Chapter 10: Armed Escort (Part 1)

  He couldn't keep the questions in his mind, and if they weren't answered, it would be a hidden danger. Allen's words gave him such information that there was some kind of transaction and conflict between Original Lime and Ambassador Oulton, Oulton used Original Lime to smuggle military weapons, what kind of military weapons were being smuggled, and what kind of military customers did Original Lime provide for Oulton? Moreover, it seemed that Original Lime wanted to spy on some secrets from Oulton, in order to achieve the goal, he even lured Allen into bed... He opened all the computers and searched for the information he needed.

  He found documents in the computer from Aldington's briefcase, which were sales records of military equipment, including dozens of pages of charts and numbers, showing that they had sold tanks, armored vehicles, off-road vehicles, military aircraft, missiles, various artillery and firearms worth over $20 billion to institutions, organizations and individuals in more than a dozen countries, including Syria, Saudi Arabia, Palestine and Afghanistan.

  Another picture popped up, a fierce-looking guy with a bit of a fat head and brain, Laim was surprised, this man is Hashib, the leader of the Holy War Army who escaped during the "Rat" fire, the computer display showed: Hashib, leader of the Holy War Army, opposed to Saddam's regime, has exploitable value... while Orton sold them 10 XM-3 sniper rifles, 2 M2 heavy machine guns, 5 M72 rocket launchers, and 155 M4 carbines.

  US Ambassador actually provides advanced weapons to anti-US armed forces?!

  What's all this nonsense? No wonder the original Laim would lead 139 "Evil Wolf" troops to their deaths before crossing over.

  Alton is an arms dealer who was appointed ambassador to Iraq after helping the Republican Party win the US election. He still wants Laim to contact his arms clients. The production capacity of American firearms is too large, resulting in overstocking and unsold goods at home, so they cast a wide net, and Laim is also pulled in by Alton to do business.

  With these things cleared up, Lyme felt relieved.

  At 7 o'clock in the evening, Laim changed into a suit and came to the Babylon Hotel. At a glance, he recognized Zhao Hengyang. This kid has been infatuated with foreign things since childhood. He was admitted to Tsinghua University for graduate studies but didn't attend, instead going to MIT in the US. After living abroad for several years, he had become sleek and smooth, with a strong foreign flavor. However, on his face, you could still see the shadow of Zhao Changsha - a square-shaped face, a sturdy build, only lacking the domineering air of Zhao Changsha's youth, but with more of his mother's elegance.

  Zhao Hengyang sat by the window, holding a mobile phone, waiting for Laim's call. In Zhao Hengyang's opinion, since he had never met Laim before and wouldn't recognize him even if they met face to face, it was better to communicate only through phone calls so as not to mistake each other.

  Laim was laughing in his heart, he could recognize you even if you were burned to ashes. He walked straight to Zhao Hengyang's table and sat down. Zhao Hengyang looked puzzled: "Are you Mr. Laim? How do you know me is..."

  "There's only one Chinese person here, if you weren't Zhao Hengyang, there wouldn't be anyone else."

  "But there were also Koreans and Japanese."

  "I still have the ability to distinguish between Chinese people and Koreans/Japanese."

  "Thank you for rescuing three staff members."

  "You already know."

  "I called Dà Měi'er and she told me everything."

  "You don't have to thank me, these few employees are doing things for me. Of course, they were also assigned by you, but you shouldn't have let Dai Mei'er get involved, that Dai Mei'er almost lost her life and almost got kidnapped by the terrorists."

  "You think I wanted to? The problem is where to find people to work. The US military invaded Iraq, messed up my company, the refinery was shut down, and all the workers were temporarily sent home. This time I came to Iraq for inspection, only three or five people, but your relatives high and low deceived me, so I had to help you out with a hard head. I have oil tankers, many, over a hundred vehicles, but they need people to drive them, so I had to temporarily hire workers at high salaries, at least three people per tanker, I sent out twelve tankers, that's 36 workers, and the one wearing a veil is because her family is in Iraq, she stayed behind after we retreated to take care of the company and contact us in China. Considering this job was dangerous, I didn't want her to participate at first, but this girl is stubborn and loves adventure, she had to join, you know? I even drove myself to pick up workers during the retreat. For this trip, I lost a lot, not only almost lost lives, but also suffered huge economic losses, spending hundreds of millions of dollars."

  "Before I left, I had already transferred $3 million to your company account in Beijing through a Swiss bank. Of course, this compensation is negligible compared to your help. I really want to thank you, if it wasn't for your oil tanker, it would have been difficult to destroy the terrorist's lair."

  "Because you're a friend of my father's, otherwise I wouldn't agree to the tanker being your murder weapon." Zhao Hengyang sized up Laim, unable to connect him with his father. Laim was at most thirty years old, a pure American, while his father was fifty-six and only occasionally went on business trips to America. How could he have become friends with this young American officer? But since his father had a cerebral hemorrhage, this question couldn't be verified for the time being. He asked, "How do you know my father?"

  "Intelligence. Your father and I are both in intelligence."

  "I don't understand." Zhao Hengyang still couldn't figure it out, even if Laim was from the American CIA and had exchanged intelligence with his father. However, "Intelligence should be bitter enemies, how could they become friends?"

  "There's no need to go into details." Lyme gave a vague smile, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

  "You look like my father when you smoke, a bit domineering."

  "You might as well consider me your father."

  "Think you can take advantage of me?" Zhao Hengyang smiled, "Look at you, you're even younger than me, yet you dare to act like my father? Your tone is a bit too big."

  "At least, I am your faithful friend." Lime smiled and took out a small piece of paper, saying, "This is the phone number of the US Embassy in Jordan. I've contacted them and they will arrange for you to board a flight to Beijing if you arrive in Jordan tomorrow. The road to Jordan is very dangerous with terrorists running rampant, so I have dispatched a special task force of 30 soldiers, one Hummer, and three armored vehicles, led by Major Mack, fully armed to escort you. They are waiting outside and can depart at any time."

  "With such a large entourage, they treat me like the President's bodyguard?"

  "You can also say you're a prisoner. Mainly because it just so happens, my special task force hasn't returned to base yet, they're suffocating in Baghdad and want to go on vacation in Amman, so I'll assign them the task of escorting you."

  Just then, a burst of intense gunfire rang out, followed by a loud explosion. A cloud of smoke billowed into the hotel entrance, and "Terrorist attack!" Laim almost shouted in unison with Zhao Hengyang. Laim drew his gun and was about to rush out when his phone rang. He pulled it out, and on the other end was that eerie, devilish whisper: "You... are waiting for death, death..." The caller hung up.

  Starting point. Welcome, book lovers! The latest, fastest and hottest serialized works are all on the starting point of original works!