American Fortune Life

Basra, Iraq.

“Bang--”

“You can't go in there... ”

In the Iraqi police station, Major White, with two attendants and another white middle-aged man in civilian clothes, went straight to the office of the Commissioner of Police in Basra, not concerned that the Iraqis were somewhat pale and helpless.

“Who are you people? ”

Slightly oversized, the director of the Mediterranean haircut looked at three American soldiers and a man who seemed to be a government official and pushed directly into the door, questioning with some shame.

“CIA, we need to take the two Iraqi interpreters who have just been released by terrorists for investigation!” The white middle-aged man in plainclothes took out his ID and shook it, then dumped a file and handed it to each other.

“But they just got released, and we're investigating... ”

“Leave it to us! ”

The director looked at the faceless CIA agent, and the three American soldiers who had never had a slight expression, and saw Wyatt's shoulder title, without a slight pupil shrinking, and smiled somewhat embarrassingly: “Gentlemen, I need to make a phone call. ”

Two Iraqi translators, who had just left the tiger's mouth, were shocked and pushed by four United States soldiers with live ammunition into a military Hummermary, with Major White's stiff face smiling and the CIA shaking hands.

“Thanks, I'll buy you a drink sometime! ”

“No, send me two bottles of Spades A, I knew your supplies were here again, damn it, don't make a fuss... ”

“That's not our call. If we can get people out, we don't want any trouble. All right, I'll go first! ”

Watching White get in the car, surrounded by guarded groups of heavily armed men, weapons and equipment quickly get into the car, five military hummers lift up a dust and burst into the air.

CIA agents reached out and dispersed the dust, "You bastards!” He cursed and sat in his car, and when he got in, he picked up the on-board satellite phone report, "BOSS, they took him away. ”

“Good, I hope this bunch of crazy dogs get out of here... ”

Hearing from his boss, the CIA agent is also a cold sweat, and knowing that Freedom Eagle Security has had a 100 percent success rate since dropping its employees in Iraq and Afghanistan, not only because of their super combat power, especially weapons and logistical supplies, these are jealous teeth cuts.

Especially with high welfare benefits, a large group of war-torn killing machines were gathered, and in order to accomplish their mission, the mad dogs even saturated their target buildings with SMAW-D83mm rocket launchers before clearing them of fire.

And the reason is that they don't like seeing their own casualty reports because of the big BOSS behind the scenes...

In a shitty place like Iraq, the best place to find American coffee, champagne, wine and cigars is the Freedom Eagle, a bunch of crazy dogs, which are well treated, but this bunch of crazy dogs has been planning to plunder and rob Iraq on a massive scale since the beginning of the war. It's a lot of money, like locust crossing. Anyway, I don't see them coming home empty-handed every time I go on a mission, but they pay a lot of taxes, and I can only watch them dry.

Large-scale looting and looting of Iraq have been planned since the beginning of the war.

War wealth is the easiest to earn, and this capture and takeover of Freedom Eagle makes more money than the United States military is simply the residue of finger seams.

The United States administrator, as the occupying “authority”, seized all Iraqi assets and cash worldwide - a total of $13 billion.

They confiscated $3 billion of all Iraqi property in the United States and forcibly transferred Iraqi bank account assets to the United States military. They also requested and received a cumulative United Nations food-for-oil programme fund of some $21 billion.

In the first weeks of the occupation, the United States military controlled $6 billion in property, of which $4 billion came from the Central Bank and other Iraqi banks. They opened an account with the United States Central Bank, New York Branch, for the Development Fund for Iraq, whose assets operated in high secrecy. However, some $40 billion have been “nowhere to be found”.

“Psst!”

A black man in camouflage pants with a small vest spit in his disgust and walked out of the interrogation room to pay tribute to Major White, who stood in front of a special glass.

“Sir, it has been established that the kidnappers are a mixed black market militant whose target is Richard Butler, a journalist with CBS TV. ”

“Did you find out what it was?” Major White glanced slightly at the translator who was still curling up on the ground in the interrogation room.

“He doesn't know, he just knows that the group released him to send a signal to the outside world that they would release people if they got ransom, not to kill. The hiding place was also unknown, had been wearing a hood and had been driven around for a long time before they had been thrown out of the car, although it could be ascertained whether they were hiding in Basra or Basra. ”

“Oh, it's getting interesting!” Major White grinned and revealed a sip of Moringbai's teeth, which allowed a group of people to risk kidnapping in the city. Even now, they still want ransom. This group's appetite is quite good, so that it can be more valuable to dig.

“Sit down, this time you go to meet with the middleman, mainly bargaining, as long as possible, I will let you go with me to keep you safe.” Major White said to Roberts.

“Okay, I get it.” Roberts was relieved to hear that someone was protecting his safety, and to be honest, the locals had guns in their hands, and those who could do the job as guides and bodyguards couldn't get anywhere clean, or could just say that they were bodyguards during the day and robbed at night.

After Roberts left, Major White said to another man: "According to the tracker, keep an eye on the middleman. If you confirm that he has a direct connection with the kidnappers, immediately and secretly control them and pry his mouth open for me. I want to know the exact location of these bastards! ”

“Yessir!”

White frowned and knew that the possibility of obtaining information from intermediaries was insignificant and that there was no way to minimize the long-established counter-investigation experience and capabilities of Iraqi armed elements.

In fact, the best and dumbest way to do this is to get Iraqi security forces to help with the search and rescue, house-to-house searches, but he does not have that capacity and influence.

Then all that's left is military escort, breaking the rules to complete the mission.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in. ”

“Sir.” A white man in plain clothes salutes White.

“Any news?” White looked at each other with a little hope.

“Reportedly, the first reward has been taken, and Richard Butler met secretly with three black market businessmen in the week before his abduction, all of whom, according to information provided by the other side, had thousands of precious manuscripts and some early famous works of medieval Arab history, literature and natural sciences! ”

“Indeed!” Major White, listening to the debriefing, showed a cold smile on his face, which makes perfect sense, black eating, temporary gossip and kidnapping, these guys really make any kind of money.

“Can the three cultural smugglers identify themselves? ”

“The other party provided only one person's name. ”

“Find him right away and bring him back to me. He must know who the other two are. Oh, I'm sure he'll tell us who his competitors are! ”

Major White's rigid face was finally captured with a smile, not to be happy to be able to save people, but to see the value of the profits that came out of the incident, knowing that he was not a purely military man now, and that he needed to create profits for the company so that it would be worthwhile for him to sit in an air-conditioning room, drink wine, smoke cigars and work for millions of years.

Since the invasion of Iraq by United States forces, at least 10 million historical documents and 14,000 historical objects have been destroyed and stolen to date. Large quantities of cultural objects go to the black market and abroad.

The Hague Conference Law on the Conservation of Historic Antiquities, which stipulates that, in time of war, the occupying party is legally responsible for the preservation of local antiquities, is a legally sanctioned instrument of international law which, as the United States, has never signed it, has no binding effect whatsoever.

Many of Iraq's cultural treasures are military bases occupied and guarded by United States and BO-ran forces, who continue to excavate and steal, and Iraq has become the most active smuggling black market in the world.

As the head of Freedom Eagle Security in Iraq, White naturally knows that every time he gets a trophy, those precious artifacts are packed directly into a supplied military plane and shipped back to the United States to become the big boss's collection, and their executives know the big boss's hobby.

Wyatt muttered, picking up the satellite phone and calling Joseph, reporting back to him on the news and arranging for a possible harvest transfer.