"I can't help you, man. I can't handle this time." Horn looked at Monty and said directly: "I didn't exchange your news for the bounty from the service station. This is the most things that my old friend can do. You have to know that you and your team are worth a lot of money now."

When Monty heard this, she could only smile bitterly. Although there was no definite news, the jackal must have been looking for himself and his team all over the world. It was precisely because of this that Monty came here to find Horn. I hope he could help him hand me a few words to the jackal.

Obviously, Horn felt that he didn't need to get into this muddy water. Monty's mercenary group was taken from Horn. In other words, Horn helped him form. To a certain extent, Horn is Monty's financial backer. Of course, the two have a good personal relationship.

"I can tell you clearly that maybe I am very strong in your cognition. But in fact, I am just a small character." Horn spread his hands and whispered: "As long as those big guys talk, countless people are willing to take my head to give them credit."

Looking at Monty, Horn said sincerely: "My personal advice to you is to find the jackal by yourself. This will be better than finding you. Of course, if you are stained with their blood, you will inevitably have to pay the price. But at least, others will be fine."

Monty had a calm face and said nothing. After a while, she stood up and whispered to Horn: "Okay, old friend. Thank you for your advice. Goodbye! Or... goodbye forever."

"Goodbye. Or, goodbye." Horn sighed slightly, watching Monty get up and leave the cafe. This time, maybe it's really goodbye. Monty can't appear again, maybe he will become an unknown corpse somewhere, and then be cremated, or thrown away in the wilderness and rot like this.

This is his fate and the fate of most mercenaries. I don’t know when I got into trouble, took on some damn tasks, and then ruined myself. Maybe I will spend several years well, but good luck will not always visit you.

Just one bad luck, a little mistake or a mistake in judgment. That is enough to ruin one person or even the entire mercenary group.

"The principle of the service station is to never disclose any information about customers." The webmaster of Baghdad bowed slightly in front of Hou Dasheng and said softly: "We will handle the matters entrusted by the customer to us. But not all matters will be submitted to the headquarters for filing."

The webmaster was still so polite and whispered to Hou Dasheng: "Just like your information, we will not hand over to anyone. Customer information has a sealed period. We will only file a special important matter and hand it over to the headquarters after the matter is over. However, we will not disclose the situation and information about the customer in this matter."

"I don't care about these. What I need to know is which mercenary group of Bagh attacked us during this period." Hou Dasheng looked at the webmaster and said in a deep voice: "Also, who is the employer of this matter? This is what I care about. My people are dead, and some people need to pay the price for it."

The situation of service stations or service providers is very special. Their initial formation was based on convenience, transporting property or letters. Gradually, they became a place to sell stolen goods. Then intelligence and shelter requests came in a flood. Gradually, they improved step by step, and finally formed the current pattern.

Service providers have not encountered crises. In fact, they have faced crazy encirclements several times. Fortunately, the service station has its own way of survival, so they survived. And sticking to the principle that they have always kept confidentiality for customers. This is one of the reasons why they still exist.

Hou Dasheng has seen the files sealed at the service provider headquarters and only the directors can read. There are many unknown facts recorded in it, but who operated them and who handled them. However, there is no mention at all. Hou Dasheng at most guesses who was involved in this matter through matters.

However, guessing is just guessing. Many of the real people who are in charge are no longer alive. The entire process of retreat of the strong man that Hou Dasheng himself experienced was also recorded in the archives. However, as in other situations, many details will be vague.

"Sir, we are already in an expedited manner to handle your matters. To be honest, the price of 500,000 euros can indeed make many people excited. But it is not enough." The webmaster looked at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "We have received some of the news..."

As he said that, he took out a file bag and placed it in front of Hou Dasheng: "Three Gunners, currently ranked in the top ten small mercenary group. There are thirty people, the regiment commander Viper. According to the news, they have appeared in Iraq recently. But they are coming and going in a hurry, and no one knows what they have done."

"This team has the ability to completely annihilate the Bobcats team in the ambush circle." After a pause, the webmaster continued: "The attacking guerrillas were also found. They were from the Utbach tribe. The team led by Hamad Latif."

Hou Dasheng nodded and signaled the webmaster to continue speaking. The situation here is very special. Three quarters of the population of the entire country belong to different tribes. There are more than 150 different large tribes in the entire country. There are more than 2,000 branches and tribes under these large tribes. The leaders of these tribes have extremely high prestige and power in their own tribes.

Many times, the US military even had to make some compromises with them. Otherwise, what would be greeted by the US military would be endless harassment. Of course, even if some compromises were made, the harassment of the guerrillas did not stop. It just weakened a lot.

In fact, the work on tribes was done before the war began. The main body was naturally the intelligence department, who wandered among the major tribes, sprinkled money and promised various benefits. It was best to be able to stand on the side of the US military, and at the least hoped that they would remain neutral.

Their work is fruitful. After the US military entered, many large tribes remained silent. On the one hand, they did receive benefits, and on the other hand, they were also shocked by the strength of the US military. Of course, this does not prevent them from secretly supporting some people who are looking for trouble for the US military.

There will not be too much support, but not too little. The money will be given, and good words will be shouted and some support will be given. But they will definitely not allow their own people to participate. This is the case with Latif and others. These people are dissatisfied with the US military's actions in Iraq, so they chose to become guerrillas.

As their tribe, they naturally have extremely verbal support for this. The young people who want to make a difference are involved, but the tribe does not object. But the tribe as a whole will never participate in this matter. Of course, some aid is given and some firearms.

"Is there any more specific situation?" Hou Dasheng looked at the webmaster and asked in a deep voice. The webmaster responded with a smile: "How to say... If you are here, this kind of information is still easy to collect. After all, they don't value confidentiality."

When Hou Dasheng heard this, he showed a rare smile on his face. What the webmaster said was the truth. The people here are really not so confidential. It is so bad that you will feel that you have encountered an idiot. There are many things you don’t even have to make a cliché on yourself, and they will show off their flaunts.

I was afraid that others would not know what they had done. This habit brought about by the fact that many things were not necessary to spend too much effort on the service station to receive messages. Those who went to the service station to talk about business have many things to the bartender.

For example, where did they kill how many people they did, and who was the sniper who always attacked the US military. Within a few efforts, they could sell their own people completely. Therefore, the business service station here is easy to do.

They don't know the value of this intelligence, but the service station is very clear. The information they accidentally revealed is collected by the service station and then packaged and sold. The US military and CIA will be very interested in this intelligence.

"First give me the information about the Three Gun Guns, and then collect some of the situation about Latif and the others." Hou Dasheng looked at the webmaster solemnly and said in a deep voice: "I hope this matter can be resolved as soon as possible. In terms of price...... it will increase to 1.5 million euros. If it is confirmed that it is the Three Gun Guns, then the head of the Poison Snake is worth three million! The entire Three Gun Guns, five million!"

Hou Dasheng looked at the webmaster coldly and said, "Since you want to brighten your muscles, then just shiny your muscles at once. Also, it is impossible for the Three Gunners to do this for no reason. Who hired it, this matter also needs to be digged deep! The knife needs to be broken, and I will also cut off the hand holding the knife!"

It was at this moment that Horn in the car in the night outskirts of Rome, sighed slightly. His bodyguard was dead, and his neck was strangled with a steel cable. Therefore, his bodyguard's eyes were wide open, and his whole face turned red and now became a little purple due to blood stasis.

"Are you going to get to this point? Monty, I always thought we were old friends..." In the night, more than ten men slowly surrounded Horn's car, and the driver had already been knocked to the back of his head with a hammer. He could not die anymore.

In the shadow of the night, Monty slowly walked out: "Yes, I think we are old friends, too. Until you rejected me in the cafe. At that time, I realized that I was actually thinking too much. Our relationship may be limited to that. Not old friends."

"Monty! Don't you think about what you are doing! If it's something else, can I not help you?! But you are provoking those mad dogs! Not one, but a group! They are all madmen! None isn't there!" Horn growled in an angry tone: "What?! You're not dead enough, do you have to drag me into the water?!"
Chapter completed!