Buck felt that his laughter was very artificial. At this time, he seemed to realize that Basson reached out to hold his shoulders and was not intimate, nor even a few seconds ago, he felt that he was tempting to sense his physical reaction, but perhaps to suppress his right hand!

The P226 pistol that was pulled from the US military base under the right side of the photography vest that Buck was wearing!

If it were the Buck a few years ago, he might have a heart-breaking heart, but now the laughter is full of vicissitudes: "Don't you know that every former Soviet Union has a dream of going to Southeast Asia to retire? My biggest dream now is to send my wife and children to Southeast Asia to live a warm life... Just like you French people want to bask in the sun in the Mediterranean."

Basson thought about it and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems to be... Then why are you back to Eastern Europe?"

Buck turned bitterly and smiled bitterly: "What did you say you are back? I don't have an accountant license and can't write programs on computers. Why do you say I am back? Basking in the sun on the beach in Southeast Asia is also a money! If you don't see the 600 US dollars, I can put it away?" At this moment, Buck is definitely an acting person, and he has no skills except for war to play a very vivid role. Marriage is really the best actor school. The marriage of seven wives will surely train a man to become an actor.

With such a sincere expression, Basson let go of his arm on Buck's shoulder, a little sneering and feeling sad: "Yes... what else can we do besides fighting with guns? There is no such opportunity in Southeast Asia?"

Buck shrugged: "I originally thought I could go to open a small clinic or just take the diving coach qualification certificate, but after I really went there, I realized that it was okay for me, a military doctor, to come to such a small mountain village to deceive people. After all, there was a complete medical system there. I have tried Phuket, Saigon, and Kuala Lumpur. Some of my original partners hooked up with some special forces in the Ugrants to do security there. My military doctor was not very good at using it, so I had to come back and look for opportunities..."

From the perspective of lying, nine truths and one false are the basic principles, and then they have to lay the groundwork at any time. Regardless of whether the other party hooks up the blue shield that has been frequently shown in Southeast Asia with himself, it is better to lay the groundwork now than the other party’s suspicion and question.

Basson seems to have completely believed: "I have been to Saigon as well... The information I gave to the company before I got on the road seems to have been in Eastern Europe, but now I say you have experienced activities in Southeast Asia, so let me ask."

Buck continued to mutter unsuspectingly: "Isn't it just a business? I won't get in the way of doing anything, right? What are you going to do tomorrow? I'll have a good sleep."

Basson lowered his voice: "Be an instructor, lead and guide the Kurdish armed forces here to fight a war, guide them to fight correctly, and we can leave."

Buck was really surprised: "Didn't you say you won't do offensive business?" Among European mercenaries, this is a completely different watershed. The so-called defense mission is mainly from the perspective of protecting the target. No matter where you guard or protect the important personnel, this is generally much less intense and the price is also lower. However, an offensive mission is equivalent to an army actively launching an attack on where it is easy to lose its life, and the price is generally more than twice as high. Although this time, the price is actually the price of an offensive mission.

Basson cheated: "That was what you said at the time, I didn't agree!"

After thinking about it, Buck thought it seemed to be true. He could only eat Coptis chinensis and hummed twice. He packed his medical bag and went to the dilapidated stone house to find a place to sleep: "Even if this bag is mine, I will call me if I have shifts on duty..." This level 3 medical bag can be worth two or three thousand dollars a set, Buck became addicted.

Basson yelled twice: "You are a military doctor, so I'm exempted!" He picked up his rifle and went out to take turns to guard.

So that night, Buck curled up in the corner of the wall to sleep, but behind his body covered with a medical kit, he kept holding the pistol with his right hand and a surgical blade between his left finger!

God knows if Basson is also acting? Buck thinks that French people are all acting people!

Only then did Buck feel that he had said before that Xiang Wan was not suitable for being an agent, but in fact he was not suitable for a job like a spy. The psychological pressure was too great!

But on the other hand, isn't this a bit exciting?

A heartbeat that is different from the thrilling feeling of fighting on the battlefield.

And from the bottom of my heart, Buck actually felt that since he began to seek benefits for China, sooner or later, he would be under the attention of NATO and Europe and the United States. He would come early and come late this day, and he would have to deal with this kind of response. Today, he has sounded the alarm for himself.

In short, with such thoughts, and every two or three hours, the contractors would exchange watches. Buck was in a daze all night, until it was getting light and the sound outside began to become noisy. Basson also patted Buck on the shoulder: "Okay! It's almost time to set off, medical kit... Just bring your second-level equipment, you should walk more than 40 kilometers."

Buck, who had not washed his face, was not angry: "Are you professional or I? If it is an offensive task, I suggest that you have to bring my third-level medical kit with you if you find a mule..."

The mules here generally do not refer to animals, but are usually carried by humans, and they are also capable of fighting with guns.

In battles, they always had to perform their own duties. In the past, the Hammer always helped Buck do such things.

But when he walked out the door, Buck realized that it was simply too easy!

There were at least two hundred tribal militants with different outfits outside, most of whom were still fiddling with shiny rifles. It was obvious that they were transported by the group yesterday. Now, seeing the movements of the scattered people, Buck felt a little worried. Really, it was too dangerous to see a lot of novices fiddling with guns, so he chose to retreat a little and hide behind the stone wall.

Anyway, he is not the one who is the commander.

Sure enough, Basson and the elder of the tribe muttered for a while and then came out to greet the team. The four contractors were commanders of the four teams. After a few words of precautions, they started to set off. Because Basson spoke quietly and translated by the elder, Buck still knew nothing. However, when the team was starting, he really asked the four people to carry his huge medical kit separately. Buck carried the lightest first aid kit himself, and his rifle was also light, so he easily mixed with the Kurds who were similar to him, just as lazy as before, just as he used to be with his comrades. But now he was a little muttering, would he not have breakfast before setting off?

Woogh, before the Grans went to the battlefield, they would drink tea and eat cakes and other things, so comfortable.

Instead of taking the bumpy road that I came yesterday, it was a rugged path. A team of hundreds of people pulled out a long line on the path. Who are such a mob going to fight?
Chapter completed!