From the tropical islands with blue sky, white clouds, coconut forests, and clear water and young sand to Iraq, the yellow sand, the impact on Wu Xi is relatively great.

Even though he had bought a full set of high-end clothing, high-end sports shoes, work clothes, multi-bag pants, ice silk cooling T-shirts, etc., when he walked on a Toyota off-road vehicle to welcome him, he still quietly told Buck: "I feel that my breathing is a little rapid now and I can't breathe!"

Buck is familiar with: "Tachycardia, most people who go to the battlefield for the first time are like this. It's okay, it's not your turn to show up in public, just help us greet the local reception staff."

A dozen golden eagles were squeezed into a Japanese medium-sized van. They showed armed security personnel certificates in the airport customs, that is, mercenary employment certificates, and successfully brought two packs of firearms. But Buck and Wu Xi were completely separated from them. In fact, these documents were borrowed from the Hammers. The young people with blue shields wanted to come and open their eyes, but the jets were really a little small and couldn't sit down. The flexible hyena was here to represent them.

After Buck and Wu Xi came out of the ordinary VIP channel, they only had the metal eagle van outside the airport. After driving the car, they were all locals and could speak stuttering Chinese. After listening to Wu Xi's Pingjing English accent, Buck still communicated with others himself. The thin driver said that they were all working for oil companies and now they sent them to the company's dormitory first.

There is indeed a reason why Wu Xi couldn't breathe. The earthen walls on both sides were hung with various living things, and rusty bicycle iron buckets were everywhere. All buildings were two or three floors below, full of messy clothes for drying. Then many eyes seemed to be concentrated from the window holes with fertilizer and plastic cloth hanging or the cloth covering the clothes to the two cars passing by. Buck mocked Wu Xi for thinking too much. Although there were not many cars on the street, there were still many vehicles coming and going, of course, there were many Toyota cars with old models.

Wu Xi said that this is similar to the chaos of the Middle East towns he saw on TV movies or games, and there may be terrorist attacks everywhere. Recently, his company has been tinkering with such a game, and it should be asked to ask the game planners to come and see it on site.

Buck was so nervous that he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and let the Internet company CEO look around constantly.

It took more than an hour from the international airport guarded by the army to the city. After passing most of the bungalows, he arrived at an area with a slightly tall building. Buck noticed that there were many bullet holes on the wide building walls and pointed them to Wu Xi. The man in Pingjing's expression was more serious and even a little stiff. Anyway, he was sitting in the back seat and looking straight, and his eyes were a little hollow. His fingers slowly twisted the cultural and play bracelet on his hands. He probably decided to hand over his 100-pound pound to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In fact, it was not so decisive. The off-road vehicle turned around and drove into the yard of a seven or eight-story building. First, I saw an armed guard carrying an AK rifle at the door, but it seemed to be a local. Then after entering the pickup truck, there were many armed personnel squatting around the Western Kongs and the locals, looking at this side with curiosity and teasing. In short, it smelled loose. Then I waited for the car to stop. Buck saw an office open on the first floor, and several people came out. Although they were all East Asian faces, Buck subconsciously felt that the two of them were not like Chinese people at the beginning. They turned their heads in surprise. Wu Xi smiled awkwardly: "Japanese..."

Buck had a little eyebrows. His ancestors had never been harmed by the Japanese, but he still received education since childhood. What's more, his wife almost lost her life in Japan, not to mention the colleagues who died extremely tragic.

Wu Xi explained: "In the entire southern Iraq, we got two oil blocks, one from the Americans, and the other from the Japanese to cooperate with them. No one can operate this thing independently. The main technical manager of this oil field is the Japanese, and this is the only oil field in the south that can quickly and easily restore high-capacity. Because we Chinese have strong work ability, the oil produced has returned to China... To put it bluntly, the land is from Iraq, and all real estate developers are Americans who have won the battle. Our Chinese country is at best a contractor, and then they also bought these houses! The Japanese will buy several houses as construction technicians. Do you understand?"

Buck, the economic layman, squinted his eyes at Wu Xi, feeling that this guy would not collude with Japan to cheat him: "I'm... I have no selfishness. If you are not like this, then you are not worthy of being friends!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the car. Wu Xi was stunned on the off-road vehicle. Seeing the black-faced tattooed man who had just shown his eyes, he had pulled the sweat towel on his neck to cover his lower jaw and jumped out of the car. He spoke fluent Ukrainian and hyena with a hyena. He had a flattering smile on his face that Wu Xi had never seen before. He looked like a pseudo-county magistrate of the Japanese devils. The man in Pingjing snorted in his nostrils and sucked at the corner of his mouth: "Are you also a bastard who speaks traitors?" He used his clothes to randomly mess with Buck and the others, but quietly got out of the car from the other side, his eyes met a man behind him who had seen in the photo, and nodded slightly to each other.

The Japanese did serve as the person in charge of the oil field construction, and they came to greet the courtesy: "I heard that you are an emergency incident handling expert invited from Europe, so I'll ask you here!" After the enthusiastic and appropriate handshake, there was also the kind of respectful bowing that was unique to the Japanese.

Buck looked at the group of golden eagles behind him, feeling that this bowing ceremony was not done to him, and responded in English: "Okay... who should I talk to about the specific things?"

The Japanese dodged: "This gentleman is the manager of the Chinese Engineering Company, and their engineer was kidnapped..." After Buck was introduced to the Chinese man who nodded slightly with Wu Xi, the Japanese looked at Buck for a few more times and actually took the militants in the yard away.

A Chinese man with a darker face than Buck greeted the mercenary army in Woogland and also used diplomatic rhetoric in English, pointing to Wu Xi: "You can't be a translator?"

The Internet company ceo followed it into the office...

To be precise, it was a conference room full of Chinese people. Looking at the foreigners entering in a row, they looked different, but the three Chinese men who led the way chased the people: "Okay, okay, it's useless to just yell here to worry. Everyone will go back to their respective construction sites and construction fronts first. I believe the government and the country will definitely bring Lao Cheng back!"

The messy engineers stood up, and their worried expressions were written on their faces, but they didn't have much confidence.

For this reason, Buck also felt that he should do this.

Turning around, the golden eagles who were supposed to highlight their professionalism had already squeezed to the only cabinet-type air conditioner in the corner of the conference room, and they all lifted up the unified black T-shirts they bought in Dubai and fanned them!

Yes! That's right, these guys are all polar bears brought by Han. They are already bare-haired on the tropical island and wander in beach pants all day long. When they come to this desert area where the psychological and physiological feeling is hotter, they just spit out their tongues at any time. But at this moment, they are still a little bit of an image in front of the customers, right? They are all rushing to the top, and the "translator" is standing at the door and thrusting.

No wonder these construction workers are unconfident after seeing it!

Buck felt very embarrassed!
Chapter completed!