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War is not an exchange of courtesies, I will pay you back once if you give me once, and it is not a matter of course to repay debts.
War is a game, and in addition to life, it is death.
Through the light green aiming lens, Li Changjiang glanced over and over again at any corner that his gaze could reach, he knew very well that the other party was the same, and there was no need for too many intrigues and tricks at all, let alone in this kind of one-on-one sniper battle.
The numbers on the display kept jumping, and in the bottom column of the effective firing range, there was only one number left: 50 With an effective distance of 50 meters, Li Changjiang is sure to kill any creature that appears in his field of vision.
"Damn, it didn't hit" In a building less than 50 meters away from Li Changjiang, behind the purple-black striped curtains, a white man shook his fist slightly angrily.
"Han, calm down" ", the cunning Huaxia people, actually let him escape."
The white man, known as Han, raised his sniper rifle again and hid behind the curtain to observe the situation below, condescendingly, he could see any movement below, but he did not seem to find the shadow of the Chinese man in the field of vision of the scope.
Damn it Where did he go Li Changjiang also did not find the position of the other party, the person who fired the shot must be a veteran, once he found himself in the shooting state, the other party did not show the slightest movement at all.
From pulling the trigger to remaining silent, the opponent fired a total of 4 shots, the first shot was dodged by himself, the second shot hit Luis, and the third and fourth shots missed.
Now the competition between the two sides is endurance.
But Li Changjiang is sure that the other party will definitely be exposed before him, and the reason is very simple, because Williams and others are still below, and it is impossible for him to keep an eye on him.
"Chief, we should rush over."
Lin Tao didn't guess wrong, and Bob seemed to see where the current breakthrough was.
Williams and the others looked around, and he wasn't sure if the other party was alone or if there were other hunters waiting for them to come up.
"Tim, did you find anything?"
"There hasn't been any movement."
Minutes and seconds passed.
Li Changjiang's left arm holding the gun began to go numb, and it would have been impossible to maintain this posture for a long time, if it wasn't for the strength in his heart.
Both sides are waiting.
And in the camp near Benghazi West City.
As we moved deeper into the core of the camp, the atmosphere of slaughter intensified, and in a small courtyard near the east side of the camp, down the concrete passageway, the rebel soldiers stood with guns on great alert, which was obviously an important place.
Barty frowned slightly.
Because it's obviously not a good place, it's a prison, a cellar-turned-prison. syllable syllable "Tell me, where is Kazafei?"
"Phew" "Alright, let go of him."
"Yes, General."
The man in white civilian clothes was the head of the camp, Abdel Sevans, and the nominal number two in the military of the Libyan rebels.
And the man who was whipped to the point of not being humanoid was the same captive that the Gripen team had captured from Tripoli earlier.
As for who the other party is, they don't know and won't care.
Walking all the way down the dark passage into the interrogation room, Barty's face looked a little suspicious, he came from the U.S.
Navy Special Forces, and he knew very well what this kind of passage was for.
The situation in Libya is uncertain at the moment, and despite the support of Western countries, the fighting power of the rebels is really not flattering, and he is even sure that he will be able to carry out a decapitation operation.
However, he has not forgotten his identity as a mercenary, and war is only a tool for him to make money.
"Hello, Mr.
Barty."
"General Abre, I don't think you invited me here to catch up with me."
Barty was somewhat wary of the other party's intentions.
Libyans aren't that friendly.
"Of course, I know that Mr.
Barty has always had a connection with the U.S.
Marine Corps, right?"
Abul waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped back, standing far outside to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on the conversation.
Barty's eyes jumped a little when he heard this.
This information is extremely secretive, how could Abul know.
"You don't have to worry, although I don't like Americans, Mr.
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Barty is different, we are partners, right?"
Light a cigarette.
Abl slowly walked over to Zhuo and poured two glasses of red wine, handed one to Barty, and the two clinked glasses gently.
"I need weapons, a lot of weapons, rifles, rocket artillery, even anti-tank guns and anti-aircraft missiles and a lot of grenades, you don't have to worry about the price, as long as you can get these things, I can make sure you earn money that you can't spend in your life."
Abul said somewhat nonchalantly.
Barty couldn't help but be a little moved.
He naturally understands that arms and drugs are the most profitable things in world trade, but this kind of thing is not as simple as he imagined.
He wasn't afraid of smuggling some small quantities of equipment, but the amount Abul said was definitely a scary number.
Of course, there is certainly a lot of money to be made.
But he was still a little hesitant.
"Mr.
Barty, I thought maybe you could introduce me to that Colonel Sloane."
Barty was really not calm this time.
His dealings with Sloane were so secretive that no one could have known about them, but it was clear that Abl must have something in his hands now.
"General Abler, since you already know Colonel Sloane, I may allow you to talk to him, and I think you should know that the weapons of the American army are not as ubiquitous as those of the Russians."
"Of course, the Americans' weapons are the best I've ever seen."
Abul held out a somewhat comical thumbs up, and the devil knew what was going on in his mind.
"Mr.
Abre, I have another free piece of information here, I don't know if you are interested."
Barty seemed to be confident that Abul would be satisfied with the news he had brought.
"You say."
"I heard that there is a new Chinese in the Gripen mercenary team, but as far as I know, this Chinese does not seem to be a mercenary, but came to Benghazi to find someone, as for who to find, I'm afraid only they know.
Of course, the most important thing is that this Chinese man seems to be an active soldier. ” "Chinese People" Abul glanced at Barty meaningfully.
He didn't care about the conflict between Caesar and the Gripen, and the sandpiper and clam were competing for the fisherman's profit, but he was a little curious about the news that Barty had brought.
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