifferent person. Yadlev said anxiously: "I am in Mosul. There are many armed helicopters attacking me now. Almost all the mercenary groups I hired have died." Come on, boss, now I'm trapped in a basement, and I see a US military armored vehicle about to attack me, boss, if you don't save me, I'm doomed."

"What?"

Morse seemed a little surprised, but he was not a nagging person. After discovering that the situation was indeed critical, he immediately said: "Hold on, don't let anyone kill you. If it is indeed the US military attacking you, don't Beat someone to death, and I’ll ask what’s going on right away.”

Before hanging up the phone, Yadlev seemed to hear his boss saying to himself: "Salah can also..."

I didn’t hear the rest, so the phone was hung up.

"RPG!"

His men shouted hoarsely, and Yadlev quickly pulled out his hand and jumped off the wooden frame. Then there was an explosion, and ashes began to fall in the basement.

The rockets did not hit the basement, otherwise there would be no future.

Yadlev ran onto the wooden frame from the side. He looked out again. The night vision goggles made the whole world turn green, but in this green world, he saw two more people crawling out of the ruins.

"Give me the machine gun!"

Yadlev was very afraid that his men would not be good at shooting and would really kill the people on the opposite side.

As a machine gunner, Yadlev is an expert at playing with machine guns.

To be able to be where he is today, to be able to work from a small follower to working alone, Yadlev started his career as an excellent machine gunner, and it was through this skill that he gained the appreciation of the big boss.

As a pauper with nothing and no skills, how can he get ahead?

Yadlev aimed at two targets and fired. The bullets flew over the heads of the two people. It would definitely scare people to death, but it would not kill anyone.

"Hold on, just scare them back. We will be saved soon. If it is really an American, my boss will definitely be able to save us. He has a very good relationship with the military, so there will be no problem!"

Yadlev is encouraging his men. He must cheer up his men.

It seemed to be calmer outside.

Five minutes passed, and there was still no attack. They did not surround them from both sides, nor did they attack with rockets. The helicopter did fire another missile, but the missile was unable to penetrate the two-story building above and penetrate into the basement.

But it really can’t be delayed for a few minutes. If there is no movement from the boss, it’s really over.

Yadlev was distraught, and then he finally heard the phone ringing.

Yadlev grabbed the satellite phone, put his head next to the observation and shooting hole, and said expectantly: "Boss, how are you!"

"Now that the base in Mosul has been attacked by Ace, you have become Ace! Damn it, who did you offend!"

Yadlev was stunned, and he said in great confusion: "I didn't offend anyone... No, I definitely didn't offend the Americans!"

"Nonsense! I don't know who you provoked, but you definitely provoked that big shot! Otherwise, do you think the Pentagon is idle?"

Yadlev was stunned for a while, and then he said anxiously: "I know that Salah is now closely related to a man named Mad Dog. That Mad Dog is protecting him, but Mad Dog is just a PMC, he, he..."

"A PMC is nothing. Either the mad dog is not a PMC, or someone else is protecting Salah. Listen, I have already explained it to the people at the Pentagon, hoping to save your life, but there is no other way, you You screwed up this time, you really shouldn’t have taken Salah’s goods.”

"Boss, what do you mean? Boss, what do you mean? Boss, do you not care about me anymore?"

Morse sighed softly and said: "I tried my best, but the Pentagon said this was a military operation. Since you are Ace, you must die. Sorry, two F15s are about to bomb. They're going to bomb with laser-guided bombs, that's all I can find out, and there's really nothing I can do to stop it, man, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think you should at least know better."

Yadlev was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "Guided bombs, there are only a few of us, is this necessary? Laser-guided bombs, I, I...Fak oil!"

Do you understand? Damn it, you understand.

Yadlev turned around and shouted: "Run!"

Even if they were attacked by helicopters outside, it was better than waiting in the basement for laser-guided bombs to fall. Choose the lesser of two evils, and die as completely as possible.

But it's too late.

Yadlev didn't want to die knowing anything, he would rather die without pain when he didn't know anything.

Now, the bad news is that Yadlev had to die in utter fear.

Yadlev had just taken two steps when a bomb penetrated the two floors. Before he even realized what had happened, he was gone and the house was completely gone.

The good news is that dying is indeed painless.