American Fortune Life

Oriental sky rises a fish belly white, a round of red sun rises slowly from the sky, and the earth gradually brightens.

At dawn, through the windows, into the smoky office, United States Army Reserve Colonel Curtis Whiteford sat in the boss's chair, his eyes slightly smothered with smoke, his eyes covered with blood, and only a tiny dot of cigar left in his hand.

Looking up at the clock on the opposite wall, it was six o'clock, an hour after Hopfin's loss, he knew that by dawn, Hopfin had not taken anyone back to the barracks and that things would be totally messed up.

As Curtis Whiteford knows, I'm afraid Lieutenant Colonel Hopfin is at the moment a little less ferocious, and none of the soldiers who went with him have come back, and this time, I'm afraid it's going to be completely ruined.

Whiteford turned off the cigar with a gloomy face, stood tired from the chair, walked to the mirror of a cap hanging on the wall, looked at himself in the mirror, his lips trembled slightly a few times and sighed.

Regret?

Anything else is useless now.

After more than 24 years in the Army, the National Guard and the Army Reserve, he voluntarily came to Ilak to serve. When he was appointed head of the Army Interim Authority Reconstruction Project, he simply wanted to do what he thought was right and did what he could.

When he arrived in Ilak, however, he did not expect to find himself a big "fat man” - the chief of the Coalition Provisional Authority's Reconstruction Fund Management Service for the south-central Ilak region.

Nearly half of the $125 billion Ilak reconstruction fund was allocated to him. He also has the “one pen" privilege to approve contracts for reconstruction projects, combining the right to contract for reconstruction projects and the right to transfer reconstruction funds!

And most importantly, there's no one or institutional oversight, no one cares where that money is spent!

Shortly after he took office, an American named Stordell came to the door. This guy is not a legitimate businessman. The “business” he does is launder money for people.

He also remembered clearly that Dale's first meal with him was a seduction of his words, "Brother, it feels so worthless for you to guard the peace days of America, but to come to this shithole to work for a living is only a small wage. If you don't think for yourself, think for your eight children! ”

So, at Stoddale's temptation, he was greedy and decided to earn a hard time on the reconstruction contract.

To make the business go smoothly, he set up a "profit chain”, pulled his current and former employees out of the water, weaved a profit net, and slowly washed $50 billion into their pockets.

Everything was perfect, just waiting to retire safely, leave this shithole, take the money back to the United States, or find a scenic country to spend the rest of their lives in, just as the new president came to power, and United States federal investigators began investigating the fraudulent involvement of senior United States officials in Ilak reconstruction funds.

He wasn't too worried. After all, the whole chain of interests was very strong. Nobody in the whole group was clean. However, he could not have imagined that Stoddale was afraid to run away because he was being targeted by investigators.

Stoddale was in charge of money laundering and distributing funds, and he was responsible for the beating of some big characters. He knew too much, and when he sent someone to shut down and get his accounts back, he had run away.

Wow...

Curtis Whiteford washed a few faces, wiped the water stains on his face with a towel, combed his hair with a brush, cleaned his military uniform on his lower body, walked to his desk, sat down and picked up the folder on the table to open, frowned, and looked dimly at the information about Andy Smith and Freedom Eagle Security again.

“Boom!”

“Fucking freak! ”

Looking at the list of weapons contained in the Freedom Eagle file, Curtis almost spit his old blood again.

Modern mercenary companies, in fact, are closer to Blackwater, a black-hearted security company that carefully calculates profit and loss, rather than a combat corps that nurtures individual power.

Bearing in mind the gains made and the costs paid, security companies are often not equipped with tanks that consume fuel at high cost and walk more slowly. It would be nice to have armoured personnel carriers, often with cars only.

There are also security guards who are contract soldiers, who do not need to consider pensions, social security, etc., and whose lives are less precious, save money. If you have money, you will usually be equipped with light aircraft to boost the power of your troops, and it's a big company to accomplish certain short-timed emergency tasks.

But look at the Freedom Eagle's equipment. TM is crazy. Don't say the Regular Army is hostile to them. Even other mercenaries against these vultures will be crushed into scum. This is insane!

Headaches!

There is no way to get ‘things' back in Iraq, let alone back in the United States, and finding a way out of Andy Smith may be the only way out.

Curtis Whiteford frowned and thought, unfortunately, that he did not know this young, unorthodox, super-rich man, but that his loyal bosses in Washington should be able to help themselves.

It's just that he's really worried that once the greedy, ruthless politicians know that they've been corrupted and bribed, they'll be left with proof that they won't need the FBI to find them, and they'll shoot him soon.

Plus, how much can you offer yourself in exchange for a multibillion-dollar super-richman?

Curtis Whiteford is silent.

“Knock, knock...”

“Sir, something's happened! Lieutenant Colonel Hopfen, who left the mission in the morning, clashed with Freedom Eagle Security, and was held at the disposal of the Freedom Eagle... ”

Curtis listened to his men's debriefing in a bleak manner, and his hopes broke, and for a moment he felt the sky spinning, breathing in a hurry, leaning against the chair, closing his eyes, and his voice howling: “I see... ”

“Sir, we... ”

Someone was anxious to say something, and Curtis waved to interrupt, "Get out and leave me alone. ”

“Knock, knock! ”

The office door was closed, Curtis opened his atheistic eyes for a long time, and he reached for the chair armrest, sat upright, and his eyes flashed insanely. Now that things had gotten loud, he would not commit suicide, let alone be assassinated. Those big men would not want to eat and wipe clean, pay anything.

Even if they consider themselves scapegoats, they themselves must negotiate with them for the best results, or die together!

Thinking about it, Curtis took a black leather notebook out of the drawer and started following the phone number above, dialing the past...

While Curtis was in his final struggle, the United States military compound in Baghdad had blown up pots, and there had been a resurgence of the humiliation of the United States army by mercenaries, which had filled the entire United States military camp with fire and curses.

This strange scandal, which has embarrassed the face of the United States military once more, undoubtedly caused the greatest damage to the image of the United States military.

Half an hour later, dozens of personnel carriers and armoured vehicles were driven out of the United States military barracks and rushed to the Freedom Eagle base in Baghdad.

If both sides really wipe the guns, fight, I'm afraid nobody can take advantage of it, and see things go out of control, military personnel immediately report to the Supreme Commander of the Army in Iraq.

When the Supreme Commander of the United States Army in Iraq brought people to the Freedom Eagle Security Company base, they were lucky not to have opened fire and had been in a state of confrontation. Mainly, the employees of Freedom Eagle Company were calm and repeatedly warned each other not to cross the security line cloud.

With the arrival of the big man, the atmosphere of conflict cooled at the onset of the trigger, and as military personnel shouted, the closed base railway door opened, the base manager John Cook came out with a welcome...

Washington Reagan Airport, the Boeing 747 landed on the runway, slowly gliding, drove to a private apron, and the gangway flew in and set it up.

In the luxury cabin, Andy smiled and refreshed the information and photos he had just printed, put them in a file bag, opened his seat belt, and said to Candace, who blinked her eyes and a frustrating little assistant.

“We're going to split up later, and I'm going to have you sent to a hotel... ”

Candace frowned slightly when she heard it, but Andy's phone rang before she could say anything.

Andy twisted his head, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled helplessly and patted Candace's little hand. “Good boy, I have business to do. ”

Then, he answered the phone, as he thought, it was his grandfather Smith.

“ Okay, Grandpa, I'll be right there. It'll take about an hour. Um, then meet me, okay. ”