From arms dealer to king of war

CIA agent Forrest never imagined that he would receive a fatal blow just as he waited for reinforcements to arrive.

The senior agent covered his right shoulder that was torn apart by grenade shrapnel with his left hand, and tried hard to raise the pistol in his hand, but his right arm was like a damaged machine and refused to respond to him.

Frist felt like his brain was going to explode. He couldn't hear the outside world, only the loud buzzing. The wound on his shoulder didn't hurt much, but he was feeling cold in his heart...

The guys who came in for a surprise attack were too professional and too cruel. Two soldiers in combat uniforms held guns and shot them on the heads of the Titan Company mercenaries while walking.

There was no shouting, no communication, and no mercy. All their actions seemed to be just to kill everyone here.

P·B, forcefully attack military contracting companies! !

Frist has found out the details of Qiao Jia in the past few hours. After all, Qiao Jia never thought of hiding anything.

The horrific battle he created in New York made the FBI a laughing stock and gave the DEA huge gains. Then the joint report from the FBI and the DEA allowed Frist to know who had been bombed by the air strikes he ordered before?

Frist wasn't afraid before. He didn't think a military contracting company would dare to offend the CIA.

However, to be on the safe side, he was not satisfied with the arrival of the black team of Titan Company. At the same time, he also asked people from the Sinaloa Group to stand by at the border, hoping to eat up the people of P·B Company in one fell swoop. As a result, now …

Seeing a Titan Company mercenary howling in despair and being beaten to a pulp, two experienced gun-wielding soldiers moved their rifles to their left shoulders, then signaled the machine gun to stop with their right hands, and they began to refill the wounded and corpses on the ground.

Frist yelled and tried to raise the gun in his right hand...

"boom"

Qiao Jia, who was passing by, didn't look carefully at all and found that there was actually a fat boy in a suit alive. He simply kicked the pistol out of his hand and shot him in the knee.

"FUCK YOU!! You are dead!!"

Occupied by severe pain, Frist cursed loudly, trying to intimidate Qiao Jia...

"boom"

This time Qiao Jia pulled out the 'Super Jager' and shot him in the other leg.

Then waves of pain became higher and higher, causing Forrest to faint and wake up from the pain.

Frist, who had gone through interrogation training, could not even go into shock due to pain. He was like that black guy doing the roller coaster, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious, repeating it more than a dozen times, until someone gave him an injection. Only then did he faint completely...

When he regained consciousness a little, he found that his shoulders and knees had been briefly bandaged and thrown into a moving carriage.

Frist had been trained for a long time. He did not fully open his eyes the first time he woke up. Instead, he endured the severe pain in his body and narrowed his eyes to observe.

It was a van, and there were several surviving CIA technicians locked up with him. They all had injuries on their bodies, including bullet scratches and injuries caused by grenade shrapnel.

Those PB bastards are not just trying to survive. The only ones who survive are those who have no resistance and are relatively lucky.

Finding that most of the people in the carriage were his own, Forrest let out a painful groan, which immediately alerted a female technician next to him who was crying non-stop.

The CIA's field staff, even the technicians, are not pure little white flowers, but the brutal raid they encountered before still caused this little flower that had not experienced the violent storm to collapse.

Those who survived saw with their own eyes those devil-like enemies, putting bullets on the heads of their seriously injured companions, and then forcing them to pack the dead bodies in body bags and carry them into the CIA's own truck.

Now the corpses are neatly stacked in the innermost part of the truck. There are 25 corpses in total. The stacks are 1.5 meters high. The body bags were damaged during the transportation and are still leaking blood... …

The atmosphere in the carriage, illuminated by a dim small lamp, could no longer be described as gloomy and gloomy. A cloud of despair hung over everyone's heads.

The blond flower looked at Frist who had woken up. She cried and helped her boss sit up, and then said with a choked voice: "Sir, are you okay?"

Forrest really wanted to greet the idiot woman who was holding his wound with dirty words, but at this moment he needed to unite everyone's strength, so he endured the waves of pain in his body and grinned on his blond hair. Xiaohua patted her hands, and then looked at the other captives...

Most of them were CIA technicians. At the moment of the raid, they were knocked down by the shock bomb before they even thought about counterattack. Only 5 of the 8 people survived, and everyone brought them with them. hurt.

Everyone was in despair, except for a middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the carriage, looking at him with a sneer.

Frist knew that he could not count on his own people. He moved his injured leg with difficulty, looked at the blond flower, and said in a dry voice: "Where are we?"

The blonde little flower could no longer think rationally. She said in a choked tone: "I, we are in the car..."

Losing your temper at this time can't solve any problems. Forrest said in a harsh voice: "Don't be nervous, think about what you learned in the academy, think about it carefully, we are in the car, the car is driving, in which direction?

Think about it carefully..."

"I, I don't know..."

The blonde girl broke down as she spoke. She cried and said, "Sir, that man said he would sell us to terrorists to make up for the losses he suffered.

Sir, we cannot fall into the hands of terrorists, we..."

The words of the blond flower made the four technicians on the opposite side collapse. The fate of Americans falling into the hands of terrorists is bad enough. If the CIA falls into the hands of any YSL terrorists, the final result will be eighteen levels of hell. After traveling around, he was sent to be beheaded to boost his morale.

Seeing several male technicians also starting to cry, Forest was stunned for a moment. He shook his head with difficulty and said, "Don't worry, P.B. Company is less popular with terrorists than us. He is scaring you.

Did you say anything to them? "

The blond flower shook her head repeatedly and said, "We didn't..."

The middle-aged man who had been huddled in the corner and describing his embarrassment suddenly spoke up and said, "That's because they didn't even think about asking questions. Your CIA identity is not difficult to identify."

Frist used the dim light in the carriage to look at the middle-aged man warily and said, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man raised his upper body, revealing the bloody bandage on his chest and the wound on his thigh. He sneered and said, "Gary Lineker, you just came to kill me, and you don't even know me?"

After listening, Frist looked at Lineker's blood-stained face, and then suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I did something wrong. I should have killed you when you came into contact with Seta's people. "

As he spoke, Frist looked at the wound on Lineker's left thigh, then looked down at the wound on his own thigh, confirming that this guy had suffered the same treatment as him.

Forrest was silent for a long time, looking at Lineker who seemed to have no strength to speak, and said: "The people of P.B. didn't kill us, what do they want?"

Lineker glanced at Frist mockingly and said: "Didn't you hear what your people said? That jackal is going to sell you.

A CIA agent can get $300,000 from a jihadist terrorist, and there are six of you.

The jackal didn't have to leave the United States because I gave him the phone number of a jihadist contact. "

As he spoke, Lineker looked at Forrist, who had a frozen expression, and said with a sneer: "This is my greeting to you bastards. Remember to think of me more when you are being skinned. When we meet in hell, I hope you will Worse than me."

Lineker's words made the technicians cry even louder...

"Why are you doing this, you madman..."

The blond flower collapsed and rushed to Lineker's side, beating his chest hard, causing the blood stains on Lineker's chest to enlarge...

But Lineker didn't seem angry at all, and he didn't stop the blond flower from moving. Instead, he grinned like a dying lone wolf and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, now is not the time for you to be afraid, haha Ha ha ha ha……"

Lineker's tragic situation finally made Forrest somewhat convinced of his situation.

He leaned forward and pulled away the blond girl who had peed her pants. He endured the severe pain in his body and encouraged a group of collapsed technicians: "Don't be afraid, it's not the last moment yet.

P·B Defense Company is a formal company, they don’t dare to betray CIA people..."

Lineker seemed to dislike Frist's attitude. He grinned painfully and said: "I asked you to kill my man, that Harlot, who sold the two deltas to the terrorists in Libya." Molecule, this is not news in the industry.

And are you sure you are still a CIA employee?

Don't be naive, you are working for private individuals, if you fail, you will be worthless..."

As he spoke, Lineker laughed with great joy and said: "I was once a spy, and I know what happens to people who face this situation.

I will definitely persist until the day you are filmed and posted online, because I am still useful, hahaha..."

After hearing this, Frist turned pale and fell into silence. He knew the situation he was facing.

He is just a CIA field director, but he is caught in the political competition between two big shots.

Lineker is right, he is still useful. As long as he is willing to cooperate, he will become a bargaining chip for the big man behind Eric to accuse the other party.

But the CIA himself is useless, because the CIA will not admit their existence, otherwise they will become chips to attack Harlot's people.

As he spoke, Frist suddenly realized something was wrong. He glared and said, "No way, they won't hand us over to terrorists, because we are CIA agents and we are still valuable!

If he does this, he will face endless revenge in the future! !

P·B has a deep hatred for Isis people, and he has no precedent of cooperating with terrorists. "