A white fish belly floated on the eastern sky, a red sun slowly rose from the horizon, and the earth gradually lightened.

Chen Xi shines through the window into the smoky office. U.S. Army Reserve Colonel Curtis Whiteford sits on the boss chair, his eyes are slightly smoked with smoke, his eyes are bloodshot, and there is only a little cigar left in his hand. .

He looked up at the clock on the opposite wall. It was six o'clock. It had been an hour since Hopfen lost his connection. He knew that after the day had passed, Hopfen hadn't brought anyone back to the barracks, and things would be completely upset.

Curtis Whiteford knew that Lieutenant Colonel Hopfen was probably too fierce at this time, and none of the soldiers who followed him had returned. This time, I am afraid that it will be completely finished.

Whiteford's somber annihilation cigar, tiredly got up from the chair, walked to the coat mirror on the wall, looked at himself in the mirror, his lips trembled slightly, and sighed slightly.

Regret it?

To this day, it is useless to say anything.

He has served in the Army, National Guard, and Army Reserve for more than 24 years, and then volunteered to come to Iraq to overcome it. When he was appointed head of the reconstruction project for the coalition's interim management authority, he just wanted to do what he thought was right and do his best.

However, when he arrived in Iraq, he never expected that he would catch a big "fat gap"-the head of the reconstruction fund management department of the central and southern area of ​​Iraq in the coalition temporary management authority.

Almost half of the $ 125 billion Iraqi reconstruction fund is allocated to him. He also has the "one pen" privilege to approve the reconstruction project contract, combining the contracting right for reconstruction projects and the right to allocate reconstruction funds!

The most important thing is that no one or organization supervises, no one cares where the money is used!

Shortly after he took office, an American named Stodel came to his door. This guy is not a legitimate businessman. His "business" is to launder money.

He also clearly remembers that Dell's first meal with him was a deceitful saying, "Brothers are really worthless for you. Keeping the peace in the United States, but come to this ghost place to die, but only so little salary. You do n’t Think for yourself and think about your 8 children! "

In this way, under the temptation of Stockdale, he was greedy for his life and decided to make a fortune in rebuilding the contract.

For the sake of business success, he built a "interest chain", pulled his current and former subordinates into the water, woven a large net of benefits, and 50 billion US dollars was slowly washed away and fell into their pocket.

Everything is perfect, just wait for safe retirement, leave this ghost place, return to the United States with money, or find a beautiful country to spend the rest of your life, but the new president comes to power, and U.S. federal investigators begin to participate in senior U.S. officials in Iraq. The investigation into the fraud of Lac reconstruction funds was launched.

He didn't worry much at all. After all, he built the entire chain of interests very firmly. No one in the entire group was clean. However, he couldn't imagine how Stalldale would be scared because the investigators were watching.

At the time, Stodel was responsible for money laundering and allocating funds. He was also responsible for some of the big names' RBIs. He knew too much. When he sent someone to wipe out and get back the accounts, he had already run away.

Boom--

Curtis Whiteford washed her face, wiped the water stains on her face with a towel, combed her hair meticulously with a comb, tidy up her uniform, walked to the desk, and sat down Picking up the folder on the table to open, frowning, gloomy glance again at the information about Andy Smith and Liberty Eagle Security Company.

"boom!"

"Damn freak!"

Looking at the list of equipped weapons listed in the Eagle of Liberty profile, Curtis was almost spitting old blood again.

Modern mercenary companies are actually closer to Heishui, a black-hearted security company that carefully calculates profits and losses, rather than a combat army that cultivates individual forces.

Considering the gains and the cost of payment, security companies usually do not equip tanks that cost a lot of money and consume more slowly. It is better to equip armoured personnel carriers, and more often only cars.

And security is a contract soldier, no need to consider pensions, social security and the like, human life is not so valuable, can save the province. If you have money, you will usually be equipped with light aircraft to increase the power of your troops and complete some short-term emergency tasks.

But look at the equipment of the Free Eagle, tm is simply a lunatic, not to mention the regular army is hostile to them, even if other mercenaries and this group of vultures will be crushed into slag, it is really crazy!

Headache!

There is no way to get ‘things’ back in Iraq, let alone think of returning to the United States. Finding ways from Andy Smith may be the only way out.

Curtis Whiteford frowned and thought, unfortunately, he didn't know the young and disgusting super rich, but his respectful Washington dignitaries should be able to help himself.

It was just that he was really worried that once the greedy and shameless and ruthless politicians learned of their corruption and bribery, he left evidence that he didn't need the FBI to find himself, and he would come to him soon. The gun.

Besides, how many things can I exchange in the face of a billionaire worth billion?

Curtis Whiteford was silent.

"Uh-"

"Sir, something happened! Lieutenant Colonel Hopfen, who was in the early hours of the mission, clashed with the Liberty Eagle Security Company and was detained by the Liberty Eagle ..."

Curtis listened to his report with a pale face, and his last hopes were dashed. For a moment, he felt the world spin, breathed quickly, leaned on a chair, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "I know It's ... "

"Sir, we ..."

When the comer showed anxiety, when he wanted to say something, Curtis waved and interrupted, "Go out and let me be alone."

"Clam!"

The door of the office was closed, and after Curtis opened his eyes dumb for a long time, he stretched out his hands to support the armrest of the chair, sat upright, his eyes flashed madly. Now that things are getting worse, he will not commit suicide, let alone Assassinated, those big men don't want to eat and clean, and don't give anything.

Even if they are regarded as scapegoats, they must negotiate with them to get the best results, otherwise, everyone will die together!

With this in mind, Curtis took out a black leather notebook from the drawer and started dialing one by one according to the phone numbers above. . . . . .

While Curtis was finally struggling, the U.S. military station in Baghdad had already fry the pan, and the humiliation incident of the U.S. military being disarmed by mercenaries again filled the entire U.S. military camp with fire and cursing.

This kind of bizarre scandal has been enough to lose the face of the US military, and now it is undoubtedly the greatest damage to the image of the US military.

Half an hour later, dozens of personnel carriers and armored vehicles were drove out of the US military barracks, and they rushed to the Baghdad Eagle, a liberty, aggressively.

If the two sides really wiped their guns and fired, it would be difficult for anyone to take advantage of it. Seeing that things were going out of control, the military personnel immediately reported to the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in Iraq.

When the U.S. Supreme Commander in Iraq brought people to the base of the Free Eagle Security Company, it was fortunate that he had not fought and had been in a state of confrontation. The employees of the Free Eagle Company were mainly calm and repeatedly warned the other side not to cross the cordon. Yunyun's.

With the arrival of the dignitaries, the onset of the conflict atmosphere was cooled down, and as the military personnel shouted, the closed base iron door opened, and the base director John Cook greeted him. . . . . .

Washington Reagan Airport, the Boeing 747 landed on the runway, slowly taxied to the private apron, and the ramp car rushed and erected.

In the luxurious cabin, Andy smiled and reorganized the information and photos just printed in his hands, put them in the document bag, opened the seat belt, and blinked at Cantis and the assistant with a bad expression. Said.

"We'll be leaving in a while, and I'll have someone take you to the hotel ..."

Hearing this, Candice frowned slightly, but before rushing to say anything, Andy's cell phone rang.

Andy tilted her head, shrugged, smiled helplessly and patted Cantis's little hand, and said, "Good, I have something to do."

With that said, he answered the phone, as he thought, from his grandfather and old Smith.

"... Okay, grandpa, I'll go straight. It'll take about an hour. Well, then meet and talk, okay."