"Damn, it's all fake. This base, including this base, is a false target prepared by the secret society. They must want to induce the coalition forces to attack here after using missiles next time. This will create the illusion that all missiles have been destroyed." Sergey whispered.
Sausage pressed the missile model on the shelf with his hand. Since it was inflated, a large piece of it deflated when he pressed it.
"Take pictures of all this and let's go." Lin Rui whispered, "Before these terrorists find out, we will terminate the operation and return the same way."
"What should I tell Mr. K?" Sergey whispered.
"Tell me the truth." Lin Rui tapped his helmet with his hand, "All the reconnaissance information he wants is here, but the target he chose is wrong and has nothing to do with us. Let's go while we can still go .¡±
Sergey and Sausage both nodded, and followed him back along the original path. The team members got out from under the wooden wall, crossed the river, and came all the way to the small woods. Lin Rui immediately informed Mr. K to terminate the mission.
"What? What do you mean by terminating the mission?" Mr. K said loudly, "Also, why was your satellite signal blocked before?"
"I don't know, I think these terrorists probably have electronic warfare equipment, which seriously interfered with our communications." Lin Rui said shamelessly, "But we have completed the reconnaissance missions you need, and we are ready to evacuate. When we meet, we will provide these video materials to you. By the way, has the helicopter that notified you rushed to the pick-up location?"
"Okay, I'll let them pass now. When we meet, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Mr. K cut off the communication with some annoyance.
A few hours later, a Black Hawk helicopter landed at the secret base of the US military. Lin Rui and others got off the helicopter and walked into the base against the strong wind caused by the rotors.
Mr. K grabbed Lin Rui and asked, "What's going on?"
"What you want to know is all in the memory chip of the helmet." Lin Rui threw the helmet to Mr. K. "Although this mission has been terminated, we have fulfilled your request."
"What? Didn't I ask you to mark those missiles so that we can trace them?" Mr. K frowned and asked, "Why didn't you do that?"
"Because there are no missiles there, not to mention no missiles, not even artillery shells. It is just a cover to attract your false targets. It not only attracted you but also the Russian special forces. The difference is that they did not take action. And you took action." Lin Rui explained to Mr. K while drinking water. I told him everything that happened and gave him the recorded video.
Mr. K looked at the fake missiles and fake missile launch vehicles captured in the video and was so angry that he smashed the coffee cup on the ground, "Damn it! We were fooled, completely fooled! Maybe those Russians Still watching our jokes.¡±
"They have no right to laugh. At least we have taken action, and they are still waiting and watching." Silver Wolf said slowly, "Then, how will we calculate this mission?"
"You haven't done anything and you still want money?" Mr. K said impatiently.
"You can't say that. Although the target is fake, our risk to go deep is not fake," Lin Rui shook his head. "Every one of us died for this mission. It's just that there is a problem with your intelligence. Target Although it was false, we completed the investigation."
"Then what do you want from me? Pay you money for this inexplicable mission?" Mr. K frowned.
"It's not about giving us money, it's about paying remuneration. This is the income from our hard work in high-risk affairs. Don't make it sound like it's a charity from you Americans." Sergey picked the mud from his nails with a knife and said unceremoniously. .
"Yin Lang, is this what you are doing?" Mr. K said sharply.
"Kevin, you have to understand that we are a private military company, and you are the employer. This is a business from beginning to end. As you Americans say, business is business, business is business." Silver Wolf shrugged. "It was your own intelligence error, but we have completed the reconnaissance in accordance with your requirements. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for us, you CIA would still not know that there was a false target.
"If you thought this was a real target and launched an air strike, a jdam precision-guided bomb would cost $20,000. If a B-2 bomber drops 50 bombs at a time, it will cost one million US dollars. We've saved you a lot of money. Of course, if you use the GBU-43 large air-explosion bomb, which is the mother of all bombs, it will be even more expensive.
You made a mistake, but we helped you see the truth clearly and avoid losses. Sorry Kevin, I really can't think of a reason.?Let you waive the bill for this. I am also in business. Of course, if you feel it's too much of a loss, I can give you a 50% discount on this mission, but there will definitely be no next time. We cannot suffer losses due to your mistakes. "
Mr. K calmed down and nodded, "Okay, this mission is ours. But the matter is not over yet, and the information you have obtained is not worthless at all. Since these terrorists have spent so much effort to create false targets, then They must have a purpose. The existence of false targets is to cover up the real targets.
In other words, these missiles must really exist.
I need you to find out for me where these missiles are hidden. If there is such a missile assembly factory, where is it? I need to find the real missiles, tag them, and find out where they came from. Will you accept this next business deal? "
"Take it." Silver Wolf nodded, "But you have also seen that investigating such a matter requires a lot of manpower and material resources. I can't give you a discount this time."
"Okay, one week later, I will give you a new goal, and I promise not to make a mistake this time!" Mr. K gritted his teeth and strode away.
"Mr. K has a really bad temper." Sergey shrugged.
"I heard that men with bigger tempers have smaller penises because all their male hormones are released." Sausage bit a cigar in the corner of his mouth and frowned, "Do you think Mr. K is as thick as a cigar?" ?¡±
"Be polite and respect Mr. K. He is our old employer, and his life has not been easy recently." Lin Rui patted Sausage's blond hair, thought for a while and then said, "According to Mr. K's physique Generally speaking, it won't be so thin. But if you really go by this temper, I think it is even thinner. It shouldn't be like a cigar, but more like a lady's cigarette." The mercenaries burst into laughter.
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