MTL - From Arms Dealer To King of War-Chapter 627 coveted by oligarchs

  Chapter 627 Coveted by Oligarchs

  The sudden war made Choga a little angry...

  He was well prepared, but being in such a hurry still made him very uncomfortable.

  Isis’s sudden action is definitely not without reason. Without accurate information, it is easy to hit a wall if you go head-on.

   But the arrow is on the line, and it has to be done when it should be done. Choga called Aaron at night and asked him to meet in Baghdad.

  The main duty of P·B to go to Iraq this time is not to fight the war, but he needs sufficient intelligence in order to spend the 800 million US dollars more efficiently.

   Those giant companies can pull out thousands of soldiers at any time. Once they are arranged in the wrong place, the money will be wasted.

  Chris's intelligence network has penetrated deep into Iraq, but Choga trusts Aaron more.

   It is also in Aaron's interest to beat Isis disabled. This guy will not have any psychological barriers to sell Isis.

  But the call from Ryallon poured cold water on Qiao Jia, telling him that an Azerbaijani arms dealer had provided Isis in Syria with a batch of weapons and ammunition, and those weapons had flowed into Mosul.

  Combined with the sudden outbreak of war, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a game to get P·B over and eat it.

   Qiaojia feels that P·B is not yet worthy of being targeted, but the reality is there.

  Tobruk has just stabilized, and many things have not yet been integrated. Originally, the Iraqi side could delay for a while, but now the terrorist attack of ISIS has caused Choga to enter the field...

   No matter how he looked at it, Qiaojia felt that someone was targeting him!

  Combining the information provided by Haftar and Aaron, Choja vaguely felt that the target of the other party was Libya instead of Iraq...

  Because there are too many interests involved in Iraq, whoever takes the lead at this time will be smashed by the big brothers.

  Tubrugge is different. The United States, Britain, and France have all withdrawn, leaving only P·B to support it. Now that Al Qaeda is watching closely next door, there are many loopholes to exploit here.

  If the P·Bs who stay here do not have good organizational skills, once they encounter unexpected situations, it is likely to affect the docks and refineries.

  After hanging up the phone, Choga locked himself in a dark room, muttering to himself, "People from Great Russia? Oligarchs? Have I offended them?"

  P·B and Tobruk's key figures waited in the meeting room for nearly two hours before Boss Joe came to attend the meeting.

   Everyone didn't know why Boss Qiao's face was so solemn. When Boss Qiao expressed his conjectures and concerns, everyone subconsciously entered a state of combat readiness.

  Tobruk, as the biggest profit point outside of P·B China-Africa, must not be lost!

  In Iraq, there is Chris, the intelligence broker, and Thompson, the intelligence officer, does not need to go there. He will stay in Tobruk to help deal with all kinds of messy things.

   As the commander, Zahovich must adjust the level of combat readiness to the highest level. Even if Tobruk is lost, it doesn’t matter. There must be no problems with the docks and refineries.

  As the representative of the local people, Hassan needs to expand the frontline of law and order and not let go of any suspicious places.

  Old Chen who participated in the meeting was terrified...

The oil refinery in Tobruk is in the resumption stage, and a large number of workers have just come to resettle them. Once the investment of several million dollars is in vain, he, the person in charge, will die. If someone dies, he might Will carry thunder.

   Then Lao Chen called back to China with a call for help, and soon a three-man command team and a 12-man team entered Libya through the Egyptian border and rushed to Tobruk.

  Choga met the 15 newcomers the next morning, and then he realized that these were the people the old rabbits had arranged for, and they were already on standby in Egypt.

  Choga met with them and assigned their three-man command team to Zahovich. The other twelve soldiers with cold eyes simply arranged to go to the dormitory of the oil refinery to be responsible for the security there.

  The three-person command team, two men and one woman, is code-named 'rooster', 'hen' and 'three yellow chickens'.

  Before they came, they were told by the big boss, and they made a lot of assumptions about the situation in Tobruk and the way of getting along with P·B, but the facts made them a little confused...

  The complexity of the composition of the P·B Tobruk Command made them feel unbelievable...

  In the information, Zahovic is the gilded major of Serbia, but at the moment he is acting like the backbone of P·B, as if he is willing to go through fire and water for P·B at any time.

  The seemingly advanced electronic equipment in the headquarters was left by the American and French teams. Half of the personnel are Serbian officers, and the other half are in charge of technology. The CIA of the United States.

  Although it is said to be a resigned intelligence agent, Forrester, the head of CIA's Afika, is sitting there.

  People didn’t hide it, Forrester used CIA resources openly to integrate the information obtained with P·B’s information, and then everyone got what they needed.

  An agent named "Fly" in Francian, dragging a wounded leg to work with a disease, insisted on getting a desk in P·B's headquarters, and he looked as if he was ready to change jobs at any time.

   A guy named Thompson, code-named 'Carrier Pigeon', looks like an old man in the community who is still insisting on going through 996 for many years, but he is the actual manager of the headquarters.

  Seeing that Thompson generously used the CIA computer to search for information, and the French agent "Fly" pushed a wheelchair and sat beside him to express his opinions. This situation made it difficult for the three command team members.

  However, they are all highly intelligent people who have undergone strict training. After realizing that no one cares about them at all, they naturally lowered their posture and joined them as assistants.

  If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have imagined that half of the work of the famous CIA is typing a payment report.

  An information full of words such as possible and probable will be followed by a request for payment report with a high probability. The content is to buy someone or develop someone into an informant to obtain accurate information.

   It is the first time that the rooster, hen, and three yellow chickens have seen the extent of "private use of public utensils".

  People from all the Libyan intelligence stations in France, as well as spies from the British Military Intelligence Department would come to visit from time to time, and then everyone would go out with their own intelligence funds to eat Hesse, and then the two sides exchanged valuable information and then went home to do business.

  The people in the command team of the Three Chickens could never have imagined that the person in charge of the CIA Afika intelligence station was Boss Joe.

  Half of the **** of Isha, the field chief of the British Military Intelligence Service, belongs to Boss Joe.

  Don’t mention the ‘fly’ in France. This guy carried a big thunder in Monaco. In order to appease him, the head of their security department transferred him to Afica to become the head of the intelligence station.

  A newcomer reports that if he wants to achieve results, he naturally needs to find a thigh hug. Tobruk’s P·B is a ready-made thigh, because there are many colleagues here to communicate with.

  At this stage, everyone's main goal is to target al-Qaeda. After communicating with each other, it is easy to complete the KPI.

  The various intelligence funds they apply for will be drawn by Thompson at 20% as a price for providing communication venues and protection.

   As the leader of the Intelligence Bureau, Thompson knows how the intelligence work works.

  In any place, 'buying' is always the best and most mainstream method.

   It’s just that he wants to burn Boss Qiao’s money by himself, and he pulls the intelligence agencies of the United States, Britain and France to do it together, and what he burns is the money of the Wuchang brothers.

  People don't care about this, because what they want is grades, what they want is results!

  After the 'rooster' among the three chickens saw the extravagance of the CIA, he squeezed the hundreds of thousands of funding cards in his pocket, and shook his head depressingly...

  Then the guy put a smile on his face again, took the initiative to take out the good tea brought from his hometown, distributed it to everyone, and then pulled Zahović to make friends...

  My task is not intelligence work, so don’t feel uncomfortable looking for it.

  But Thompson will not let them idle, he will 'make the best use of everything' according to the boss' request.

  'Rooster' has become a rookie observer. He needs to supervise and record the rookie's training and exercise results, and will later become Thompson's assistant, responsible for handling P·B's internal task assignments.

  'Hen' and 'Three Yellow Chickens' have become Tobruk's logistics officers. They need to register all the remaining ammunition materials, and then reorganize and integrate them to bring out the efficiency of those things.

   In the past, P·B lacked such people. Now that free labor is delivered to your door, you have to use it to your death, and you have to say thank you when you run out.

  …………

  Eastern European Azerbaijan!

   Harold is sitting in the living room of a luxury villa...

This guy was tossed by Boss Joe, and now he still has a plaster cast on one leg, and six out of ten fingers are broken. Now only the thumb and index finger of both hands can be used, and the other fingers are all tied with splints. How miserable is he? awful.

   And sitting opposite him is Sergey Plotosan of Novatek Group, a large Russian independent energy company.

   Seeing Sergey looking at the phone in his hand, Harold shook his head slightly and said, "Don't look, as long as the jackal doesn't die, you will never get your hands on Tobruk.

   It's time for you to make up your mind. Iraq and Isis have declared war. According to my information, Jackal is the key person who must be there.

  After he completed his preparations in Baghdad, he will definitely go to Gaiyala, south of Mosul, to establish a logistics base.

  I can provide detailed information. As long as you can complete the interception on the road, with the influence of Great Russia on the National Army, you can replace the Jackal to control Tobruk.

  The situation there has basically been settled. The Chinese people have led the resumption of the refinery. Once the jackal dies, you can also talk to them. "

  Sergey looked at Harold vigilantly, and said, "Why am I doing everything? You have detailed information, why don't you act yourself?

   I know you have ties to some military contracting companies in the United States, why not just let them act?

   It's just killing one person, you can't do it? "

   Harold listened, pointed to his injured leg, and said: "I really can't do it, I can get some people to provide me with information, but I can't get them to help me.

  Once I make this request, they might betray me in turn. "

While talking, Harold looked at the solemn expression on Sergey's face, and said with a smile: "You influence Russian Airlines to stop them from delivering goods to P·B, and then find someone to provide Isis with weapons. The Jackal creates obstacles to get him to negotiate with you?

   Dude, look what happened to me, you are already the enemy of the jackal, is it too late for you to quit now?

  Man, we're in one boat, and as long as the jackal dies, you get what you want.

  Do you know how much money Tobruk can make a day now? "

  ………

   While Harold was talking to Sergey, far away on a mountain outside the luxury villa...

  'Iceman' put away the binoculars, picked up the radio and said: "Jack, the villa's defenses are too tight, and I can't find a suitable shooting angle.

  Retreat, let's find another opportunity..."

   Saying 'Iceman' picked up the phone and sent a message...

  (end of this chapter)