Dragoon fighter

Chapter 82 - The Red Scorpion Flag of Aisulu

"For those in our profession, when a knife is swung at someone else's neck, someone else's knife has already been placed on our neck." Yakov laughed at himself and moved his eyes to Lin Mo, "Aji's house Are you okay?" It is obvious that Yakov and Aji have a close relationship.

"Aji's wife also died, leaving only a son named Buka. When I found him, he was already an orphan. He hung out with a bunch of brats who also had no home. He didn't have enough to eat every day and no one cared about him. , when I left, I entrusted him and those little devils to my Kazakh friends. If you are free, you can go and see them. My Kazakh friend's name is Burlanbai, and I asked his second son Baltaber to The place where Ke took Buka and the others away was on the grassland near the town where Aji lives."

Lin Mo told Yakov the whole story of Aji's death. These were the words he got from the mouth of Aji's murderer, Ralph. He took out the iPad in his backpack and showed it to Yakov. Buka photos.

Yakov looked at Buka's hopeful face and moved his rough fingers slowly on the iPad screen. With a kind smile on his face, he murmured: "Aji's son is really handsome. He has grown up. Another good shepherd, and the girls can’t get enough of him.”

"That's fine. It's not an option to let Aji's son Buka follow people like us who have no tomorrow today. Mo Lin, thank you so much!" Yakov was full of affection for Lin Mo, whom he met for the first time. Although I haven't heard Aji mention it before, but he came here with Aji's broken-edged knife and took the initiative to arrange the future life of Aji's son. Even if the relationship is average, this kind of kindness cannot be doubted.

"Tell me, Molin, what do you need from us this time? In one sentence, even if the bullets come like a sandstorm, I, the 'lone wolf' Yakov, will never frown." Yakov patted his chest and promised. Lin Mo was completely off guard, and Lin Mo used his sincerity and behavior to earn his highest respect.

"My goal this time is to take down Red Scorpion's air force base. If possible, I will also take out Lawrence Kotler, the guy nicknamed 'Golden Scorpion Tail'." Lin Mo asked Jacques directly. The husband explained his purpose, took out a football-sized cloth bag from his backpack and stuffed it in front of Yakov, "This is your reward, and I won't let you do it in vain. Everything must be done according to the rules."

"What is this?" Yakov took the bag in confusion, opened it, and his eyes immediately widened, "This, this is" he swallowed hard, never imagining that his heart could experience such a strong Stimulate.

Yakov was talking incoherently. The bag was full of gold nuggets and stacks of thick dollars. It was such a huge fortune that it completely dazzled his eyes.

These are all the gang assets that Lin Mo seized from the small town gang leader Ralph. Originally, the operation funds were only enough for Lin Mo to get close to the "Red Scorpion" controlled area and then find a way to sneak in secretly.

However, now that Lin Mo is rich and wealthy, he can hire Yakov's team for his own use, which is equivalent to having an extra army in his hand. Although the combat effectiveness is not good in Lin Mo's eyes, he has been on the battlefield after all and dares to fight and kill. generation.

This is the rule of an "agent", and it is also a big business. Favors must be done, and business must be done even more. Yakov's eyes immediately turned red. He breathed heavily, swallowed his saliva, and said harshly: "I can't bear to leave the sheep." , I couldn’t catch the wolf, so I did it.”

Wealth was sought in danger. Yakov understood what Lin Mo meant. This was a big deal. He agreed without hesitation. He quickly tied his pockets and kept thinking. After finishing this transaction, Recruit troops and buy horses to give the team a good change of equipment. Several old aks have been polished and rifled, and they can't even keep up with the sabers.

Lin Mo had no idea that the price he paid was enough to make ten teams like Yakov fight for him, but at least the business was negotiated.

God is not as good as man, and the various accidents Lin Mo encountered caused unpredictable changes in the entire action plan.

There is a large oasis basin in the Kizilkum Sand Sea. People in the desert call it Ayisulu, which means beautiful moon. There is a lake in the center of the basin, which is a rare source of water. place.

There is a small amount of arable land in the basin, which is used to grow drugs and vegetables. Nearly 50,000 people live in this basin around the lake. It is a rare large population gathering place in the desert. Caravans crossing the desert will choose this place as a resting place. , so this is also a huge desert transfer station.

Ayisulu has an independent administrative and law enforcement system. Soldiers uniformly dressed in desert camouflage belong to neither the Kazakhstan government nor the Uzbek government. They only belong to the "Red Scorpion" armed forces here. You can see yellow backgrounds everywhere. There is a symbol or flag of a red scorpion holding a pair of large pincers, which represents the desert red scorpion, the most vicious desert scorpion in the Kizilkum Desert.

The sparkling Full Moon Lake reflects countless spots of sunshine like broken gold. The unique microclimate ecosystem in the basin makes the comfort far better than the surrounding sand sea. You don’t have to enjoy the extremely dry air to bake your lungs. You can jump into the lake anytime and enjoy the cool water.

On the lake, several Persian beauties wearing bikinis were laughing and playing in the lake. Their naked bodies were looming in the water waves, and they seemed to be able to arouse the desire of men at any time.

A thick Cuban cigar was placed on the edge of the ashtray. The hand that put down the cigar picked up a crystal clear goblet from the small square table with the ashtray. In the glass, there was a pool of bright red French Bordeaux, slightly Ripples, exuding the sweet fragrance of wine.

The owner of the hand raised the goblet, brought it to his lips and drank it in one gulp. He squinted his eyes and looked at the mermaids playing in the water not far away, enjoying the beautiful afternoon sunshine.

"Mr. Lawrence, a team of two hundred people appeared at the border of Aisulu. They said they were beaten to death by government troops and wanted to make a living here."

A young man wearing a small square hat with Islamic religious characteristics stood not far from the man who had finished drinking the red wine. He bowed humbly, lowered his head and did not dare to be disrespectful, and looked straight at his toes.

"Well, do you know whose team it is?" The man gently put down the red wine glass, his voice was elegant, and he glanced at the young man in the small square hat who reported to him.

"It's the lone wolf Yakov's team. There used to be about two hundred people, but now there are less than a hundred people left."

"These guys only care about themselves when they are good. They are a mess. They think they insist on the glory of preferring chicken heads to ox tails. Each one is more backbone than the other. It's better now. Finally, I know it's better to enjoy the cool under the big tree." The man whispered He muttered a few words to himself and nodded, "Yes, I understand. After breaking them up, arrange them into Natasha's team and find a few people to keep an eye on them to see if there are any problems."

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence!" The young man in the small square hat walked backwards respectfully and left.

The empty goblet on the small square table was once again filled with a light layer of Bordeaux red wine by the waiter beside him. Mr. Lawrence took another sip, thought thoughtfully for a while, and then snapped his fingers, " Send someone to check how the arms caravan we sent out recently is performing, make a report and give it to me, and also see how much liquidity is left, I will use it recently."

"Yes!" A Slavic man in a light suit who came quickly in response to Mr. Lawrence snapping his fingers nodded, took note of Mr. Lawrence's words, and quickly turned around and left.

His eyes moved to Mr. Lawrence himself, but he was a handsome, middle-aged white man with thick brown hair that was combed to a shiny finish. He had the appearance of a typical successful person, and every move he made carried the aura of a superior with the power of life and death. .

He is Lawrence Kotler, the leader of the "Red Scorpion" introduced by Lieutenant Colonel Xie Fengdao, the leader of the "Dark Night" intelligence team to Colonel Feng, the captain of the "Dark Night" team. He firmly controls everything in the entire "Red Scorpion" organization. He makes huge profits by producing arms and smuggling drugs, and he is also one of the leaders of the most influential armed organizations in this desert.

"Lawrence, you are so comfortable!" A young man with black hair appeared next to Lawrence Kotler, the leader of the "Red Scorpion", and took out a cigar worth dozens of dollars from the cigar box on the small square table. He took out the cigar, neatly cut off both ends, took out a zippo lighter, flicked a beautiful flower in his hand, and lit one end with flames.

"Well, well, good smoke! Good smoke!" The black-haired young man smoked his cigar with enjoyment. He did not have a face of Central Asian race, but a face that was exactly the same as that of East Asian race. He was thin and had piercing eyes. Wearing sunglasses, he looks more like an ordinary young man from China, Japan or Singapore.

Lawrence Kotler seemed to be very well-educated. He was quite tolerant of the black-haired young man's self-inflicted behavior. He didn't mean to be angry at all. Instead, he asked curiously: "House, you're back, the matter has been taken care of." How about it?"

"It's a pity that it was a step too late and the line was broken. It seems that someone noticed it. Several of the 'nails' I planted were all pulled out. I didn't dare to touch the remaining ones that were hidden deeper. I waited for the news first. Besides, business is not easy to do now. We could have almost produced China's "Qianfang-4" anti-aircraft missiles and "Red Arrow-8" anti-tank missiles, and we could have found connections to imitate them and gain another source of wealth. Road, but unfortunately it was just a little short of the mark. The whole team was wiped out before we reached the border. Our losses on this trip were not small. The Chinese military also dispatched fighter jets for this purpose. The pilots were so powerful that they didn't even use the 'Vanguard-4' If it can be shot down, does China's J-10 still have many unknown capabilities? I heard that the 'Avangard-4' is even more powerful than the Stinger. I'm wondering if we should target the J-10 next time. "The black-haired East Asian young man whom Lawrence called House said while blowing smoke rings.

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