Chapter 8: The Filth of War

  "Are these intelligence reports true? God above, this group of Japanese are as evil as their masters." Akadura muttered to himself, flipping through the reports in his hand.

  It turns out that the US-Iraq war has been going on for more than half a year, but the so-called weapons of mass destruction have not been found (although the real purpose of the Americans is oil). However, those who want to build a monument to chastity always think of putting on a show of "thieves shouting to catch thieves". First, the Japanese will bury some small amounts of biochemical weapons in designated areas, and then the brave American soldiers will receive tips from informants. In the end, not only can they shake off the hat of "unlawful war", but also use it as an excuse to control the Middle East's oil resources for a long time.

  "It's not like you religious fanatics are the ones who exchange oil for US dollars and then fund certain organizations to stir up trouble, only to get destroyed and deserve it. It seems that we have to do this dirty work again." The wolf-like man interrupted Akadula's muttering, "Respected Mr. Akadula, if you and Mr. Eben behind you are willing to modify the contract, perhaps my children and I can help you resolve this crisis."

  "Oh! Brave warrior from the mysterious East, what do you plan to do?" The old fox couldn't help but ask, seemingly having waited for Wolf Head to speak.

  "According to the contract, my child and I need to work for you for six natural months. My request is to end our work a month in advance. In addition, our pricing method needs to be changed. As we Chinese say, this way of counting wages is too unchallenging. I require $8 million in compensation, the price of which is completing this task and blowing up an oil field. What do you say?" Wolf Head slowly raised his demands.

  Akadura hesitated, 80 million was nothing to these oil-rich men, what the old man feared was whether this Chinese man had given him all the intelligence he possessed. In other words, if he made even a slight modification or concealment of the intelligence, then apart from him and those few children, anyone else who tried to complete the task would be no different from a fool's dream. Shaking his head in despair, "Respected Wolf Head Mr., I am willing to pay an additional 20 million personally, please help us train a batch of children, at this point in the war, we can only use our lives to fill the gap..." The old man sighed and revealed his trump card.

  Akadura left the meeting place with a satisfied look, while Wolfhead cursed silently and returned to his hideout. He carefully calculated his schedule and finally set a requirement of no more than thirty members and one month's training time.

  Back at the hideout, Wolf Head awakened the two brothers with a warning. This matter must be acted upon before the Americans discover the secret leak; otherwise, it will be difficult to find again.

  "According to the intelligence you've gathered, there are three dirty bombs in total. All of them are placed at the Tikrit US military forward operating base. What do you think?" Wolf Head seemed not to be in a hurry at all, smiling and looking at the three little guys standing in front of him.

  "Anyway, we know the location of the storage, or we can just use rocket-propelled grenades to blast it, who knows, maybe we'll hit something, hehe!" The chicken eye with a lustful smile was kicked out by Wolf Head before he could finish speaking.

  The remaining wolf looked at him with a cold and icy gaze, "You wouldn't think that after the bombing, you'll be blown to smithereens by the US military's AC130, leaving not even a single hair behind?"

  At the mention of AC-130, Jiyan shrunk his neck. The monster known as the "airborne battleship" once hovered counterclockwise above you, even God could only run away with his head in his hands. Not to mention the 40mm caliber "Bofors" machine gun and a 105mm caliber howitzer, just two 20mm caliber " Vulcan" Gatling guns mounted on the side wall behind the cockpit, 14,400 rounds of ammunition pouring down like a waterfall every minute can reduce any target to its most primitive molecular state.

  "I think we should head to the US military advance base immediately, since we know the dirty bomb is there. By dawn at the latest, they'll discover that Japanese man missing, and Tikrit's large advance base is just one. Their goal is to dig out these things in that old uncle's hometown, so they won't have time to transfer them. So, they must take action ahead of schedule!" Before Knife could finish analyzing, Wolf had already pulled up his gear and was preparing to lie in wait.

  The Wolf Head nodded in satisfaction, looking at the dagger. "Analyzed correctly, go prepare quickly, remember to bring bio-suits, I don't want you all to become biochemical zombies, alright, go!"

  At 4:00 AM, on a small hill one thousand meters outside the US military's Tikrit East Air Base, four M82A1s carefully scanned the entire base. Before long, an old and worn-out truck commonly seen in local areas drove out of the base. Two Humvees followed closely behind, sandwiching the truck in between them like escorts.

  "Is that them? Let's move! Maybe the American patrol will be right behind, and we won't have a chance." asked the hot-tempered Chick Eye.

  Three beautiful middle fingers gave him the best answer, indeed. Ten minutes later, another truck drove in the opposite direction. The chicken's eyes rarely turned red with shame, and he hurriedly followed the crowd onto the bus.

  The mountain road was bumpy, and the truck driver probably knew what good stuff he was transporting, so he didn't dare to speed up. Before long, they were caught up by the four people who took a shortcut.

  The Wolf Head still did not participate in the action, anyway, several people were already used to it and started discussing it as if nothing was wrong. "Let's do it according to what we discussed earlier, first cut off the dirty bullet and then talk about it." After a simple confirmation that there was no problem, the Lame Wolf said.

  A rocket-propelled grenade shot accurately exploded the tire of a truck 300 meters away. The people on the vehicle were clearly well-trained, and before the car had even stopped, a group of soldiers disguised as Iraqis jumped out in succession. But they never expected to be greeted by four sniper rifles. A distance of 300 meters - even a mediocre shooter like Ji Yan could take someone down with one shot.

  "Quick fight, quick decision! There's a radio in the car, they've probably already called for fire support. If an F-15 shows up, we're done!" Daozi yelled as he threw away his sniper rifle and pulled out his pistol, charging forward with Jieyan close behind. Langlang continued to provide cover with his sniper rifle. The entire battle was over in 2 minutes. Wolf Head jumped into the driver's seat and drove the car towards a canyon entrance near Tikrit. A complex battle that would have been incomprehensible to Iraqis had ended so simply.

  A few people narrowly escaped danger and handed over three biochemical bombs wrapped in biochemical suits to Akadura, who was covered in cold sweat, before the helicopter arrived at the scene. "Let you old man use human beings so cruelly, this troublesome thing you solve it yourself!" Wolf Head smiled sinisterly in his heart as he bid farewell to Akadura, who was leading several high-priced biochemical experts to conduct inspections.

  "Mr. Wolf, can you give me some advice on how to properly handle these things?" Akadura pointed at the three dirty bombs and sought help from Wolf Head, this thing is absolutely not allowed to appear whether it's an Iraqi product or not.

  "Oh, dear Akadula, forgive me for my incompetence. I'm just a mercenary who chases wars around the world with kids for money, not a biochemistry expert." The wolf-headed boy's humble appearance made the three brothers feel an urge to burst out laughing, and this changing face technique was indeed not something ordinary people could compare to.

  "Oh! Damn it! 200,000, to buy your Oriental people's wisdom of war" Akadula said in a flustered tone, completely losing his usual humility and amiability.

  "500,000 US dollars, I'll tell you the simplest way." Wolf Head held a grasping and haggling attitude. In the end, the old man reluctantly agreed to this "fair" deal.

  "It's enough for the US military to search here." Wolf Head said calmly after receiving the satellite phone confirmation of the bank transfer.

  "Are you kidding me!" Before he could finish, Akadula went mad and grabbed the wolf's collar, completely disregarding the black holes of the guns in the hands of the few remaining wolves.

  With a helpless shake of his head, the low and gloomy voice of Wolf Head continued to echo in the old man's ear, "There is an old Chinese saying that goes 'it's up to people to make things happen'. You can set up explosives in this cave beforehand and have your suicide bombers ready. Then you go and inform the US military about the location of their lost dirty bombs, making sure to use the word 'lost' and record the conversation. Before they take action, send the recording to those American officials' desks. It's not that hard, is it? Hehe, as long as they take action, you can blow up at least one special forces squadron. If they don't act, not only will these three Christmas gifts be free for you, but also any subsequent discoveries of dirty things in your hometown by the US military will serve as a good excuse. What do you say?"

  Akadula's hands slowly loosened, and his eyes were filled with a crazy light. The few remaining wolves looked at each other in silence, saying that people become more cunning as they age, but how did it not work here? Didn't this old man realize that the consequence of doing so would be that at least half of the American soldiers searching for Saddam would turn around and kill him instead?

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, half a month later. When Wolf Head led several children to retreat to Kirkuk and prepare to blow up an oil field controlled by the US military there, his employer Abeni, whom he had never met, called him.

  "Major, thank you for always efficiently completing my tasks. Akkadura has answered the call of the true lord and gone to another world, so the final task of destroying the oil field is left to you and your child. The balance I have transferred according to your requested split into the designated accounts. I hope this last task won't disappoint me." Before Wolf Head could respond, the line had already been hung up.

  Lang Tou'er didn't say anything, silently pulled out a high-explosive grenade, removed the safety pin with a stone and made a booby trap with the satellite phone. As soon as someone picks up this phone, it will explode instantly, who knows if Abeni will or won't kill the donkey, being cautious is not wrong.