I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Alright, next, let's get back to the scene...

06:30pm…

Inside the transport helicopter cabin…

"Mr. Seven, can I ask you a question?"

I put down the gun I was cleaning, looked up at the curly-haired guy, and smiled...

"Don't be so polite, just call me No. [-], just ask..."

He nodded to express his understanding, and turned to look at the boxes of goods behind him with a puzzled expression...

"We are going to rescue people, why do we still bring so many things, will we be overweight by then..."

I smiled mysteriously and lit a cigarette casually...

"Trust me, these shipments are important..."

Seeing that I didn't want to explain, he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and went quiet...

But I seemed to think of something, took out the communicator, and looked at the curly-haired guy...

"Tell me the communication channel of those mercenaries, and I'll ask them if they set off..."

The curly-haired guy froze for a moment, handed me his communicator, and added a sentence...

"I just contacted them, and they said that the helicopter has already set off. By the way, you can directly use my communicator in the future. Anyway, I still have one..."

Hearing what he said, I didn't refuse. I took the communicator and connected it to the headset, and turned on the voice call function...

drop drop~

"Don't rush, we are already on our way..."

I glanced at the curly-haired guy strangely, but after he felt my gaze, he tilted his head in doubt...

It can be seen that this guy is really anxious...

"I am a senior commissioner of the Scavenger Alliance, number seven, reporting your unit and location..."

"Haha, it turned out to be the chief of the alliance. Sorry, my attitude just now was bad. We are people with red turbans, and we are still about an hour away from our destination..."

"Well, that's about the same speed as ours, pay attention to safety on the road, see you there..."

"Hey, good!"

Hanging up the communicator, I stubbed out the cigarette, took out my own communicator, and connected to the female agent...

"No. [-], where did you go, and why didn't you bring your alliance communicator?"

Listening to the sudden question from the female agent, I didn't answer, but...

"Help me check the red headscarves, and send them their information, the more detailed the better...Go back and treat you to dinner..."

After all, I just hung up the communicator...

The reason why I don’t want to chat with the female agent is that I’m afraid that she will find out my exact location through the voice call, so... speaking quickly is very important!

However, before I could light another cigarette, I received a message from the female agent...

(The information about the red turban has been sent to you...)

(Remember to buy me a drink when you come back...)

I smiled, turned on the anti-tracking system, scanned the file sent by the female agent, and clicked on the file after confirming that there was no problem, and checked it carefully...

About half an hour later, I read all the materials.Can't help but breathe a little sigh of relief...

According to the information on the information, the Red Turban was a mercenary organization in the early years, headquartered in Cairo, Egypt...

Although it is described as a mercenary organization on the surface, in fact, it is actually a small role that collects money to protect tourists, or occasionally acts as a government security...

Later, because the red turban made two major mistakes in government missions, three government officials were shot dead, so they completely lost the trust of the government, and were ruthlessly abandoned after the contract expired...

It is precisely because of this incident that the boss who lost his contract was unable to make ends meet, so he had no choice but to retire, and the Red Turban organization was also forced to announce its disbandment. Now even the international mercenary exchange website has no information about them...

After the remaining veterans were dismissed, they couldn't integrate into the lives of normal people at all, so they got together and re-opened a liquidation company to solve troubles for others...

Although I changed my name, the old employees in the liquidation company still like to call themselves Red Turban...

Maybe it has something to do with feelings...

As for what troubles they solve for others...

In fact, due to their mediocre reputation and the fact that they are a newly opened liquidation company, plus the fact that the old people in the circle know the stains of the red turban, almost all of their clients are novices...

For example, escorting ordinary goods, recovering debts, gang fights, and when some organizations are short of manpower, they will be asked to help on a part-time basis...

As the old saying goes...

If you mix well, that's called mixing!

If you don't play well, you're called a gangster!

All in all, the so-called red turbans are actually a group of... gangsters struggling on the fringes of the mercenary circle!

And just when the red turban thought that the future mercenary career would be labeled as a gangster...

Their nobleman, however, is like a lump of liquid gold, naturally fermented in the stomach of a patient suffering from long-term constipation, and then suddenly spewed out to appear on the stage...

That's right, it's the lord mentioned earlier...

Interestingly, this lord is very mysterious. According to the information sent back by the female agent, there is only one photo about him, which is a Chinese old man in his 70s, while other information is all zero...

Of course, the identity of the mysterious old man is not important, the point is that his appearance is for the red turban...

It was as if thousands of skydivers took off their pants collectively over the barren soil pocket, and then, in spite of the praises of the world, created a majestic rain-like feces, bringing hope to everyone!

That's right, the mysterious old man signed a long-term contract with the red turban as his personal armed force, dedicated to protecting his personal safety and property...

And with the support of his strong financial resources, the daily training of the red turban is also on the right track, the weapons and equipment are constantly upgraded, and even thousands of new members are recruited, and it seems to have become a top-notch troop in the private armed circle...

So much so that when the rat infestation happened, they insisted on relying on their strong combat capabilities and cooperating with the government army to hold on to the entire city of Cairo...

Of course, a large part of the reason is that the rat problem in Africa is not as serious as in European countries. If they encounter a scale like a human-rat war, they will also be finished. Oh, sorry to digress...