It was not until the convoy stopped that the somewhat dizzy Buck saw the West Asian dresses wrapped in a headscarf and a white jacket and a vest on the outside. He suddenly realized that Syria was not what it was, it was completely Kurds in northern Iraq. Buck had done some security business in Iraq at least, and he could still distinguish this kind of national dress.

However, at this time he should remain in a state of ignorance and confusion, leaning against his seat and staring blankly outside. The only German who was in the same car as him also didn't say a word and saw other companions escorting the three people all the way to the road, guarding and meeting a few locals who seemed to be dressed in an elder.

Then Basson came over and knocked on the car window: "Do you know the localization strategy? Do you know what you should do as a military doctor?"

Buck rubbed his temple hard and was a little vague: "You know... it's here?"

Basson helped him open the door: "It's here!" He also helped Buck take out several medical bags from the trunk.

Buck finally realized why he asked him to bring a third-level medical bag from the military base. This is basically the heaviest type of field military doctors carrying singles. In the past, Iron Hammer helped him get such a big bag, but it turned out that he was here to give him goodwill ambassadors.

NATO's military medical kits are divided into three levels according to small-scale patrol first aid kits, two-three days of duty medical kits and long-term operation complete surgical treatment kits, and the weight is also divided into three kilograms, eight kilograms and more than twenty kilograms. This time, all three were brought with you.

Seeing that the American contractors had already started to work skillfully and exchanged candy and chocolate with local adults and children with smiles, Buck had no choice but to grab the medical kit and began to set up a stall at the entrance of the village to be a barefoot doctor. He learned to do good deeds to diagnose and treat the villagers and children in these remote areas!

Well, at most half an hour, the men, women, young and old who heard the news lined up in front of Buck!

The president of the high-tech industry, whose market estimate is 7.5 billion US dollars, actually gave free medical treatment to others in this place where birds do not shit. Does anyone believe this?

Buck just thought he was coming to the mountains to show his love.

In fact, in the NATO army, in addition to healing comrades, military doctors usually do too much. Whenever they go to the occupied area, they will give children candy, and treat men, women, and young people. This is a common strategy to win over military-civilian relations, and he is still very clear.

It was obvious that the three white men in casual clothes, in their forties and fifties, came to talk to the Kurdish tribe elders, and they became one of the tools to win over the relationship. Now the three have entered the stone house with the elders, and seven American contractors who had never spoken to him, occupying the corner and guarding the surrounding terrain.

Buck's European companions also got off the car and spread around the convoy. The more than ten large trucks were all Turkish drivers. Now they got off the car and squatted in a circle and chatted. It seemed not the first time they came to this area.

This is not a very strange thing. NATO has been attracting sponsorships to the Kurds in northern Iraq. From helping to resist Saddam here, to later using this place to put pressure on Iran, they have been doing many activities in this area.

This is not surprising information.

Buck asked himself to focus on the patient in front of him as much as possible. This kind of thing has nothing to do with him, and there is no need to be too mixed with it. But he regretted being wasted time here at this moment. He might have thought that 10,000 US dollars was a business, but now he just thinks it is better to go home early to spend time with his wife and children.

However, Buck's after light noticed that one or two hours later, the truck drivers got on the bus one after another, driving the trucks to the back of this tribal residential area to unload the goods. Buck, wearing a stethoscope, focused on listening to the gap between the patient's chest breathing in front of him. Occasionally, he could hear the sound of gunbolts!

He always thought that those trucks were transporting food or other daily necessities to please these Kurdish tribes, but they turned out to be weapons?

However, Buck also did this kind of thing in Eastern Europe back then. The so-called import of democracy means importing firearms into these places and allowing these places to have the ability to resist the central government. He is not a moral saint, so he secretly makes a face and continues to do his own thing.

So the busy work was till night, and the trucks left first. It seemed that as long as we support tonight, this matter would be over.

But another slightly surprised thing happened. After dinner with batter and barbecue slices, the seven American contractors actually took three white men to drive three cars and left at night!

Buck finally couldn't help but ask Basson: "This... the truck convoy has left, and they have left too. What are the only five or six of us who stay here for?"

The Frenchman spread their hands: "That was their mission completed, and our work has only officially begun now."

Buck was a little dissatisfied: "Can you tell me what you are doing here at this time? You can't let me come here to treat people specifically?"

Basson still kept in a silence: "You will know tomorrow. If God blesses us, we can stay here for a few more days and enjoy a wonderful holiday!"

Buck muttered in a deep breath: "That's your holiday, I still have to support my family."

Basong stretched out his left hand and put his shoulder: "Say your wife, children and families are all in Kazakhstan?"

Buck casually said: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Basson's casual French tone: "You're the one in Woogland's Blue Shield Defense Company?"

For a moment, Buck seemed to have been flashed by lightning in his mind!

Why do I feel something is wrong when I sit in the car during the day? It’s my identity!

I am really not a qualified spy, and I can't even be considered an agent!

There are big loopholes in my identity!

If it were the past, Buck might have been shocked. I have to say that marriage is the stone of men's growth. I would say irreversible to my wife and girlfriend all day long. Buck's calmness finally became perfect and stable, and he frowned: "Yes, this is my NATO registration information..."

My mind began to spin rapidly!

The registered Blue Shield Defense Company is now using this name in Southeast Asia!

It’s not to save trouble, but to find the true foundation in Woogland when I hope to trace the roots there in Southeast Asia, and leave it alone!

But unexpectedly, as the blue shields do things one after another in Southeast Asia, such things can easily be linked in front of mercenaries or military intelligence agencies of various European and American NATO countries!

You know, Cook and the others are also under the banner of the blue shield of Woogrand!

Buck, who decided to take the initiative, turned his head blankly: "What? Is there anything wrong?"

Under the dim mountain lights, Basson stared at Buck's face with perfect acting for several seconds before speaking: "The latest feedback, have you been to Southeast Asia many times in the past two years?"

Buck's mind lit up another lightning!

I have been using Piatov Buck, a former identity in Southeast Asia.

This does not even require military intelligence agencies to come forward, just check the entry and exit records of countries around the world to discover it!
Chapter completed!