Chapter 1617: Theater pass

"What to do?" Jiang An looked at Lin Rui and said, "Do you really take him to find someone?"
"Bring him. 81 Chinese Δ┡Wennet" Lin Rui thought for a while, "We are not familiar with the terrain and need a guide. And he is always more familiar with Gusmeoz than we are, in case he is lying, and we rush What should I do if I am empty? Shall we come back and find him to settle the account?"
Jian An nodded and said to Sergey, "Russian, please search his body, don’t have any communication or positioning devices. Handcuff him up and take the car up, and find someone to stare at him, don’t let him play tricks. ."
Lin Rui nodded and said, "By the way, others saw it when I went out. Because he is a contact of Gusmeoz, he may have other backgrounds. If someone finds that he was caught by us, the situation may not be very good."
"Okay, it. Then where should I hide this guy? Should I put it in my pocket and take it out?" Sergey frowned. The complaint was a complaint, but he took the shopkeeper out anyway. He found a robe worn by an Arab, wrapped the man all over, and pushed into the car.
Lin Rui thought for a while and said, "You guys check this store by the way to see if there are any other suspicious clues. I don't really believe this person."
Jiang An nodded, and searched the store with a few team members, and found some weapons and ammunition, as well as a lot of cash. It seemed that this person was right. Gusmeoz was in trouble, and he was already preparing to run away. Weapons and cash should be what he used to escape.
"Boss, it seems that the situation is similar to what he said." Crazy Horse nodded.
"Okay, close the door of his shop, lest people realize that he is no longer there. Then let all the brothers get in the car and get out." Lin Rui shook his head, "This day is really messy today."
Jiang An nodded, greeted the mercenaries to tidy up the shop, and then closed the door when he left. After getting in the car, Lin Rui tore off the shopkeeper's head-wrapped robe, "Lead the way, if I find you deliberately procrastinate or play other tricks, I will immediately ask you to look good."
The man nodded repeatedly, and under his leadership, Lin Rui and the others drove out of Zhahu, all the way towards Mosul. It is not an exaggeration to say that this city is currently the least safe place in Iraq. A large number of extremists are entrenched, fighting with Iraqi government forces and Kurdish armed forces every day.
The city that has been devastated by war has sporadic street fighting everywhere.
There were bullet scars everywhere, and there were pits on the ground that were forced to fire by artillery, and there were some larger ones, which should have been caused by rocket launchers, perhaps roadside bombs.
"Be careful, it seems that even if we don't enter Mosul, it's dangerous enough in the surrounding area." Lin Rui frowned.
There is smoke everywhere on the road, some of which are burning waste car tires. Extremists use these as simple battlefield smoke screens. Burning these tires in the windward direction can shield the opponent's sight. Although this approach is not on the table, it is more practical and on-site. The only drawback is the stench of burning rubber.
It seems that the fighting here is over, and the Iraqi government forces are pulling up temporary checkpoints. "Hey, you guys, stop." A government soldier walked over and said loudly, "This is blocked, and no approach is allowed."
Crazy Horse poked his head out of the car window and handed him a card, "We are employees of a military company and a second-level authorization from a defense contractor. We have special tasks and must pass here."
"But I didn't receive the relevant order, sir. The order we received was to block this area, establish a line of defense, and stick to it." The soldier shouted.
"Then get the Americans. They should have a military adviser in your army. I'll talk to him." Crazy Horse frowned.
"Sir, I am following the orders of the Iraqi security forces, not the Americans." The soldier looked at Crazy Horse.
"Well said, but maybe your superiors don't think so. To tell you the truth, our mission is the highest level of security missions in the United States, and is related to Iraq's national security. So why don't you call for instructions? "Crazy Horse looked at him.
"What's the matter?" A heavily armed man walked over, and his iconic lid was a Yankee. But instead of wearing a helmet, he is wearing sunglasses and chewing gum. Rolled up his sleeves, revealing two arms full of yellow hair.
"They want to pass here." The Iraqi soldier shook his head. "I'm explaining to them."
"At this time, which is rushing to die?" The Yankee turned his head and looked at Crazy Horse, "Hey, what do you do?"
At this time, Lincoln pushed the door and got out of the car, "Fuck off, Jonathan, let your people get out of the car."
"You... Lieutenant!" The Yankee was taken aback and spit out the gum. He rushed over and hugged Lincoln, "Haha, Lieutenant Lincoln, are you still alive?!"
"Nonsense, you are not dead. Why can't I live?" Lincoln patted the Yankee Jonathan the back.
Jonathan finally let go of Lincoln, "Lieutenant, I heard that you had a hard time after you retired."
"We are all tough, Jonathan. It is not easy to adapt to the lives of ordinary people." Lincoln whispered.
"By the way, why are you here?" Jonathan said.
"I'm in a military company just like you. This time, we have a mission to go through. You know the dirty work of the Department of Defense." Lincoln patted Jonathan on the shoulder. "Are you in charge of training them? Why don't you say hello to me?"
"Of course, but the front is very dangerous." Jonathan looked at the identity card hanging on Lincoln's chest. Surprised and said, "God, are you in the black island company?"
Lincoln nodded, "Yes."
"That is a company that has in-depth cooperation with the U.S. military. You should have access rights for defense contractors. It is not illegal for me to let you pass, but don't blame me for not reminding you. It is indeed dangerous." Jonathan nodded.
"Don't worry." Lincoln patted him on the shoulder.
After Jonathan turned his head and whispered a few words to the Iraqi soldier, the Iraqi soldier removed the barricade and let them pass. "Thanks, buddy!"
"If so. Nice to meet you, Lieutenant." Jonathan waved.
He watched the car of Lin Rui and others drive away. It was not until they had left that he took a cigarette and took a sip.
"Instructor, who are those?" The Iraqi soldier frowned.
"I was a lieutenant when I was in the reconnaissance company." Jonathan was silent for a while, "I owe him some favors. I didn't expect him to go this way. But to be honest, it seems that we have nothing else but this The road is gone."