After finishing packing, Lin Rui and others boarded the plane.

Before taking off, the U.S. military major checked and said in a low voice, "I know that your Black Island military company is a military company that has deep cooperation with our military. Then there are some things that need not be too detailed, but before the mission, I It must be said that if it is only operating in Afghanistan, then we can provide the necessary assistance, and even we can instruct the Afghan security forces to provide assistance to you.

But if things develop to the other side of the border, we will never interfere. And once you have something, we will never admit that it has something to do with us. understand? "

"Maybe you are dealing with me for the first time, but I am not doing business with you for the first time." Lin Rui smiled, "These are the reasons why you, the world's largest military power, still need our private military company. Don’t worry, the rules are the rules."

The major nodded, "Okay buddy, God bless you and good luck to you."

"God won't bless us, but you are right about one thing. Good luck is indeed on our side." Lin Rui smiled and closed the hatch.

These mercenaries laughed unscrupulously, "This Yankee, who does he think he is?" Sergey smiled and shook his head.

"Shut up, Sergey! Save some face for the employer."

"Are you laughing at the beauty?" Crazy Horse immediately expressed dissatisfaction.

"Hey, buddy, you are not a beauty. You are just the descendants of Indians who were driven to the reserve by the beauty of the year. You should hate these white people. I'm helping you." Sergey and crazy The two horses fought together.

"Enough for the two of you, please be quiet. Who made you roll around on the plane? Lock your throat, Crazy Horse should use your throat. Sergey is too slippery, you are big, fast, fast Hold him down and lock his throat. Don't let him move. Hey..." Lin Rui frowned helplessly, "Idiot!"

"These people are noisy, it seems like they are going on a mission, it's like going on vacation." The American pilot shook his head.

"Forget it, I've seen this group of people, there is no way to keep them quiet, they are a bunch of lunatics. Last time they were still smoking in the cabin, you should never stop them. They are all mercenaries. Some lunatics who are not quite normal." Another pilot shook his head.

After a burst of laughter, Snake Eye lay on the ground and saw Sergey slapped on the floor. Immediately shouted, "Haha, Crazy Horse won! Give money!" Sergey and Crazy Horse scuffled, and they even bet for fun.

Lin Rui didn't stop him, leaving them to make trouble. These brothers have been holding back on the island for a long time.

After waiting for the place, the two American soldiers looked back and found that the group was restrained and did not make a big noise. But casual spitting on the plane, smoking is definitely not stopping. After sending away the gang of plague gods, the two American pilots were relieved.

It was an American who was in charge of picking them up at the airport. This person did not wear a military uniform, but a suit. Lin Rui originally thought he might belong to the intelligence department. It was later discovered that he was the official responsible for liaising with the Afghan security forces, named Kent.

Kent took them to a room and introduced a U.S. lieutenant to them, "This is Lieutenant Larson of the Navy. He was responsible for the last rescue operation. He will tell you some relevant information. But before the meeting begins, Some safety procedures must still be implemented."

Lin Rui understood what he meant, and asked the team members to take off their weapons and communication equipment on their heads. Several US troops came over and scanned them with instruments to make sure that they did not carry any electronic equipment and would record the conversation.

Lieutenant Larson looked at their equipment and was a little surprised by their communication headsets, "Independent satellite communication equipment, European standard. Do you have dedicated communication satellites?"

"We are a professional team. We are engaged in high-risk work. We naturally need highly confidential communication measures. Let's get back to business, Captain." Lin Rui sat down and said, "What information can you give me?"

"Tell them, Larson." Kent nodded to the American soldier.

"This organization is called the Haqqani Network. They are a very extreme army in the local area. They still do not recognize the Afghan government."

Lin Rui nodded, "The Haqqani Network was established in the 1980s. Its members are active in Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan, and some provinces in the tribal areas bordering Pakistan. The organization launched a series of high-profile attacks in 2011, including Attacking American and other foreign personnel stationed in Afghanistan, attacking the US Embassy in Kabul, Afghanistan."

Larson nodded and said, "Well, it seems that you have already understood the general situation. Let me add the latest news. It is reported that this incident was planned by this person." He opened a document and handed it to Lin. Rui, "The identity of this person is unknown. He only knows his name is Ha'eisa. It is reported that he is 36 years old and is an Afghan. However, we cannot find specific information about this person from many channels."

Lin Rui took it and looked at it. It was a man with camouflage paint on his face and couldn't see his face clearly. "That's him?" Lin Rui frowned, "Do you only have this photo?"

"Yes, even this photo cost the lives of our two intelligence personnel and four Afghan security forces soldiers." Kent sighed. "This person has been active on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan all year round. There, many of them are buying their lives. The latest intelligence has been locked in this area, which is only more than 30 kilometers away from the camp we attacked before, but we still There is no more precise information." Larson took a map and said.

"How is the security situation around this area?" Lin Rui frowned as he looked at the marked location on the map.

"Very bad, the Afghan security forces can't control it at all. There are six or seven armed organizations in this small area. There are fierce military forces, relatively moderate local tribal armed forces, military company mercenaries, and bandits. It was a mess with various guerrillas.

Last week, Afghan security forces also encountered rocket attacks nearby. A patrol car was blown up, four people were killed and seven people were injured. If it weren't for the protection of the local tribal armed forces, their other team would have almost been wiped out. Larson shook his head in frustration.

"It seems to be really complicated." Lin Rui frowned, "Well, we will first survey this area to determine the authenticity of this information, and then make plans."