Chapter 22: Tiandu Company

  In the faint dawn light, two people rode on a speeding Harley motorcycle on a dilapidated dirt road towards a Jeep parked by the roadside. As they rapidly approached the stationary Jeep, they soon entered the RPG's effective firing range. With an increasingly joyful smile on his face, he raised the RPG and aimed at the motionless Jeep through the low-light scope, ready to pull the trigger...

  I and Lao Ha didn't even have time to intercept, the motorcycle carrying Sanpao shot out like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye it was less than 500 meters away from the military vehicle. I saw Hasan start taking aim, until he entered a stable shooting range of 200 meters, then a flame burst out of the motorcycle, arcing towards the motionless military jeep...

  Mahmoud ordered his men to leave the two behind, so that they would know who was in charge of this land. He deliberately instructed the convoy to drop them off on the spot, without waiting for the last load of goods to return. Mahmoud then ordered the driver to stop the vehicle at a kilometer away from the road base, but unexpectedly, after several provocations, an RPG rocket came flying in...

  Mahmoud saw the motorcycle coming and felt something was wrong, he pulled the young driver out of the jeep, they saw the rocket launcher 500 meters away aiming at them, they immediately opened the door and got out of the jeep, trying to run further down the road, but as soon as they got out, the speeding motorcycle brought a faster rocket...

  Standing a kilometer away, Old Ha and I could only see a fiery explosion hitting the front engine compartment of that military vehicle. The massive explosive force overturned the entire jeep, with parts flying everywhere. The blast propelled people on the car flying off, and Old Ha and I both saw in the light of the explosion two figures soaring high into the air before landing in the wilderness below the roadbed, vanishing from sight in an instant.

  The knight, following Shu's instructions, circled the abandoned military vehicle from a distance before returning in our direction. At this point, I was truly startled and stared blankly as Shu smiled and returned to my side.

  "Let's go! Gua Guo!" Two knights beside me handed over a helmet to me and Old Ha, indicating that we should get on their motorcycles. My friend and I were at a loss, so we got on the two motorcycles and quickly disappeared into this desolate highway.

  Half an hour later, we had settled down steadily in a civilian house in Tal Sultan, a border residential area, which was also a hideout for Tianyou Reward Service Company to quickly deliver goods and contact business.

  After entering the yard, four knights took out the weapons hidden in the car, assembled them briefly and went to the top floor of this small two-story building for guard duty. The remaining dozen or so knights were arranged to complete their guard duties, inviting me and Hassan into the house to chat.

  "Wait a minute, I haven't even had time to introduce myself..." His words were cut off by me interrupting him on the spot.

  "Speak English, let Hassan translate." I was still reeling from the shock of being bombed by an armored vehicle, but this guy's opening line in a funny Cantonese accent immediately broke his mysterious aura and he became that clown-like fool again in front of me.

  “ok，ok!”

  Then he introduced the company to us in English, and it turned out that it was a service industry company that provided paid services. The company's business scope is extremely broad, from small cats and dogs getting lost to overthrowing national governments, all can be handled.

  I was taken aback after listening to Hassan's translation and randomly asked: "So, have you guys ever overthrown the government of that country?"

  This guy listened to my question, his face turned red and he said with a straight face: "Mom, where there are opposition parties, we have our own people there too! From small tribal conflicts in the Middle East and North Africa to big wars like Afghanistan and Iraq, our public system has participated in all of them!"

  "After hearing this, I immediately understood the style of these people: 'Mercenary companies are just mercenary companies, and there are also paid service companies. I heard that Blackwater Company is called a private military consulting company.'"

  "This is getting interesting..."

  "Speak English!" Hassan and I both learned traditional Northeastern dialects of Chinese, so we really couldn't get used to this guy's Cantonese accent, and immediately shouted out in unison.

  “ok！ok！”

  After Old Ha's translation, it was finally understood that the nature of this company is not even comparable to a mercenary company, but rather a war profiteer and arms dealer. In addition to selling arms, they also provide mercenary employment, task posting, and have introduced higher-level package services including transportation services, cargo transport, wealth cash-out, mercenary training, and many other businesses, almost exhausting the possibilities of war profiteering. Eventually, many mercenaries who received their services ended up being affiliated with the company's name and became part of its armed forces.

  This is even more confusing, Jiao Ge might be the boss of this company, but how could such a large company be handed over to him so easily? Or maybe he just printed a few business cards to fool me. Alternatively, this company may not be as impressive as it was described, it's just an ordinary military supplies company.

  However, the scene where this guy just used an RPG to attack a jeep really gave me a deep shock. Although we were far away, such a realistic explosion in front of us is not something that can be compared to what you see on TV. The shock went straight through my heart.

  Hassan and I were simply placed in the independent basement of this small building, and it was clear that the basement had been reinforced. The outermost layer was also reinforced with a steel frame structure. There were four rooms in the basement, each with an area of about 20 square meters. Two small beds were placed in each room, without TV or radio. On the bedside table between the two beds, there were two gun holsters that caught people's attention at once.

  On the box, a line of crooked words was written in black marker pen. With my English level, I could only understand the last few words "p226", and it seemed to be a model of gun. Originally, I didn't pay much attention to this, after all, although I was in a war-torn area, except for seeing a jeep being blown up by an RPG, with the driver and passengers not yet killed in the car, I had never seen the look of war.

  "This is a gift that Jiao Dong dragged me to give to the two of you, I hope you like it." Su Cui said an English sentence behind us, and Hassan quickly translated.

  I looked at this shabby box with suspicion, finding it hard to imagine that Jiao Ge would give me something so ugly. Seeing my puzzlement, he hastily added a sentence in English, which was also considerate of him, as his Chinese was like a foreign language to both Hassan and me, and maybe not very pleasant for himself either.

  "He said that although the box is simple, this gun is not an ordinary mass-produced version, but a privately customized version after adjusting various parameters, including the must-kill blade at the bottom of the gun case is really good stuff." Hassan's translation indeed caught my attention, and I couldn't help but take a closer look at the gun case.