Chapter 1622 The Drama Cairo

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A piece of fish-belly white floated in the eastern sky, a round of red sun slowly rose from the sky, and the earth gradually brightened.

The morning sun shone through the window into the smoky office. U.S. Army Reserve Colonel Curtis Whiteford was sitting on the boss chair, his eyes were slightly squinted by the smoke, bloodshot in his eyes, and there was only a little bit of cigar left in his hand .

Looking up at the clock on the opposite wall, it was already six o'clock, and it had been an hour since Hopfin lost contact. He knew that things would be a big mess if Hopfen didn't bring anyone back to the barracks after dawn.

Curtis Whiteford knew that Lieutenant Colonel Hopfen might be in danger at this time, and none of the soldiers who went with him came back. This time, he might be completely doomed.

Whiteford snuffed out his cigar with a gloomy expression, stood up from the chair tiredly, walked to the coat mirror hanging on the wall, looked at himself in the mirror, his lips trembled a few times, and sighed softly.

Do you regret it?

So far, it's useless to say anything.

He served in the Army, National Guard and Army Reserve for more than 24 years before voluntarily serving in Iraq. When he was brought in as head of the CPA reconstruction project, he just wanted to do what he thought was right and do it as well as he could.

However, after arriving in Iraq, he never expected that he would get a big "fat job"-the director of the reconstruction fund management department of the central and southern Iraqi interim management authority of the coalition forces.

He allocated nearly half of the $125 billion Iraqi reconstruction funds. He also has the "one pen" privilege to approve reconstruction project contracts, combining the right to issue contracts for reconstruction projects and the right to allocate reconstruction funds!

The most important thing is that there is no one or institution to supervise, and no one cares where the money is used!

Soon after he took office, an American named Stodale came to his door. This guy is not a legitimate businessman, his "business" is to launder money for people.

He still clearly remembers Dell's words that bewitched him when he had dinner with him for the first time, "Brother, I really feel worthless for you, keeping the peaceful life in the United States, but coming to this hellish place to work hard, but there is only such a small salary. You don't want to Think for yourself, but also for your 8 children!"

In this way, under the temptation of Stordale, he became greedy and decided to make a fortune in the reconstruction contract.

In order for the business to go smoothly, he built a "benefit chain",

Pulling his current and former subordinates into the water, weaving a large net of interests, 50 billion US dollars were slowly cleaned up and fell into their pockets.

Everything is perfect, just wait for a safe retirement, get out of this ghost place, bring money back to the US, or find a beautiful country to spend your retirement years, but the new president came to power, and the US federal investigators began to investigate the involvement of senior US officials in Iran An investigation into the fraudulent activities of lak reconstruction funds was launched.

At first, he wasn't too worried. After all, he built the entire chain of interests very firmly, and no one in the whole group was clean. However, he never imagined that Stordale would run away in fear of being targeted by investigators.

At the beginning, Stodale was in charge of money laundering and distribution of funds. He was also responsible for the management of some big names. He knew too much. When he sent someone to silence and get back the accounts, he had already run away.

Hush——

Curtis Whiteford washed his face a few times, wiped the water stains on his face with a towel, combed his hair meticulously with a comb, adjusted his military uniform, walked to the desk, and sat down. Picking up the folder on the table and opening it, frowning, looking gloomyly at the information about Andy Smith and Liberty Eagle Security Company again.

"boom!"

"Damn freak!"

Looking at the list of equipped weapons listed in the Eagle of Liberty information, Curtis really almost vomited blood again.

Modern mercenary companies are actually closer to black-hearted security companies like Blackwater, which carefully calculate profits and losses, rather than combat legions that cultivate personal forces.

Considering the benefits obtained and the costs paid, security companies usually do not equip tanks that are expensive, fuel-intensive and slow-moving. It would be nice to be able to equip armored personnel carriers, and more often they only equip cars.

Also, security guards are contract soldiers, so there is no need to consider pensions, social security, etc. Human life is not so precious, so save as much as you can. If you have money, you will usually be equipped with light aircraft to increase the mobility of your troops, and it will be a very large company to complete certain urgent tasks with a short time limit.

But looking at the equipment of the Eagles of Liberty, TM's are simply lunatics. Not to mention that the regular army is hostile to them, even other mercenaries will be crushed into scum if they confront this group of vultures. It's really crazy!

Headache!

There is no way to get back the "things" in Iraq, let alone return to the United States. Finding a way from Andy Smith may be the only way out.

Curtis Whiteford frowned and thought, it's a pity that he doesn't know this young and shameless super-rich man, but his respectful Washington bosses should be able to help him.

It's just that he was really worried that once those greedy, shameless and ruthless politicians found out about their corruption and bribery, he would leave evidence for him. He believed that he would not need the FBI to find him. gun.

Furthermore, facing a super rich man worth tens of billions, how much can he exchange for it?

Curtis Whiteford was silent.

"Boom——"

"Sir, something has happened! The team led by Lieutenant Colonel Hopfen, who was on a mission in the early morning, clashed with the Freedom Eagle security company, and was disarmed and detained by the Freedom Eagles..."

Curtis listened to the report of his subordinates with a pale face, and his last hope was also shattered. He felt dizzy all of a sudden, breathed rapidly, leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "I know It's..."

"Sir, we..."

The visitor was about to say something anxiously, but was interrupted by Curtis waving his hand, "Go out and leave me alone."

"Crack!"

The door of the office was closed, and after Curtis opened his blank eyes for a long time, he stretched out his hand to hold the arm of the chair, sat up straight, his eyes flickered with madness. Being assassinated, those big shots don't want to wipe it out and pay nothing.

Even if you are treated as a scapegoat by them, you have to negotiate with them to get the best result, otherwise, everyone will die together!

Thinking of this, Curtis took out a black leather notebook from the drawer, and started calling the phone numbers on it one by one. . . . . .

Just as Curtis was struggling for the last time, the Baghdad U.S. military base was blown up, and the humiliating incident of U.S. troops being disarmed by mercenaries happened again, filling the entire U.S. military camp with anger and cursing.

It is enough to lose the face of the U.S. military if this kind of weird scandal happens once, but if it happens again now, it will undoubtedly damage the image of the U.S. military the most.

Half an hour later, dozens of troop carriers and armored vehicles drove out from the US military barracks, and rushed towards the Baghdad base of the Eagle of Liberty in a murderous manner.

If the two sides really misfired and started a fight, no one would be able to take advantage of it. Seeing that things were going out of control, the military immediately reported it to the supreme commander of the coalition forces stationed in Iraq.

When the top commander of the US military stationed in Iraq brought people to the base of the Liberty Eagle security company, fortunately there was no fighting, and they were in a state of confrontation all the time. The main reason was that the employees of the Liberty Eagle company were relatively calm and repeatedly warned the other party not to cross the cordon and so on.

With the arrival of the big shot, the atmosphere of the simmering conflict cooled down. As the military shouted, the closed iron gate of the base opened, and the director of the base, John Cook, came out with people. . . . . .

Washington Reagan Airport, the Boeing 747 landed on the runway, taxied slowly, and drove to the private apron. The gangway truck sped up and set up.

In the luxurious cabin, Andy rearranged the materials and photos that he had just printed out with a smile on his face, put them in the file bag, opened the seat belt, and looked at Candice, who was blinking, and the little assistant who was unhappy. Said.

"We're going to separate in a while, and I'll have someone take you to the hotel..."

Hearing this, Candice frowned slightly, but before she could say anything urgently, Andy's cell phone rang.

Andy tilted his head, shrugged, smiled helplessly and patted Candice's little hand and said, "Good boy, I have something to do."

As he said that, he answered the phone. As he thought, it was his grandfather, Old Smith.

"...Okay, Grandpa, I'll go straight there, it will take about an hour, um, let's meet and talk, okay."

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