Lars sat in the armored vehicle, feeling utterly exhausted, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, considering how to handle the upcoming negotiations.
This ti was really a poor start.
On the very first day they arrived at the oil field, two workers were injured and had to be airlifted to Kuwait for ergency treatnt.
For Wood Company, this was a significant loss.
Mr. Wood was very unhappy.
So this issue had to be resolved imdiately.
The oil field area was the most difficult to defend, especially in the Gobi Desert region in the northern part of Illiguo.
If there had been enough ti, defensive fortifications could have been constructed around the oil fields, but there wasn't enough ti.
Half a month later, if things continued as they were, the security contract would certainly be lost.
What really annoyed him was that Hassan Oil Field had also been attacked last night, but miraculously, there were no injuries.
How could that be possible!
He was frustrated and powerless.
It was unbearable that a re "Musician" Defense, established only a few days ago, was outperforming his own team affiliated with Blackwater International.
Because of this, he had been severely reprimanded over the phone by Blackwater Company's security manager in Baghdad, who warned that if things continued this way, he would have his team roll up their bedding and get kicked back to Britain.
That manager was not joking; with Blackwater International's capabilities, making him unable to secure any security contract in Baghdad thereafter would be effortless.
Even through the phone, Lars could feel the manager's fury; in a brief five-minute conversation, the man had used "idiot" and "pig-headed" more than a dozen tis to express his anger.
Fortunately, Lars had thought of a plan that would kill two birds with one stone.
He shared his plan with the manager, asking for assistance.
The plan involved using Blackwater International's connections to reach out to the Kurd Ard, negotiate with them, and request that the Kurd group and its associated ard organizations refrain from troubling his oil fields unprovoked.
The price would be to provide the Kurd Group with a batch of inexpensive weapons through company channels, thus strengthening their forces.
As for arms dealing, Blackwater was capable of it.
A large international defense company had to purchase a large quantity of weapons, and by acquiring them in large volus, they could sell them to the Kurd Ard under the guise of attrition.
No ard organization dislikes firearms, especially ones that are high quality and low cost.
The Kurd Ard were indeed tempted.
After all, they didn't dare truly occupy the oil fields and steal oil for resale; doing so would an opposing the provisional governnt and Country M behind it.
This was also why the Kurd Ard did not want to attack the oil fields directly but rather sent their underlings to cause trouble.
Frankly, it was all to accumulate chips for a future share in the oil field profits from the provisional governnt.
Now, with Blackwater willing to provide a batch of firearms, the Kurds just needed to temporarily leave the oil fields alone. Once Blackwater secured the two oil field contracts from Wood Company, everyone would be happy, a WIN-WIN situation!
The eting location for tonight was set near the border, about forty kiloters towards the direction of Turkey.
The Kurd Ard sent a representative nad Leiduo, while the Freedom Alliance was represented by a deputy leader nad Jalari.
At that ti, both parties would et face-to-face, discuss a gentlen's agreent, and handle subsequent matters according to the agreent.
Actually, Lars knew that the Kurd people were unreliable.
Today they might agree, but in so ti, they might renege.
But tonight's most important task was not to achieve a non-interference agreent with the Kurd Ard.
He had another purpose.
This purpose was to have the Kurd people help drive away the rcenaries at Hassan Oil Field.
As long as Song Heping and his company's personnel were attacked multiple tis within this half-month, affecting the construction progress, Wood Energy Company would certainly take back the security contract from Hassan Oil Field and send them packing.
As such, barring unforeseen circumstances, the Hassan Oil Field security contract would also end up in Blackwater International's pocket.
Calculating this, Lars knew that Blackwater would definitely not lose out and would surely agree to his sordid idea.
Sure enough, the manager also agreed with his idea after hearing it.
However, it was ultimately a dishonorable affair.
Towards the end of the call, the manager just humd and said, "Lars, do what you need to do. The head office is not aware of your actions."
Heh heh.
Is it just about saving face?
Lars had nothing but disdain for Blackwater International.
Like his masters from Country M, he preferred to play the hypocrite while maintaining an appearance of virtue.
He didn't know how long it had been when Lars, in a semi-conscious state, felt the car stop.
He alertly opened his eyes.
Outside the car window was darkness, he pulled down the night vision goggles attached to his helt.
This was an abandoned building in the middle of a desert.
In the desert, it was common to see these kinds of old stone houses usually located near a water source.
They were usually built by caravans, with a long history, intended to offer travelers a temporary rest stop.
His subordinate ca over to open the car door, and Lars got out.
"Haven't they arrived yet?"
He looked down at his watch.
It was almost ti.
Just five minutes away from the appointed ti.
"No sign of them yet."
"First survey the surroundings, set up a periter."
"Right away, boss."
That subordinate waved his hand and took a few n to scout the area.
Lars scanned the surroundings.
It was all gravel and rocks.
About six hundred ters away was a sand dune, difficult to see clearly due to the distance.
As he turned his head away from the sand dune, just at the slope beside the dune under a pile of sand, a pair of hawk-like sharp eyes revealed a murderous intent, the fingers gently twisted a few knobs on the scope, adjusting the magnification.
"Damn, I've spotted Lars."
Hunter Guy pressed the talk button on his radio, notifying Song Heping who was far away in the Hassan Oil Field over the channel.
"Do you see any of the Kurds?"
"Not yet, they haven't shown up."
The Hunter's attention was suddenly drawn to an approaching off-road vehicle.
"I can't talk anymore, they've started their surveillance patrol."
After speaking, he gently relaxed his body, lying prone on the ground, lowered his breathing rate, making himself as silent as a rock.
The off-road vehicle ca slowly and stopped right in front of the sand dune.
Several "Mad Dog" rcenaries exited the vehicle, one of the leaders staring at the dune for a while, turned to his subordinate and said, "Thom, go up and check it out, that spot is perfect for a sniper position..."
While speaking, he also turned to glance in Lars's direction.
The Hunter, covered in a self-made desert ghillie suit on the sand dune, heard footsteps coming from the sandy surface.
It was the sound of military boots crunching on the gravel.
The sound grew closer, climbing up from the other side of the dune, and slowly approaching his side.
Obviously, he was coming towards him.
There was no escape now.
The restless "Mad Dog" rcenary squad mber walked while shaking off the sand from his boots.
These West Sands and small stones were really annoying. Although the boots were designed to prevent sand from entering, every ti he returned from a mission, so sand and small stones would still end up inside his boots, making the soles of his feet very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, he felt like he had stepped on sothing; there was sothing hard in the sand...
"What's this..."
He suspiciously bent down to take a look, furrowing his brow.
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