Ring

In the luxurious bedroom, a purple silk quilt stretched out a hand, and Andy, who was sleepy, twisted her body and got up to get the retro golden microphone on the teapot.

"Hey, it's me, you said"

"Hmm? Rescued? No casualties, right? Well? The reporter from BS was killed before you went? Poor guy..."

"...Okay, does the other party have a living habit? Forget it, I shouldn't ask... Just do it according to your wishes. We won't come forward to such a thing. Let the military show off and exchange for something affordable. As for whether it is the US military or the Iraqi security forces of Basra, let them argue by themselves. Let Charlie Hanks be interviewed by the media and teach him what to say, this unlucky guy, after the interview, he will let him take a plane back to the United States..."

At 4:30 pm on February 17, the Iraqi Basra, whose high temperature was slightly relieved by 50 degrees Celsius, was still so hot that it was unbearable.

In a chaotic residential area, in a residential house with bullet holes on the wall, Major White looked at the only survivor kneeling in front of him, and stomped his feet and asked, "It's in the basement below, right?"

"Yes, yes, don't kill..."

"Bang!"

White put the pistol still emitting smoke back into the holster and turned to the standing people and said, "Put the things below, move faster, move them lightly, do you understand?"

“yes sir!” …

"Report to the sir, loading is completed."

"We will be stationed!"

After White, who was sitting in a special military Hummer, closed the window. The car rang twice, and the convoy began to move and drove away from the residential area at a rapid speed.

Meanwhile, former Basra City Government, Basra officials, Iraq's security commander and rescued Charlie Hanks began to tell stories in front of dozens of journalists.

Iraqi security forces recently launched a three-week military operation in Basra to crack down on all kinds of illegal armed forces and began searching door-to-door weapons in the main urban areas of Basra.

He was rescued at around 3:30 pm on February 17. At that time, the Iraqi soldiers were conducting a search in Basra. He did not know that Charlie and Butler were in one of the houses. When the army approached the house, four militants began to open fire at the Iraqi army. Then the two sides started a fierce battle. Three militants were shot dead and one escaped. Charlie, who was rescued, was not injured and in good health.

However, because BS TV and the British government did not respond to their ransom conditions, when British journalist Richard Butler was found, he had been killed...

Charlie Hanks expressed his gratitude to the Iraqi military and said that he looked forward to reunite with his family and friends in Newsweek as soon as possible, thanking the newspaper for his efforts to save him, and thanking the boss and editor-in-chief. When asked about his impression of the Iraqi military, Butler said they were very "smart". …

Beep

In front of the checkpoint at the US military airport, Major White took out a few boxes of cigars and two bottles of spades and champagne from the car window and handed them to the US soldiers who came to inspect.

"Okay, no need to check, let them in"

White, wearing sunglasses, nodded coolly and closed the window. The convoy was a group of five military Hummers and a sealed van drove into the airport.

"Sir, they..."

"Okay, don't talk too much. If you don't want to die in Iraq, don't mess with these mad dogs. Take it, take it and give you some points. This bottle of wine will give you enough to go to the LV camp and have a good night. The girls will love you so much!"

Seeing the sergeant who stuffed himself a box of cigars and a bottle of spades and a bottle of champagne, he returned to the booth with the rest of the things, he couldn't help but spat with contempt. Damn, I really thought I didn't know the goods. I could play for an hour for one dollar in the lv camp, and this bottle of champagne was worth hundreds of dollars, so fools would give them to the soldiers.

Free Eagle...

"Be careful to move!"

Major White stood on the rear hatch of the transport plane and told his subordinates who were carrying wooden boxes upwards.

"How many boxes are there in total?" A US military officer walked over and asked with a folder and a pen in his hand.

“Box 23.”

“…”

“Iraq crafts!”

“…”

Major White took the customs declaration form, signed his name a few times, looked back at his subordinates who were carefully starting to fix the box, and turned back to the US military officer and said, "How are you thinking about it?"

"You really need to be equipped with a cobra helicopter?" the officer asked again uncertainly.

"I don't have time to joke with you. The company will soon equip each branch with an ah-1z. If the pilots had not been equipped with all digital helmets, I would not have looked for you to move the cannon, the photoelectric sensor compartment and the helmet simultaneously. The helicopter coming will be equipped with a 70mm laser semi-active guided rocket. If you can't make a decision, I will go to find someone else!"

"Okay!" The officer gritted his teeth and agreed with a serious expression, "Then, please continue to take care of the superiors in the future!"

Major White rolled his eyes and said, "You can buy a farm after working in the company for one or two years. Then you decide whether to go back to the headquarters to be an instructor, ace pilot local staff member, fxxk, you can also think of it..." …

After watching the military transport aircraft rented by his company climb from the runway and slowly disappearing in the sky, Major White breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not know the specific value of these things, he had also seen the historical time marked on the catalogues, which could be said to be priceless.

However, thinking of his generous gift for his young boss, after the shipment arrived, the members who participated in the mission will be divided into 5 million US dollars in bonuses, and at least one million US dollars will be added in his private account...

In the Little Versailles Palace in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, like the study of the palace library, Andy sat in front of the priceless Louis XV writing desk, watching the briefing on the computer.

"Dongdong"

"Come in."

"Boss, I'm back, Miss Ivana's plane has taken off."

"Well, please, by the way, Kenny, are you wrapped up on the road?"

"I just received the news that the plane has left Iraq's airspace."

"Well, that's fine, that's fine, let Tori come in when you go out."

"Okay boss."

Andy looked at Kenny's back as he left, smashed his mouth a few times, and another batch of precious handicrafts were about to arrive, and his treasure room could be enriched again.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, close the door, come here."

Hearing Andy's words, Tori's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and a touch of charm appeared between his eyebrows and eyes. He quickly walked to Andy's side, waiting for the devil's claws.

"..." Andy looked at the little assistant who started to send sao, rolled her eyes in anger, and did not touch her, but said, "Appoint a task for you."

"ah?"

"Ah what, at 10 o'clock you represent me at a press conference to condemn the shooting at Northern Illinois University and call for guns to be kept away from campus..."

"Shouldn't it be a call for a ban?" The little assistant was still a little confused, but still asked the question that there were quarrels everywhere in the news these days.

"The ban on pi is simply impossible. Just shouting slogans is useless. Let's talk about something practical. Campus shootings happen too frequently. It's a bad thing to come here once or twice a year. I need to respond to my Facebook message. You can be my spokesperson."

"Me? Boss...I, I can't do it!" The little assistant reacted, shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, and his pretty face turned a little red because of excitement.

"It's okay if you don't work! Didn't you do a good job when you came on a TV series? Just pretend that you were filming a TV series. You played a press spokesperson and asked Christina to write you a speech. By the way, do you still remember how to paint your makeup?" Andy asked suddenly.

"What...what makeup?" Tori's mind was nervous and confused, and he could not think.

Andy rolled her eyes, found an open piece from a stack of newspapers beside her, put it in front of the tutor, pointed to the photo on the newspaper and said, "Kate Middleton."

Tory saw a photo of a woman in the newspaper and a slightly blurry photo next to her, but she still recognized the main foot in the photo, Prince William of England. The title of the news was, "Prince William was almost smashed by the bar!"

A black line suddenly appeared on the little assistant's forehead, and the corners of his mouth were pulled unnaturally. Looking at the smirk on the face of the big devil, he rolled his eyes in anger. This bastard's evil taste broke out again.
Chapter completed!