The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"What's the background of the other party?"

Vigo didn't stay in the bar for long, and quickly moved the meeting location to a low brick building. There were many photos and documents on the wooden table, as well as several dirty ashtrays.

"They call themselves Mountain Ring Company. I asked my friends in Kinshasa to check the database, but there are no matching results." Vigo held a cigar in his mouth and slowly puffed out smoke on the paper map: "I collected some of the witnesses According to the reporter's description, these people's weapons and equipment are very advanced. So last week I found an opportunity to get closer and take a look at this."

A stack of photos was placed on the table.

In the photo, the soldiers of Shanhuan Company are uniformly dressed in jungle camouflage uniforms. Although he is also holding a Soviet AK automatic rifle in his hand, he is very complete with accessories and equipment such as night vision goggles, body armor and combat backpacks. Two of the photos also have the outline of an armored vehicle. If he hadn't known the identity of the other party as a mercenary, Watson would have even thought he saw a Russian special forces unit.

"There should be more than 20 people, and it looks like a leather company. Ordinary small teams don't have this size, and they can't get such good equipment." Luper followed and puffed on the smoke: "Some contractors are not convenient to directly That’s what you do when you come forward, and I’ve seen it happen many times.”

"Yes, I think so too."

"So, they are guards?"

Luper's thinking is very clear. There are endless battles in Africa, so it is normal to meet his colleagues here. Vigo was silent for a while, then reached out to take off the cigar: "Yes, the warlord 'Tolan' hired the Mountain Ring Company to protect the safety of his business. But the customer gave me some information. The time when the Mountain Ring Company appeared there was Months ago. You have to know that since the hostage we want to rescue happened to be captured more than a month ago, the two things are indeed very likely to be related."

The mission of the wolf team this time is rescue.

This warlord named "Tolan" launched an attack near the Huo Jiā Pi Wildlife Sanctuary 37 days ago and kidnapped a group of hostages. The client's commission is to rescue one of the hostages, Alanna Crowley. If they can bring the head of the warlord Tolan, they can pay more.

"She looks like a rich girl."

Looking at Alana in the photo, the wolf mother frowned slightly: "Ordinary people would have died in the hands of warlords for more than a month, but this girl has a good figure and face, and she is well-maintained, so she should not be Will be killed."

"Yes, but she might rather die herself."

Vigo added.

In such high-priced rescue missions, preliminary reconnaissance, clue analysis, target confirmation and threat assessment are often completed by the clients themselves. When it is really necessary to go to the scene and take action, they will pay to hire combatants outside the establishment. It's obvious that the Wolf Pack will only be involved in one part of the mission.

"If you ask me, they should send their own special forces to take care of this matter."

Beltway glanced at the armored vehicle in the photo for a few times, then threw it back on the table.

"Don't say that."

Vigo showed a self-deprecating smile: "Although the client is secretive, I can guess the whole story. The children of rich families came to Africa willfully and were captured, and their parents could not persuade the army to immediately If we go out, we can only choose to find mercenaries. And in view of the protection of confidentiality clauses, if our guys make any mistakes, they can directly cut off the relationship. "

"Aha! A rebellious kid? No wonder you called us here in such a hurry."

The fat man picked up a towel and wiped the stinky sweat on his face: "I understand, I understand, I'm just complaining. Just give me money, isn't it an armored vehicle? I'll find a way."

Compared to the cheerful Beltway, Luper still had a frown on his face.

"This is the intelligence information of 'Tolan'. You guys will keep an eye on it for the next two days. I have to deal with the reception." Vigo pointed to the pile of documents on the corner of the table, turned around and walked out the door. When he came to the door, he stopped again, turned around and said, "You must remember that you are not allowed to go out at night here, otherwise you will get into trouble if you bump into a coalition soldier."

......

The town is very quiet at night.

There is no lighting equipment on the street. In the tent in the distance, several black soldiers are holding FAL automatic rifles and sitting lazily on chairs. The top of the cigarette was lit with flames, an abrupt bright spot in the dark night. Luper was still studying intelligence in the room, and Watson, who had nothing to do, simply went to the top of the building and drank beer while leaning on the railing.

The sound of the engine reached my ears.

An armed pickup truck appeared on the street corner.

His dark skin was difficult to distinguish in the night. Watson switched his eyes to a heat-sensing state and immediately saw the heat escaping from the rear of the car, as well as several incomplete soldiers with guns in the car. He had also tried wearing night vision goggles before, but the effect was far inferior to the eyes made of black light viruses. This not only refers to the field of view, but also the visual distance and detail resolution. The latter is superior.

And these eyes can be upgraded in the future.

Watson stared blankly for two minutes, counting many heads on the windows of dozens of houses. Light footsteps sounded behind him, and he didn't look back. He just opened a new bottle of beer and placed it next to him.

One hand took the bottle away.

"Is it really okay for you to drink like this?"

"So what if something goes wrong? It's me who dies, not you."

Michela lowered her eyes, took a big sip, and put the wine bottle back on the brick: "It tastes really bad."

Glancing at the girl who stopped talking, Watson turned back silently. Since that day, the relationship between the two has become a bit awkward again. After listening to Watson's words, Michela said "Don't follow me" and walked out of the room in silence. After the Christmas Eve dinner, she looked like this when we met again the next day.

At least you didn't get slapped in the face.

Watson comforted himself in his heart, but Michela beside him spoke again: "Who is she?"

"what?"

"I didn't listen to the woman you were talking about last time."

Didn’t you tell me to stop talking at that time? Watson twitched the corner of his mouth and resisted the urge to complain: "After I left Heidelberg in 1990, I slept in New York for seven years. When I woke up, there was a chaos in the city. Monsters created by a group of vampires. They were hunting humans everywhere, and that woman was the one I met at that time."

"......vampire?"

"Yes, the kind of vampires you think of who are afraid of the sun, garlic and silver weapons. Their scientists want to find a way to overcome these problems. This matter is led by the El Archduke of New York's vampire royal family, the woman I'm talking about. .....It’s his daughter.”

The girl folded her arms in silence, obviously digesting the information. After a while, she asked again: "So how did you hook up?"

"I saved her life."

Watson took a sip of wine: "Then she accidentally saw his face."

"whispering sound!"

Michelle uttered a syllable in her mouth, then flicked her ponytail and turned her head away so that Watson could not see the expression on her face: "You have a really cute face, Miss Watson."

After saying this, the girl reached for the wine bottle on the brick and prepared to leave from the roof. Just then, screams came from the streets in the distance. Michela took out a monocular from her waist, and Watson readjusted his thermal vision and saw several soldiers dragging two women into a small alley next to a pickup truck.

Soon, faint whimpering could be heard in the alley.

"...a bunch of rapists."

After a few glances, the girl put the telescope into Watson's arms, picked up the wine bottle and walked downstairs, just passing by the Slavic man going upstairs. The ghost carried the AWM sniper rifle and trotted to Watson: "What's going on?"

"Soldiers captured two women."

Watson grabbed the bottle and took another sip.

"Oh, I thought the government army and the coalition forces were at war." Ghost leaned the gun against the railing and opened a bottle of beer himself: "Every time I come to Africa, I don't leave a good impression, but that's always the case in war zones. These two women I'm lucky. I can at least survive by being obedient. After this period, I can continue to live tomorrow, probably."

When Watson didn't answer, the man moved his face closer: "What? You want to help them? No, no, no, don't do that. If you disturb those people's fun, these two women will have a worse life in the future. , you can slap your ass and leave, but they can't leave. If you kill these scum, martial law will begin around the town early tomorrow morning, and our mission will be ruined."

The ghost's words were like a spell in my ears.

The light of the small pickup truck in the distance caught my eyes, giving me the illusion of slight pain.

"I know what you mean."

Looking away from the car, Watson stared at the beer bottle without looking into the ghost's eyes: "I just feel a little... absurd. Bertha and I are here drinking beer and having sex. , but there are people dozens of meters away who can’t even preserve their physical dignity.”

The man let out a deep laugh.

"You are very philosophical, keep it up. Remember, don't take the initiative to provoke coalition soldiers before we leave." The ghost patted Watson on the shoulder and went downstairs with a gun and a beer bottle. Being used to seeing the lazy and casual look of a big Slavic man, the man's attitude at this time made Watson feel a little strange. Shaking his head, he picked up the bottle again and poured it into his mouth.

The 'coalition forces' in the ghost's mouth refer to the troops of several landlocked countries in the east. In the first civil war that ended in 1997, a new regime was established with the help of coalition forces. However, after the war ended, some coalition forces still occupied the land and were reluctant to evacuate. Obviously, coalition soldiers do not view local people from the perspective of their compatriots. The new government, which was trying to consolidate its power, intensified its conflicts and launched a second war in August 1998.

The warmth of the night wind gradually dissipated.

Not long after, commotion was also heard on the other side of the street.

.....

The next evening, the team left the town.

Vigo, who came back early in the morning, woke up Luper and said that the warlord Tolan had issued another blackmail message, and the client had made several calls to urge action. The wolf team, which originally wanted to study for two days, had to pack up and set off. They rode through the market, the noise going on as if nothing had happened last night.

The tires scraped against the dirt road, and the box containing the ammunition chain clanged.

"You said the client contacted the helicopter to come over?"

The old pickup truck was leaking air everywhere, and Luper had to raise his voice: "Whose helicopter is that? We won't be shot down in the sky, right? Don't tell me they spent money to rent things belonging to the government forces. This belongs to the coalition forces. Territory! Who knows if some guy who has nothing to do will hit him in the sky!"

"Don't worry about this!" Vigo squinted his eyes to avoid being blown in by the dust: "The customer also paid the local military officers, and they will ensure that we can enter and exit normally. But this aircraft can only be on the periphery of Tolan's territory at best. If it’s a pick-up and drop-off service, don’t expect it to take you to rappelling battles!”

The bumpy journey didn't last long.

After driving for about an hour, two pickup trucks stopped on a grassy field beside a river. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Vigo's bulky phone finally rang. Luper immediately directed the team to unload the supplies on the vehicle. Soon, the sound of the helicopter's engine came from outside the woods, and the branches and leaves shook with increasing amplitude.

A Mi-8 helicopter appeared overhead.