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Porovich quickly delivered the car that night.
In Iraq, Japanese cars are the most common, and a very large part of the cars are second-hand cars imported directly. Therefore, the streets in Iraq are filled with broken cars from Japan, so much so that the four cars sent by Polovich They are all Toyotas, because such cars will not attract special attention when driving on the roads of Iraq.
Porovich brought his own car, a seven-seater Land Cruiser. It had been modified and looked like an old model from the late 1990s. However, underneath the dirty and old appearance, It is equipped with a brand new frame and heart, and the glass is all bulletproof glass. There is armor hidden in the door. Although it is not protective against RPGs, it can withstand close range fire from a 12.7mm heavy machine gun.
To ensure that the car was in good condition, Polovich had to send some modified cars, a car produced in 2009, but the body of the car was deliberately painted very dirty, and then all the shiny parts were removed. It becomes a car that looks very old, but it shouldn't really break down in the middle of the road.
As for the pickup truck, it is worth mentioning that the pickup truck pulls a "cliff" 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun. In order to avoid using a high gun mount and making the target too obvious, it cannot be used without the gun mount. In that case, the heavy machine gun will be too difficult to control. , so Polovich installed an electrically controlled gun rack on the pickup truck.
Press the electric button in the car or outside, and the three brackets mounted on the electric pulleys will stand up, which can lift the heavy machine gun in six seconds. When not in use, press the electric button to let the heavy machine gun fall back into the car. In the bucket, once the cloth is covered, it is difficult to see that he is pulling a heavy machine gun.
Of course, no matter how modified the vehicle is, it cannot stop a bomb planted on the roadside. If you want to safely deliver the goods to the place, the most important thing is to avoid fighting.
To avoid fighting, in fact, it mainly depends on the efforts of Tomler or the cargo owner. It must be able to pass safely through the areas controlled by the government forces, and it must also pass harmlessly through the territory controlled by the complicated separatist armed forces. In addition, It depends on your luck, don't encounter a bomb, don't be accidentally targeted with a rocket launcher.
Porovich was very sincere and prepared a good car, but Gao Yang and the others have never been able to use it because they have not been notified that they can set off.
It's been three days. They've been in the Green Zone for three days. Apart from eating and drinking every day, Gao Yang and the others are just a group of people playing baseball with Frye. Zhencheng is on vacation. As for the mission, let alone setting off, they can't even hear the right words. .
Gao Yang contacted Tomler once, and the reply he received was that the goods had been seized by armed forces. However, Gao Yang and the others did not need to use force to take it back, they just had to wait quietly for the news.
" Wait another week. If the goods are to be returned within the time limit, then when will we set off? If the goods are not returned, the task will be terminated, the deposit will not be refunded, and the balance will not be paid. This task will end in a muddle.
After getting Tomler's reply, Gao Yang really hoped that the goods would not come back, and then the mission would be over. Someone gave them five million to invite them to travel to Iraq. Although this place is really not a good place, but human beings can't It's so shameless. I paid five million dollars just to treat them to a tour. What else could I be dissatisfied with?
Gao Yang thought about it, hoping that he could just travel for a while and then go back. Unfortunately, God did not fulfill his wish.
It was approaching dusk, when the residents of the Green Zone were all out for activities. Gao Yang and a group of people from Satan were playing baseball with Frye, when the phone suddenly rang.
Gao Yang answered the phone, but it was Tomler calling.
"Gongyang, the problem has finally been solved. Someone will take you out of the Green Zone to pick up the goods at 12 o'clock tonight. After receiving the goods, the rest is your business. Get ready. At 12 o'clock tonight on time Set off."
Tomler¡¯s voice sounded a little tired, but also relaxed, but Gao Yang was very depressed because his hope was shattered.
Putting away the phone, Gao Yang waved his hand and said loudly: "Stop, everyone, we have to get on with our work. Faq, go back and pack your things."
Bruce straightened his waist, took off his gloves, and said with relief: "Finally we don't have to wait anymore, that's great. I'll finish the job early and go home early."
Seeing Frye and Robert also stop, Gao Yang said urgently: "You two keep playing, it's okay. We only set off at twelve o'clock in the evening. It's not even six o'clock yet, so it's still early."
Gao Yang didn¡¯t want to delay Frye¡¯s time for practicing football. The sun in Iraq kills people during the day, so he could move around from afternoon to dark every day.At the end, when the crowd slowly approached him and then suddenly rushed towards him, Frye realized something was wrong, but it was already too late. In order to play ball, he did not bring a walkie-talkie, a pistol, or a grenade.
He punched down a person who was trying to knock him down. When Frye turned around and tried to escape in another direction, he was hugged by someone and fell to the ground. When he struggled to get up, he was immediately pressed down by several people. Bottom.
Robert was also held down, and then, crazy Johnson, who had a plaster on his right hand hanging around his neck and a bat in his left hand, stood in front of Frye and said with a ferocious smile: "You think I will let it go?" You? Do you think so? Humph, you are wrong." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com