Chapter 19: Making Money Humming Ha

  "Operation Panda Burn" was approved by Jackson. Lyme then arrived

  Deploy to the base development center, "Panda Burning Incense" action.????More than 30 prisoners including Sabir were taken by Captain Durant to a biological research laboratory, of course not for biological experiments, but for a simple small operation, which can't even be called an operation, just in the back of the neck

  Fire one shot and install trackers on these people

  Inside the body - it won't be fatal, nor will it hurt, and a small red dot will appear on the skin. The tracker is only as big as a grain of rice, inserted into a medical gun, just pull the trigger like a board, and the tracker will

  The injection into the subcutaneous tissue is also painful for the recipient, with pain lasting about half an hour. Even without anesthesia, ordinary people can tolerate it. What's more, these prisoners have a pain tolerance several times that of ordinary people. The prisoners in Sabir's care are not being mistreated now either. Since that American female soldier was slapped by Rhyme, no one has dared to use corporal punishment again. Sabir and the others were arrested for examination

  The body was taken to a biological research laboratory, said Colonel Thomas

  After the body, they will be released. They were half-believing and half-doubting, but had no choice, so they just let these American soldiers do whatever they wanted. Although there was no anesthesia, they fell asleep. Rhyme said that installing a tracker couldn't let them know. So each person took a few sleeping pills, and then smoothly installed the satellite positioning tracker in their bodies. Installing trackers...

  After the arrangement, Lyme sat in his office and ordered that the two Jordanians who were detained last night be brought in. The two men, one named Hummer and the other named Hannon, together sounded like Hummer and Hannon II. Hummer was tall and thin, if not for

  The Arab men were dressed in a way that made Lem almost think they were Chinese comedians, Ma Sanli; Hanu and the Chinese Avanti had some similarities, wearing a small Muslim hat, with thick black beards that curled up like horizontal brackets on both sides. The two men's eyes showed a terrified expression, standing timidly in front of Lem, this was America, where being killed by Americans was no different from being squished to death like an ant, and the US military had also confiscated their guns and ammunition... But they didn't know what this American would do with them. They couldn't have imagined that a great opportunity awaited them. Lem took out a stack of cash from his drawer and threw it over: "Eight thousand dollars, split it up, it's the reward for guiding us last night." The two men were overjoyed, each getting four thousand dollars, enough to work as bodyguards on the Oman-Baghdad road several times. And who knows how many times they could get such a job in a month? They couldn't believe it: "Is this... really for us?" "Want to make money?" "We do..." "If you want to make money, don't go back to Jordan, stay here and work for me, all paid in US dollars." Lem took out several bundles of cash and put them on the table, American currency was more abundant than weapons, no need to worry about owing China tens of billions in debt, just turn on the printing press and print as much as you want. "If you agree, I'll give you another five thousand dollars right now." Looking at all that money within reach, who wouldn't be tempted? But Hanu and his partner also knew that this money wasn't free, last night's trip had resulted in many terrorists being crushed by tanks on that small road. This time, were they going to ask them to fight against the terrorists with knives? They didn't have that skill, terrorists weren't easy to deal with, one careless move and their heads would be gone.

  Life is more important than money.

  Life is important. Hmph, Ha Er looked at the cash on the desk with a red eye and hesitated: "What do we want to...do?"

  "Go shopping, go wherever you like, as long as you think it's fun. This money is easy to earn, right?"

  "Officer, don't...don't joke, we dare not."

  "Do I look like I'm joking? It's just that I want you to go shopping on the streets and find some clues for me. Of course, you'll get paid for it. For every clue you find, you'll get at least 3,000 to 2,000 dollars, and up to 10 million or more. Is this better than driving a taxi or being a bodyguard?"

  "Okay, we'll do it." Although there's some risk, it's much smaller compared to driving a taxi or being a bodyguard on the highway from Oman to Baghdad.

  "That's settled then. But I need you two to bring in more people, like...like..."

  "Like what?"

  "Oh, not that. Do you have any relatives or friends in Iraq?"

  "Yes, my uncle, his aunt, his cousin, and we have several friends who are also in Iraq."

  "That's it, then. Your uncle calls his aunt, his aunt calls her cousin, his cousin calls his second cousin...and so on. You get the idea. Gather all your relatives and friends and form a special task force. You two will be the team leaders..."

  "Team leaders? What do you mean?"

  "Just call yourselves team leaders. You'll lead a special operations team and an action team."

  "What's the difference between the two teams?"

  "There is no difference, they're the same. They'll do the same job and get paid the same amount...like that...Imperial Guard plainclothes team."

  "Imperial Guard plainclothes team?" Hmph Ha Er was confused again.

  Laim didn't bother explaining what "Imperial Guard plainclothes team" meant. He opened his drawer, took out a photo of Imani, and showed it to the two men: "Do you recognize her?"

  "No."

  "From now on, you two must remember that if you find any clues about this woman or anyone who has contact with her, you must report back to me immediately. But if you want to keep your heads attached, don't go near her and don't provoke her. You're not her match. If you can provide us with information about this woman, you'll get a 10 million dollar reward."

  "That's so valuable?" Hmph Ha Er's eyes widened.

  "If you can catch Ben Aden, it's even more valuable. There's a 25 million dollar bounty on his head."

  Laim smiled and called Thomas to come over: "Hmph, Ha Er, you two follow Thomas to register and officially start working for the special operations team. As for your office location, just find a rental place outside the Green Zone...it'll be called Baghdad White Water Security Company..."

  Just then, Laim's phone rang. He picked it up, and his face turned serious. He heard Dai Mei'er's crying voice: "Laim gege, please come save us! A group of bandits has surrounded our house and is about to break in..."

  In the background, there were sounds of gunfire and explosions.