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Chapter 4149 Grudge Champagne

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    The three people followed Colonel Mubarak to Colonel Mubarak¡¯s study.

    The colonel¡¯s wife was about to come out to greet the guests, but Mubarak stopped her, ¡°Go back to your room, we need to talk about something.¡±

    "I just want to prepare some coffee for you." The colonel's wife is in her 50s. Compared to Mubarak, she looks older, but she is very kind.

    "Madam, I want black coffee, no sugar, thank you!" Lin Rui nodded to her and raised the champagne in his hand.  "Also, please bring us some cups."

    "Of course, please wait." The colonel's wife turned and left.  After a while, several cups of coffee were brought over, and several tall glasses were brought over.

    "Okay, you can go back." Colonel Mubarak waved his hand.  After his wife left, he turned to Lin Rui and said, "I know what you mean. You want to threaten me. Do you think that I am an old man in his 50s with a family and a small family. I will definitely accept you.  threats."

    "Colonel, you may be wrong, I can't threaten you with champagne." Lin Rui shook his head at him, "This time we are really here to visit sincerely.

    It can be seen that you are a soldier who adheres to principles, which is worthy of admiration. There are fewer and fewer such people now.  But General, you'd better understand that whether you admit it or not, we are actually professional soldiers.  "

    "Ha! A group of low-life mercenaries dare to call themselves professional soldiers." Colonel Mubarak sneered, "You are really the most shameless person I have ever seen."

    "General, I have to correct you. We are a private military company, but we are not the dirty mercenaries you call us. Although we also charge for our work. But in this world, what kind of work does not charge for anything? Unless it is  Volunteer.

    In my opinion, it is not too shameful to rely on your own professional skills and work hard to make money.  Just like a colonel, if the army does not pay you a salary, then you may also consider changing your job.  "Lin Rui shrugged.

    "Humph." Colonel Mubarak glanced at him and said nothing.

    ¡°The main reason we came here this time is to prove to you, Colonel Mubarak, that we are not dirty mercenaries. We will make our reasonable demands and will never use violence under normal circumstances.

    Because our violence is work, it is a commodity, it is used to sell to customers, and it is also our livelihood.  Lin Rui said with a smile.

    "What? Now you've changed your strategy and come to me to pretend to be pitiful and ask for release? You want to say that you are all forced to be mercenaries, and you are forced to make a living, and your life is very difficult. You want me to be noble and let you go?  "People?" Colonel Mubarak looked at him and said, "But as far as I know, you are all executioners with bloody hands. You are not even as good as executioners. As long as you give money, you will help whoever kills."

    "That's wrong. We are paid to help people fight wars. We are not helping people kill people. Killing is a crime, because it is usually one-sided. But fighting is different. When you fight, you will certainly kill people, but it is also possible  Killed by the opponent.

    This is why we usually understand this profession as a high-risk profession.  So what I want to explain is that although your brother died on the battlefield, he may have died at the hands of the Western Sahara armed forces or at the hands of our mercenaries.

    But it¡¯s really no one else¡¯s fault.  When a soldier steps onto the battlefield, it means he is prepared to die.  If he can't do this, then he's not even worthy of being a soldier, let alone a hero.  "Lin Rui shook his head.

    "Shut up, who are you to comment on my brother? He died for his country and is a hero of the Moroccan people." Colonel Mubarak said loudly.

    "I just want to tell you that the moment he went to the battlefield, he was destined to die or live. No one should be held responsible for his death.

    Morocco doesn¡¯t have it, Western Sahara doesn¡¯t have it, you don¡¯t have it, and we don¡¯t have any responsibility.  Because this is determined by the war itself, this is the fate of being a soldier.  If you regard this as a kind of personal hatred, then unfortunately, you are too narrow-minded.

    Because war is war, and soldiers are the main body of war.  They enjoy the glory of war, but they must also bear the sins of war.  War is unfair, but war is fair.

    You can¡¯t blame your opponent for your own failure.  Otherwise you are being naive.  "The actuary sighed.

    "Shut up, I only know that if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died at all. It was you who caused the defeat of the Moroccan army, and it was you who caused his death. I will never forgive you. Don't expect to be able to use it."  This attitude earned me forgiveness.

    Those few??Mercenaries, I will not release them.  Someone has to pay the price.  I've said it before, if it falls into my hands, it will be bad luck for them.  Colonel Mubarak said through gritted teeth.

    "From the time we entered until now, not a single word has been said asking you to release them." Lin Rui shook his head.

    "Then what are you here for?" Colonel Mubarak sneered, "Are you here to chat with me?"

    ¡°It¡¯s not just chatting, it¡¯s more about celebrating.¡± Lin Rui looked at Colonel Mubarak.

    "Celebrate?" Colonel Mubarak frowned, "What is there to celebrate?"

    "Your brother died on the battlefield. Although he was killed and only his ashes were returned, he died in a dignified manner. But you used dishonorable means to kill several mercenaries, and you thought you were avenging him.

    Since you have taken revenge, your heart must be full of joy now.  So it was time to celebrate, so I brought champagne.  "Lin Rui nodded.

    He slowly loosened the cap of the champagne and patted the bottom of the bottle.  With a bang, the champagne was opened and poured into several tall wine glasses.

    Colonel Mubarak looked at him, "Don't you feel sad? You wanted to save them before."

    "Those of us are living or dying all day long. We are stronger than you think. Now that we have set foot on this road, we know that there is no possibility of turning back. I want to be sad, but I can't. I just want to open a bottle of wine and give my heart to you.  My brothers see you off. At the same time, to celebrate your public revenge." Lin Rui picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

    At this moment, Colonel Mubarak¡¯s phone rang. He picked up the phone and listened to a few words. His face suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Lin Rui, "What on earth did you do?!"

    "What did you do?" Lin Rui held a wine glass in his hand and pretended to explain, "As you can see, we seem to be drinking."

    "I should be drinking." Jiang An took a sip of champagne, "It's French champagne, from a famous winery in Reims, France. The name of this wine seems to be Louis Roedere, and it is said that it tastes like a woman.  Resentment.

    I wonder if Colonel Mubarak feels this way?  "

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