From Arms Dealer To King of War

Chapter 1173: Boss Qiao’s patience is exhausted

 A large number of Iraqi police forces, about 300 people, suddenly appeared at the door of the P.B base...

　　When they discovered that all the security at the base entrance had been evacuated, the policemen pushed open the base gate, drove into the base and dispersed, surrounding the headquarters building where Boss Qiao was located.

The Kurdish auxiliary soldiers set up a position in front of the building and faced off with the police force, but the disparity in numbers was too big...

Chauga saw a middle-aged Iraqi officer with a gray beard raising his hands to indicate that he had no weapons. He moved closer to the building and shouted loudly...

“We have no ill intentions, we are here to assist the base in defense and protect you...”

Chauga hung up the call to the Iraqi Prime Minister, then shook his head slightly and said: "Why are there always some self-righteous people who think they are saving the country?

 Why do some people always think that it is better to cooperate with people from the United States than with me?

 Why do some people always think that they can get more by getting rid of me? "

Dorian looked at the police officer walking towards him in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Is there something wrong with the Iraqi government?"

Chaojia shook his head and said: "No, it is a problem with some people in the Iraqi government who feel that there is not enough oil and water.

The United States has brainwashed the world for too long, which makes them always successful when they want to incite some people.

A little benefit, a little promise can make some people who feel they have been treated unfairly jump out, and then incite more fools to follow..."

As he spoke, Qiaojia waved his hand to the Kurdish militiamen not far away, gesturing for them to release the middle-aged officer...

Seeing the middle-aged officer with gray beard walking towards him with his chin raised, Qiao Jia leaned against the wall, waved to him and said, "I don't want to listen to you. I just want you to come here so that you can live and see that you have something." How stupid…”

 As he spoke, Qiao Jia pressed the communicator when the middle-aged officer's expression changed drastically, and said: "Fire..."

Following Choga's order, the sentry machine guns on both sides of the base gate, the automatic weapons station on the top of the headquarters building, and the automatic weapons station on the seemingly randomly parked Mirosh armored vehicle began to fire...

  12.7mm machine guns, 7.62mm machine guns, and 40mm grenades pounced on the members of the police force who rashly broke into the P·B base...

"No…"

The middle-aged officer's eyes widened and he exclaimed. When he wanted to rush towards Qiao Jia, Dorian grabbed his neck and forced him to turn to his men who were looking at him...

The sudden attack confused the police force. They were also people who had seen war. However, under this crossfire of high and low levels, these people did not even have a chance to fight back...

They were immediately suppressed and fell to the ground, wailing desperately like driven animals and crawling around, looking for a safe place...

 Qiao Jia pushed away the shield that Ayou had erected in front of him, and just sat on the porch of the building loudly, watching the police force members being beaten into pieces.

This kind of small-scale saturation attack is very terrifying. Vehicles are riddled with holes, human bodies are torn apart, and an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters has become a millstone of flesh and blood.

 The extremely ferocious crossfire tore the police force members into pieces bit by bit!

 The shooting lasted for a full 10 minutes!

 It was not until it was confirmed that there were no living creatures in the field that the machine gun stopped firing...

 The thick smell of gunpowder smoke filled the surroundings, covering up the smell of blood...

Qiao Jia sat on the bench and leaned forward to look at the middle-aged officer with dull eyes. He said in a heavy tone: "Do you regret it?"

The middle-aged officer, who had been completely frightened, turned to look at Qiao Jia, with fear in his eyes, and said tremblingly: "I am not an enemy, I have never thought about attacking you, I just want you to leave my country. , the trouble you brought us..."

Qiao Jia shook his head slightly and said, "Just because I caused a little trouble, you want to drive me away?

 Drive away a person who helped you build material channels to save the people from hunger?

 Get rid of a person who helped you drive out Isis, capture Mosul, and ease conflicts in the Kurdish Autonomous Region?

 Get rid of someone who helped you rebuild your economy and get your city moving again?

 An American calls you and offers some conditions, and you want to drive me away?

 Who do you think is responsible for the current situation in Iraq? "

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at the middle-aged officer with trembling lips and said: "PB has never been an enemy of Iraq. Without PB, your country is still a country where terrorists are rampant and the people are in danger...

 You are a rebel. You will be tried by the Iraqi court. The crime is leading a team to attack P.B.'s base.

 You can stand in court and tell others what you lied to yourself about, and then see if the families of those in the police force will believe you?

  Don’t worry, you won’t die. You can slowly feel the taste of regret in an Iraqi prison...

Every day that you are rebellious, you will wake up those who have different aspirations. "

The middle-aged officer was completely stupid. He didn't even have the courage to refute Boss Qiao. He just knelt on the ground and looked at the hell-like area a hundred meters away, and kept talking to himself...

 “I’m not an enemy, I just want you to leave…”

 “I’m not an enemy, I just want you to leave…”

Chaojia glanced at the guy's wet crotch. He shook his head, pressed the communicator and said: "Notify the Iraqi special forces to check all suspicious buildings around the airport."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia changed the channel and said: "Cerberus, when will Chris and the others arrive in Baghdad?

 I don’t have enough manpower here…”

“Three hours, at most three hours we can get back to the base…”

Chauga hung up the communication and looked at the convoy that reappeared in the distance. He said to Dorian: "They are from the Iraqi Defense Forces. They will not come in. Go and hand this guy over to them..."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at the ground not far away, waved his hands and said, "Tell them not to leave in a hurry. Arrange for someone to pick up the corpses on the ground, pack them up and send them to the Prime Minister's Office together."

After hearing this, Dorian nodded and asked a few Kurdish auxiliary soldiers to tie up the middle-aged officer. Then he pressed the communicator to call the logistics people to send out a large number of body bags.

 Then each of the Kurdish auxiliary soldiers was given a shovel and began to collect the corpses on the ground.

There were more than 300 people when we arrived. When we left, we were so crowded that four trucks towed us away.

Killing these intruders did not make Qiao Jia feel better. He sat on a bench with his arms folded and looked at the busy venue, muttering to himself: "Mortars, interceptions, instigation of rebellion, airport ambush...

None of these can guarantee 100% success. What other tricks do you have?

 Hospital, is it a hospital?

 You think I am injured, and even if the attack is not completely effective, the hospital can still give me the final blow, right? "

  ………

 Baghdad Central Hospital…

Puyol, who is in his sixties, holds a mobile phone in his hand and stands beside the bed in the ward, looking at the somewhat strange Baghdad... There are lights everywhere, but except for the patrolling military police on the road, everyone has returned home.

The old man’s mobile phone also received a text message informing everyone to go home, but he did not expect that P·B’s text message could have such an effect.

This kind of appeal is unimaginable to Puyol, a European!

Two old men who were sent back by the ghouls were lying on the hospital bed. They were tortured during their capture, and their old bodies suffered severe injuries. They had just undergone orthopedic surgery, and the anesthesia effect had not completely worn off.

While Puyol was in a daze, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and an Asian doctor wearing a Red Cross logo and a mask walked into the ward...

 The doctor checked the condition of the two old men and said to Puyol who turned around: "The operation was successful, but they are too old and need to be hospitalized for observation for a long time."

Puyol walked to the bedside, looked at his two old friends, and said with a wry smile: "We haven't experienced this situation for many years, and we are a little used to it now...

But as spies, we have long known that such a day would come. "

With that said, Puyol turned to the doctor and said with a heavy expression: "You think so, doctor?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to say something, the injured old man who was supposed to be sleeping on the hospital bed suddenly raised his hand and stuck a needle into the doctor's thigh...

The doctor took a step back as a sign, and when he raised his elbow to hit Puyol's head, he suddenly felt his limbs become weak...

 “Muscle relaxants, what do you want to do, I’m a doctor…”

Puyol supported the doctor and let him lie slowly on the ground. Then he skillfully took out a bag of glucose from a medicine box, connected it to a syringe and inserted it into the doctor's vein.

Looking at the horrified expression in the doctor's eyes, Puyol took out a small syringe from his pocket and injected the medicine inside into the glucose...

“Don’t worry, this drug was invented by a pharmacist from the Military Intelligence Service. It does little harm to the human body. Many people use it as an auxiliary drug to restore muscle damage.”

After speaking, Puyol squatted on the ground and took off the doctor's mask. He took out his mobile phone and called up the photos of the tracer to compare...

Seeing that the doctor in front of him was obviously different from the only Asian follower in the photo, Puyol pushed away the doctor's bangs and pressed his thumb on the hair part of the photo to compare again...

Then the old spy suddenly smiled, reached out and fumbled around the doctor's temples and jaw, and tore off four transparent adhesive patches.

Without the pull of the patch, the doctor's face and eye shape changed significantly.

Puyol gave the doctor a thumbs up, then took a photo of his face with his mobile phone and sent it...

 “Great makeup…”

Seeing that his identity could no longer be hidden, the doctor said, "How did you find out?"

Puyol shook his head and said: "We don't need to see that Chris was kidnapped not more than five days ago. The jackal's decision to come to Baghdad was decided a few days ago...

Jackal thought that people like you would make a lot of preparations, and hospitals are a place where attacks are easier to launch, so he notified me to help investigate.

 In fact, you can roughly confirm your identity by comparing the time you appeared.

Even if you make a mistake, it doesn't matter if I, an old man, apologize to you..."

　　As he spoke, Puyol reached out and started rummaging around the doctor's body. Except for a mobile phone, there was nothing suspicious.

Using the doctor's fingerprint to unlock the phone, Puyol looked through the text messages in this extremely clean phone...

Some seemingly normal daily greetings made Puyol smile. He handed the phone to an old man on the hospital bed and said: "Flo, come and see, I don't think the United States has spies for so many years." Too much progress, it seems that too complex passwords are not suitable for them..."

The old man known as Flo held up his mobile phone to his swollen eyes and looked at it for a while...

" is the acronym code, this guy has five unmarked Liannuo numbers, he is supposed to be the operations commander.

 They should have a special code book, but if the jackal is more anxious, I can write a message based on my experience and send it to others. "

Puyol dialed Boss Qiao’s phone amidst the doctor’s complicated expression…

“Sir, we have captured a tracer who is a doctor from the Red Cross...

This guy is the mission commander, and he has a cell phone that can contact other trackers.

 We can write messages to try to deceive other trackers..."

Qiao Jia on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment and said decisively: "Send me your mobile phone number and kill him!"

Puyol was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Kill him just like that? These trackers are very troublesome..."

Qiao Jia on the phone said in a deep voice: "Their abilities are very troublesome, but they are just small people!

 Kill their boss to solve the problem!

 Kill him and make him suffer a little. These sons of **** chose to do whatever it takes to complete their mission...

 I have a lot of problems to deal with, and I don’t have time to play hide and seek with the remaining people!

 My technical department can locate those mobile numbers…

 The sharp knife and the ferryman responsible for rescuing Chris are back. I will send everyone out. If they can escape in this case, it is God helping them.

 I will not go against God! "

 (End of this chapter)