Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375

Joe Ga had never met Garci, but he trusted Gami, and most importantly, he had confidence in his own team...

Driving into such an unfavorable environment, Joe Ga wasn't particularly nervous, because apart from the two observation points in the distance, the Talus drones did not detect any other dangerous signals.

The call was connected quickly, and Garci's voice on the other end sounded a bit fatigued...

"Hello, Mr. Hu Lang..."

Joe Ga tilted his head, looking through the driver's cabin glass at a few observation points worth millions, and said, "I've reached your location. Are the two surveillance points on the west side arranged by you?"

Garci on the other end paused, then checked with the people around him and said, "They're arranged by our people, but one's a visible post and one's a hidden post...

Wait a moment, I'll send someone down to meet you!"

Joe Ga shook his head slightly and said, "No need, have your people stay put, we'll go in ourselves..."

Saying this, Joe Ga patted Dorian on the arm, then pressed the radio and said, "King Kong, Rhino, Medic Bird stay in the car on alert, Elephant, Ronnie come with me..."

Dorian parked the car at the entrance of a dilapidated building, then tore open his robe to reveal the tactical vest underneath.

Joe Ga, seeing Ronnie in the back seat make the same choice, also helped Dorian with a tactical backpack. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to forgo the automatic rifle, checked two pistols briefly, and then, escorted by Dorian and Ronnie, got out of the car and entered the building.

The building was an early city center apartment in Baghdad, essentially a 4-story block with a wall; if not for the distinctly Middle Eastern style of the worn-out decorations, it would be no different from the old enterprise residential buildings in China during the 80s.

Upon entering, Joe Ga and his team saw several Eastern Europeans standing in the courtyard, dressed in civilian clothes and tactical vests, with their guns slung across their backs. Seeing Dorian and Ronnie slightly tense, they lifted their hands to indicate they weren't enemies...

Joe Ga had dealt with too many soldiers, and sometimes he could roughly judge the quality of soldiers with just a glance...

"These guys look decent..."

Ronnie's eyes swept over a few of the burly Eastern Europeans, and while following Boss Qiao upstairs, he said, "They're UKL people, Golden Eagle Special Forces!

These guys were likely kicked out due to the conflict between the UKL government forces and the Russians, they should all be skilled."

On hearing this, Joe Ga curiously glanced at the soldiers again, noticing they were also watching him with curiosity...

Their gaze was a bit strange, but Joe Ga didn't sense any malice, instead, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

However, this wasn't the time for inquiries, Joe Ga quickened his pace and soon reached the third floor of the block, quickly finding Garci's room with the guidance of a soldier...

Inside the room were two old men and a middle-aged burly man with a gaunt face wearing a tactical vest...

Seeing a handsome old man dressed like Indiana Jones extending a hand towards him, Joe Ga realized this must be Garci...

Just as he was about to greet him, the sound of a toilet flushing came, followed by a commotion from the bathroom. A few seconds later, a stout bald old man, tugging his pants, pushed the door open...

Seeing the sudden appearance of Boss Qiao and his team, the bald man looked them up and down, grinned, and extended his hand towards Boss Qiao, saying, "Hello, Boss, I'm Sergey Arsovov, the leader of the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps..."

Joe Ga paused for a moment, then curiously asked, "Do we know each other?"

Sergey humorously twitched his booze-reddened nose, then pulled out a metal flask from his waist, took a sip, and said, "We've been working south of the Safety Zone at the base for the past year.

Unfortunately, Jackal Wolf is stubborn and wouldn't write us a recommendation letter; otherwise, our Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps might have been a part of P.B. long ago."

Sergey glanced sideways at the handsome Garci with a grin on his face, saying, "But we've taken quite a few jobs in Syria and have done well, so we've seen some progress in work lately...

These Cold War era fossils extended us an invitation!

We accepted the job because Mr. Chris is a friend of yours..."

Sergey looked to be over sixty, still with a slightly frivolous tone, but Joe Ga didn't mind his attitude.

Since knowing his identity, anyone still daring to speak this way was either genuinely capable or a fool with a muddled mind.

The old man struck right to the point that Garci was a Cold War veteran, indirectly revealing his background.

During the Cold War, intelligence work, whether he was UKL or Russian, he was likely from the KGB.

If the old man was KGB, his attitude made sense!

Joe Ga still didn't know which country's retired agent Garci was, but Chris said he was of Irish descent, so likely served the British Intelligence Service as Garci's father.

Sergey's display of disrespect towards Garci was understandable. Back then, the British Intelligence Service was so infiltrated by the KGB that they did foolish things fit for a joke book.

The only thing that surprised Joe Ga was that this so-called Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps turned out to be a secondary supplier for P.B.

Joe Ga moved Jackal Wolf from America to Syria to guard a military base taken over from the Americans, facilitating support for the Safety Zone.

He never intended to develop that base into a permanent property, so Jackal Wolf wouldn't recruit too many full-time employees.

There are now only 50 formally recruited employees at that base, along with 150 soldiers transferred from Sangha Town.

The majority of the formal staff there have been exchanged from Russia by the 'Jackal', with most being semaphore operators and soldiers from a certain army brigade.

Because there is a large number of Bradley Fighting Vehicles and a dozen cannons at the base, the demand for special forces is actually not very high.

So when faced with troublesome situations not suitable for a large company to handle, it naturally requires some extra manpower.

P.B's bases, whether large or small, have one thing in common, which is that logistics are directly managed by the headquarters.

It's not just the impressive weapon supplies that are significant, but also most crucially competitive is that each base has an old sergeant leading a team of cooks, including Xiao Hei, to handle the base's meals.

The Jackal uses this aspect to attract a large number of mercenaries to lodge temporarily, not only supplementing the base's expenditures but also in fact increasing the available number of people at the base.

These mercenaries making a living in Syria are not expensive. When trouble arises, a call can have them bring their own weapons to fight, saving both money and convenience.

Understanding the origin of this so-called Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps, Joe Ga understood why those soldiers earlier had looked at him strangely. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by Nove1Fire.net

Mercenaries in this world, unless they are from the top echelons, or employees of major national groups, or have their own career aspirations...

Other mercenaries, if they had mixed through P.B's bases, find it difficult not to aspire to P.B, especially those soldiers from economically challenged countries.

Stable jobs, comprehensive benefits, and even astonishingly generous compensation packages greatly attract the elite from small countries.

Unfortunately, P.B's level 10 threshold is too high, and the recruitment opportunities are not frequent, making these elites somewhat reluctant to join P.B with the salary of a level 5 standard soldier, so it got delayed.

Having figured out the origins of the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps, Joe Ga tilted his head and asked Dorian to call Jackal to verify...

And then he no longer paid attention to the familiar Sergey but nodded slightly toward the long-faced middle-aged man who was evidently the leader of the soldiers, before shaking hands with the always calm Garci...

"Hello Mr. Garci, I'm a friend of Chris's, my name is Hu Lang.

May I, albeit bluntly, ask if Chris's company doesn't have its own armed personnel?"

Upon hearing this, Garci turned and pointed to another old man, saying, "This is Puyol, the security chief of Chris's intelligence company.

We also have a 4-man team, but two of them went to the hotel, and the other two went south to Saravat City to trace Chris's whereabouts...

Well, we're an intelligence company and didn't see the need to invest too much in this aspect, but now I'm somewhat regretting it...

In fact, I should have realized earlier that Chris's thriftiness in this area would lead to the current problem."

Joe Ga shook hands with the short and stout old man with clear Spanish heritage, Puyol, then nodded slightly and said, "You all seem very experienced, but I am here to hear if you have any good suggestions and intelligence.

Forgive me for being blunt, your action team and the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps should be quite excellent, but this number of people is not enough to handle the enemies we are about to face.

I understand your concern for Chris, but please trust me, Chris is my friend and important partner, and I won't let him meet with misfortune.

Under the current circumstances, you need to let me take the lead!"

Garci nodded calmly and said, "No problem, please sit down..."

Saying this, Garci invited Joe Ga to sit on a worn-out sofa and took out a stack of documents, which were densely annotated with an old era's aura...

"Sir, these are the frames we captured from the hotel surveillance room where Chris was kidnapped. I've marked suspicious individuals on them.

Then I found something peculiar..."

Joe Ga flipped through the printed surveillance screenshots, each marked in red pen with suspicious individuals, and next to them were handwritten notes detailing the individuals' height, weight, and appearance features.

The last few were traffic photos marked with suspicious vehicles...

This meticulous old Garci even marked the vehicle models, approximate years, and features of the vehicles.

Within just under 36 hours, Garci did many seemingly trivial but incredibly useful things when put together in Joe Ga's view...

They had even roughly judged Chris's location in Saravat City, south of Baghdad, based on the direction of the vehicles' movement.

Whether Garci's judgment of the enemy's movements is accurate, Joe Ga wasn't sure, but a few of the suspicious individuals marked in the surveillance coincided with personnel intelligence given to him by Soleimani.

This means that the old man had precisely pinpointed the target and had already begun taking action.

After flipping through the documents, Joe Ga took out a tablet computer, pulled up the dossier on the 15-man action team given to him by Soleimani, and pushed the computer to Garci...

"I also have some intelligence sources; these 15 individuals should be the ones involved in the kidnapping of Chris.

Now, the only problem for us is how to find them..."