This Hogwarts is not normal

The goals of getting back to feeling in this war-torn zone are many.

Whether it was or is now, soldiers from special forces are full of hatred for those rampant terrorists.

Attacked everywhere with weapons, wantonly plundering the only remaining supplies of the civilians.

They have no sense of morality, snatch women and children, and kill men who cannot resist.

Doing business with these culprits who have broken countless families, there is no need to abide by the rules.

Eric took a trip to Mosul, the second largest city, before picking his first target.

There should be many familiar faces in the safe zone established by the United States, Britain and France, and it will not take too much effort to get information about the stronghold.

the next afternoon,

A small cafe in the city center.

In addition to 5 off-road vehicles, there are 3 British armored vehicles and a dozen soldiers with live ammunition.

"Captain, do you know their heads?"

Eric in the back seat opened the door, "Don't start a conflict, wait for me to come back."

After he got out of the car, a middle-aged man in military uniform came out of the armored car.

The two walked into the cafe, and they stayed in the car obediently.

Retired is, after all, retired, and those outside are all active.

"Okay, why does the captain want to play black and white?"

"It's not because of us." Melvin played with the rifle in his hand,

"If we make two or three more deals, we'll probably get back our feelings."

Compared with the previous area, the transaction price here is obviously higher.

But correspondingly, the risk will be higher.

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In a cafe with only two people.

"Long time no see, Eric."

"Hunter, I haven't contacted you for three years. It turns out that you ran to such a bad place."

"Aren't you too?" Hunter raised his cup and took a sip of his coffee.

"Why, business is not doing well recently?"

Eric sighed softly, "You should be able to receive domestic news here, right?

Congress is discussing the matter of banning guns, and it is estimated that it will be implemented in a few years. "

Legal ownership is legal, and fewer and fewer people will buy it.

"That's true." Hunter put down his glass, reached into the inside pocket of his military uniform, took out a document bag and put it on the table.

"By the way, did Vincent go to high school? Inton or Westminster?"

"Neither." Eric sighed again.

"You know this kid's character, as long as he decides to do something, even nine cows can't pull him back."

Hunter nodded in agreement, "He is very similar to you in this respect, I still remember your heroic appearance at that time."

At Yin Dun's graduation party that year, he watched Eric walk out of the school gate with a letter of application for joining the army.

why?

Either finish college and inherit the family buildings, or run to a place where Mr. Wayne can't find him.

Perhaps because of longing, Hunter, who owned a hotel at home, also went to the army after graduating from Cambridge.

Eric at that time was already a member of the SAS Special Air Service Regiment.

"I almost passed the physical fitness test..." This sentence, Hunter continued to say until Eric retired.

"What a ghost, Yingzi, the old man has severed his father-son relationship with me for more than ten years. If Vincent was not born later, I guess he would never see me until he died."

"Indeed, your old man's temper is even worse than mine."

Eric laughed loudly, "Stop talking about these unhappy things, have you found a marriage partner yet?"

Hunter immediately turned black, "If I find it, can I still stay in this ghost place?"

"Okay, do your best."

According to the current situation, it is estimated that the withdrawal of troops is still very early.

After a little teasing, the two chatted about future arrangements.

"I'll stay in the army until I die." Hunter showed his captain's rank in the military uniform.

"Cut~ Wait until the day you become a major general before showing off to me." Eric drank half a cup of coffee,

"After finishing the business here, I have to go to France."

"Occupy Paris?"

He rolled his eyes, "Transition, I plan to buy a car factory."

"Which brand is it?"

"Bugatti."

Hunter almost spit out the coffee he just put into his mouth.

The global economy has not been very good in recent years. If it is the traditional car market, it is fine.

The supercar market?

The British pound and the Italian lira have just been forced out of the European exchange rate mechanism, and the assets of the rich have shrunk by less than half. How can they spend as much as they used to?

"Good luck." He patted Eric on the shoulder and comforted:

"If you can't get along, come back, and I'll leave you a position as an adjutant."

"A little back, Captain John McAleese is standing in front of you."

Hunter dared to swear in front of the queen, he was only envious for a second.

"Do you still want the file?"

"It's getting old, and it's still awkward like a child." Eric said, the speed of putting away the files was not slow at all,

"Let's do this for today. Remember to ask me for a drink when you return home."

"Then you have to save some money. I'm used to drinking good wine at home. Don't just pick me up with ordinary goods."

Gamp's aged society wine...shouldn't be considered common.

"I promise you will never forget it."

Hunter, with disbelief written all over his face, walked out of the cafe side by side with him.

There was no conflict, and both parties were well behaved.

Eric got into the off-road vehicle and gradually moved away under the watchful eyes of him and the soldiers.

"Sir, are we going back?"

"Let's go back."

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About 20 kilometers east of Mosul city, there is a relatively small village.

Half a year ago, more than a dozen terrorists occupied this place.

They dominate the entire village with weapons, and their status is almost equal to Allah.

In the evening, however, it all came to an end.

As the first goal of regaining the feeling, Eric led people directly.

Terrorists' favorite AK-47 has strong lethality and low cost of imitation. Unfortunately, due to too much recoil, the accuracy is always impressive.

And what took their lives was the fn-fal—that is, the slr self-loading rifle.

Mass-produced in 1957, it is one of the three masters in the field of automatic rifles, nicknamed "the right hand of the free world".

It is not ordinary soldiers who use them.

The best of the best, former SAS member.

Eric sat on the hood of an SUV with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He took back the lighter he had taken out, and then raised his hand to look at the mechanical watch.

It's been almost 3 minutes, and it's not over yet.

Just when he was about to go in and have a look, Hunter walked over with Melvin, who had a shoulder injury.

There is no need for compassion on the battlefield, but none of them are soldiers now.

"Captain, I saved the three hostages!" Melvin didn't regret it.

Terrorists leave women for venting, and children become "human bombs" after being brainwashed.

At critical times, they can also serve as hostages.

"Well done!" Eric glanced at his watch again.

The gunfire stopped, it should have been over.

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