When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Pablo took the file, opened it casually, and saw the photo in the file at a glance.

A very handsome white guy with fine blond hair, which is very dazzling in the sun. With the smile on the corner of the photo's mouth, he is a sunny and cheerful boy.

27 years old.

He graduated at the age of 22 and then joined the American Navy. After a year of training, he successfully joined the Delta Special Forces and became an elite sniper.

Carried out 67 missions and killed 274 targets.

There were 67 missions, and each one was completed to such perfection that it could be called a masterpiece.

If he had followed normal work arrangements, he should have retired in June 2005, but his file was lost.

Because he is a special forces member, his information needs to be kept confidential. His information in America has been cancelled and will not be reactivated until he retires and returns home.

But the file was lost.

Pablo looked at the information, nodded with satisfaction, and threw the file back to Robert:

"You go and make the arrangements. I want that guy Hanks to die, no matter what method I use."

"Let him die thoroughly!"

"And Odebiao, he must die in public. We must let everyone know that betraying us will lead to death."

After giving the order in a nagging manner, Pablo left without looking back. Robert, who stayed at the scene, also turned around and left the scene after watching Pablo leave.

Heathrow Airport, located in the west of London, England, about 22 kilometers from the city center, is one of the busiest airports in England and even in Europe.

In 2004, the airport's passenger throughput was 67 million.

With a large passenger flow, there are naturally many stateless people staying here.

A new day, and the airport starts working.

Airport security personnel began to drive away stateless people who were staying in the airport waiting area and on benches in various places.

These stateless people come from all over the world.

There are various reasons why they become stateless. Some of them leave home in the morning, and in the afternoon there is a coup in the country, the flag is changed, and the original identity information becomes invalid, which leads to their stay.

Some entered the country normally and then tore up the relevant documents at the airport in the delusion of staying in England.

But unfortunately, the smart English police wouldn't even let these guys out of the airport gate, nor would they let them board the plane back to their original countries.

Among them, the most unlucky one was Beren Asbel.

His identity information was still valid when he took off from the Middle East, but when he arrived in London, his identity file was lost.

That’s all.

He suddenly went from being a glorious and great American soldier who had always fought for peace to a stateless person.

He's fucking gone.

After being driven away by security personnel,

Belén resigned himself to his fate, dragging his backpack and carrying his guitar, and walked quickly towards the passenger exit.

Capitalism doesn't support idlers.

He needs to earn his bread for today.

Unable to leave the airport, he could only earn money from passengers getting off the plane.

These tourists from all over the world have just arrived in a foreign country and are curious about everything.

Of course, I will not be stingy with the money in my hand.

After setting up his tools at the passenger exit and gently strumming his guitar, Belén began his work for the day.

"I read the news today, oh boy..."

The show started with the Beatles' classic song, which made the tourists passing by stop and listen attentively.

Amid the melodious singing, tourists passing by opened their wallets and threw down one or two small bills without hesitation.

Every time a tourist throws a banknote, Belém's singing becomes louder and louder, and she smiles at the other person and watches them leave.

When he turned around and looked at the banknotes in the paper box in front of him, his grateful smile turned into a bitter smile.

I never thought that after all my years of hard study, what finally allowed me to settle down and make a living was the guitar that I learned by chance in college.

However, every cloud has a silver lining.

The cancellation of his identity information and the loss of his identity file meant that his student loan information in America was also completely lost. He just had to return to America and change his identity.

He can say goodbye to those hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans.

But the prerequisite is to return to America and get a new identity.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but play the guitar a little faster, and the sound he played also became a little more impatient.

During the playing process, two banknotes appeared in the paper box, but this time the banknotes caught Belén's attention.

Because they were two $100 bills.

The US dollar is a specialty of America, but in real life, the most commonly used denominations of US dollars are $20 and $1.

Because $100 is a lot!

Reaching out and grabbing the two bills, Beren slowly raised his head and locked his eyes on the person who threw the bills.

What caught my eye was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s. He wore a khaki top hat on his head and a light grey suit. The buttons of the suit were not buttoned, letting the whole suit hang lazily on his shoulders.

He had a big beard, and the eyes above the beard were staring at him with great interest.

Belén raised his hand and handed back the two bills in his hand, explaining:

“The songs I play are not worth $200.”

The man in front of him did not reach out to take the money, but slowly squatted down, picked up the paper box with his right index finger, and said softly:

"Beren Asbell, a former American Delta Force sniper. Due to the incompetence of the logistics officers, your files were lost, causing you to become a stateless person when you retired and transferred."

"Then I was always in England and couldn't go anywhere."

Along with the middle-aged man's voice, Beren's lazy eyes became sharp again, and his legs, which were originally sitting cross-legged, quietly switched to a squatting position. His body leaned forward slightly, and he had already grabbed the guitar in his hands.

As long as the middle-aged man opposite dares to show any sign of wrongdoing, the guitar will hit him on the forehead, and the guitar strings will also strangle this guy's neck.

Beren was sure that if he gave himself 10 seconds, he could kill this guy.

The kind that no one, not even God, can save.

Faced with the hostility around him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take two steps back, retreating to what he thought was a safe distance, then pointed at himself and explained:

"Bass Rowe Victor, commander of the 114th Special Forces Squad."

"I came to you because I have a task for you."

"If you think it's okay, we can find a place to talk slowly. If you think it's not okay, that's fine too."

As he spoke, Bass opened his suit, took out a file bag from it, placed the file bag on the empty space in front of Beren, and tapped it lightly with his right index finger:

"This is your new identity information. Your previous identity has been cancelled. It is very troublesome to restore it, so I just made a new one for you."

"Even if you don't accept the mission, this new identity is yours."

At this moment, Beren only felt that the sound disappeared, time disappeared, and everything between heaven and earth disappeared.

All that was left was the yellow brown paper bag on the floor in front of him.

That……

It was identity information that he couldn't even imagine.

He loosened his right hand holding the coin and unconsciously reached for the brown paper bag. However, when he was about to touch the brown paper bag, he suddenly retracted his hand, shook his head desperately a few times, and then moved a little further away. Then he looked at the person opposite him and asked:

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's find a place to talk!" Bass pointed around, turned around, and walked to the other side of the terminal hall.

Beren, who was still sitting on the ground, looked at the departing figure, his eyes falling back to the floor and back to the file bag.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the briefcase, dragged his guitar and luggage, and ran quickly towards Bath.

You only have one chance, grab it first.

First go back to America, and then deal with it.

With a new identity, Belen successfully left the airport. Looking at the sky outside the airport and feeling the smell of sulfur in the London air, he felt like he was alive again.

After several months, he finally came back to life.

Bass found a Turkish restaurant, asked for a private room, and ordered some barbecue. He pushed all the barbecue to Belen, and as the other party devoured it, he whispered:

"On Christmas Day, President Odebiao will organize a grand Christmas event in the square in front of the White House."

"At the same time, we also received news that al-Qaeda decided to assassinate the president on Christmas Day in retaliation for our strikes in Afghanistan."

"Customs and the local police department in Washington have increased security, but these are not enough. We need a more secure way."

“So, we found you.”

"As a former ace sniper of the Delta Force, you are the one who knows snipers best. You know all the sniping methods. You only need to take a glance to find the best sniping spot."

"And we need you to find these sniper points and then deploy them."

At this moment, Beren turned into a starving ghost, frantically dealing with the barbecue in front of him.

In just 10 minutes, a kilogram of barbecue disappeared from his sight, leaving only an empty plate.

Looking at the remaining barbecue oil on the plate, Beren reached out and grabbed the lettuce and tomato next to it, wrapped the barbecue oil in the lettuce, and stuffed it into his mouth together with the tomato.

Finally, he licked his fingers again and asked casually:

"Why me?"

"Because I can't trust it!"

"Do you think you can trust me, a person who has been cheated?"

"You're a true American!"

"Oh! You're kidding!"

"You have knowledge, ideals, ambitions, and combat skills. To be honest, London Airport can't hold you back. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time. But the defenses in your heart control you, making you prefer to waste your time at London Airport rather than forcibly leave and leave yourself with a bad reputation."

"Oh!"

Belen mocked mercilessly again, saying that America had more than 300 million people and tens of thousands of soldiers, and he didn't think he could stand out from them.

He has a good understanding of himself.

Patting his stomach and feeling the food in it, he stood up and expressed his most sincere and direct thanks to the person opposite him.

After thanking him, he pulled his luggage and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Bass stood up and suddenly shouted, "Soldier! America needs you!"

"Can you bear to see America in such a mess?"

"America is the most powerful country in the world, just like the largest whale in the sea. If a whale dies, it will attract countless scavengers."

"We, the Americans, are the tastiest meat in the eyes of the scavengers."

"Can you bear to see those families torn apart, their wives and children dying, and the whole country in mourning?"

"Seeing those scenes, do you still remember the oath you took?"

With one question after another, Beren's leg was forcibly pulled back.

Bass's words made some images begin to appear in Beren's eyes.

There are scenes of his childhood life.

There is a scene where the child is a little older and expresses his feelings to the neighbor's sister.

There are scenes of completing homework with classmates in interest groups when I was in college.

There are scenes of training together with comrades when joining the army.

There are pictures of my fellow villagers that I saw when I was on a mission.

There are even scenes of him shooting and killing people.

These images intersect, break, and then reassemble, then continue to break and reassemble.

In the process of breaking and reassembling again and again, sounds emerged from the originally silent picture: tender children's voices, soft women's voices, excited men's voices, deep shouts, and shrill screams, which intertwined, broke, and combined with each other.

In the end, the only thing left in front of my eyes was a withered scene: the withered earth, the withered sky, and the withered self.

All those sounds disappeared, leaving only the whistling sound of the strong wind sweeping through the withered world.

He held his head with both hands, leaned against the door frame and slowly squatted down. After a long while, Beren raised his head again:

"I can help you, but only to the extent of helping you, understand?"

"I am only responsible for helping you find sniper points. As for whether we can catch the people from Al-Qaeda, I can't guarantee it."

Hearing his agreement, Bass smiled, walked to Beren in two or three steps, squatted down, reached out his hand to help the man on the ground up, and when he stood up straight, he whispered, "Don't worry!"

"We just ask you for help, and we will handle the rest ourselves."

"In that case, let's set off early!"

"The sooner we return to America and set up a dragnet, the better we can protect Mr. President when facing Al Qaeda."

As he spoke, Bass supported Belén and walked out of the Turkish restaurant towards the airport.

Two hours later, the plane they were on took off and flew to distant America.

Shortly after the plane took off, Robert, who was far away in Israel, also received the relevant news.

As soon as he received the news, he delivered it to Pablo, ready to listen to the president's new instructions.

After reading the intelligence, Pablo was very satisfied and gave Robert a thumbs up. He turned his head and looked at the map hanging on the wall next to him. Looking at Saudi Arabia on the map, he asked softly:

"Can you kill that bastard Awad for me and replace him with someone who has a favorable impression of Israel?"

"This guy is so annoying to watch. Moreover, he supports both Palestine and Lebanon. It's so annoying!"