Chapter 50 FBI Agent

The rest of the journey was smooth, except for the occasional small-scale sandstorm, without any setbacks.

The three took the driver's seat instead. Although Jiang Chen didn't have a car, he still passed the driver's license test, so he had no problem driving such a pickup.

Considering that Tikrit might have fallen into IS hands, Roberts, after discussing with Nick and Jiang Chen, decided to make a slight arc, go north along Lake Selsaar, and then take the road eastward. Myra, then proceed to Baghdad.

In short, try to avoid all combat hotspots.

The four of them stayed in the car all night.

The sound of the fighter jets gliding over made people feel a little nervous, but the shells did not fall. Obviously, the fluorescent sign still played a role.

Nick, the big Russian man, found a reason and changed positions with Jiang Chen. Roberts glanced at Jiang Chen ambiguous, lowered his voice and said to Jiang Chen's ear.

"Don't worry, we slept very hard. If you...hehe, I won't watch it." After speaking, Roberts glanced at Aisha, who was huddled in the corner of the seat, with a playful expression.

"Ball!"

Don't say that Jiang Chen didn't have that interest for the time being, even if he did, the taste would be unbearable.

For the refugees who fled for their lives, of course, there is no time to think about cleaning, and everything is given priority to survival.

Aisha also knew very well that she must be very smelly now, and her dirty face couldn't see any beauty, so she shrank in the corner of the car door in an inferiority complex, hoping that it would not arouse Jiang Chen's disgust.

In fact, although there was some smell on her body, it didn't reach the level that made Jiang Chen feel disgusted. Jiang Chen could fall asleep as if nothing had happened in the stench-filled caravan, so he naturally wouldn't care about the smell.

What's more, this Roberts, who hasn't bathed for a week, may be more stinky than her at the moment.

"I... may have a little smell on my body. But I can guarantee that after taking a bath, my body will satisfy you." Aisha bit her lip and said, for her, saying this The words almost used up all the courage in her body.

There were two whistles ahead, apparently neither Roberts nor Nick slept.

These two animals... Jiang Chen cursed secretly.

"Cough cough... No, I don't mind." Huh? I always felt something was wrong with this.

Aisha's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't see it under the dirty stain.

"Is it okay for an Islamic woman to marry a Han person? I heard that Han people believe in Confucianism." Roberts's mocking voice suddenly sounded.

She didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Chen.

"That's what you think, and we think you're all Christians. You bastard talk shit a lot more than god. Also, didn't your Chinese teacher tell you that Confucianism isn't? Religion?" Jiang Chen scolded with a smile.

Of course this is controversial.

Roberts shrugged, smiled and said, "Don't look at me like this, I still have prayers, when necessary."

Jiang Chen looked at Aisha, hesitated for a moment, and said in a serious tone: "You heard it too, I don't believe in any religion, and I don't plan to believe in any religion in the future. not to marry a heathen,

Does it matter even so? "

"It doesn't matter." Aisha shook her head, "You eradicated the devil who did evil in his name for Allah. You are my hero... Besides, without you, I might have died in humiliation. Since you saved me, then I am your private property."

Jiang Chen's Adam's apple moved slightly, looking at the calm in her eyes, and finally said nothing.

To be honest, he was a little moved.

How many men would not be interested in beauty? Single for more than 20 years, the virgin is still lost in another world...

Of course, there are those good men who keep themselves clean. It's just that Jiang Chen is very frank that he is a layman. He didn't have the material foundation in that respect before, so naturally he didn't cultivate such an elegant sentiment.

Just follow along, anyway, there will be no less meat to be followed. He has money and can afford it.

After a wash, it might be quite beautiful, after all, it is exotic. Beautiful driver and bodyguard? Just cultivate in this direction.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen felt a lot more relaxed, and he didn't have to worry about anything.

As for the two animals in front, they were already snoring loudly at this time...

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In the early morning, the three of them simply ate a few compressed biscuits, then took two sips of water to deal with the breakfast.

According to GPS, their location is very close to Baghdad. About 20 kilometers northwest of downtown Baghdad, the four were stopped by patrolling American soldiers. After a simple inspection, the soldiers did not embarrass them.

Roberts skillfully showed the green card to the squad leader on duty, and then borrowed the satellite phone on the Humvee. The guy squatted aside, made several calls in a row, and then returned the call to the American soldier on duty.

Although the behavior of these US soldiers in the local area can be said to be bad, they are still very restrained when they encounter their own citizens. After all, no one wants to receive a subpoena from their own courts. The guy from Ohio standing next to Jiang Chen also chatted with him. He seemed to regard Jiang Chen as a CTV reporter and asked if Jiang Chen could give him a close-up shot.

As for Nick, who looked like a personal bodyguard, he was leaning against the Hummer and smoking a cigarette.

Aisha huddled in the car, even though it was as hot as a steamer. From her distrustful eyes, you can see how bad the reputation of these American soldiers is in this area.

Soon, a dark shadow appeared in the distance.

It was a bird helicopter, and on it, Jiang Chen also saw a familiar face.

The violent airflow brought by the propeller swept the sand on the ground around, blowing dust on everyone's faces. When the bird stopped, the man sitting on the side unbuckled his seat belt and jumped from it.

"Bruce, haha, my old buddy, we meet again." Roberts greeted him jokingly and hugged the mercenary in combat uniform.

"Shit, why are you so stinky. It seems you've been doing badly lately?" Bruce patted Roberts on the back, then immediately pushed him aside in disgust.

"Cough, I've been a bit miserable recently, but it's all in the past." Roberts patted the dust on his body, revealing his mouth full of white teeth.

"I don't think things will be resolved so quickly, Mr. Roberts, and it's nice to see us again."

Another middle-aged man came down from the helicopter. The man had an aquiline nose and glanced at Jiang Chen with a very sharp gaze. This made Jiang Chen feel a little uncomfortable, but he just frowned and didn't say anything.

"Ahem, Mr. Lawrence, it's a pleasure to meet you." Roberts smiled awkwardly and reached out to meet you.

"It looks like you escaped." Lawrence shrugged and said casually.

Bruce walked over to Jiang Chen and said hello to Jiang Chen.

"That guy Roberts, I didn't expect you to help him." Bruce smiled wryly, then took the cigarette that Jiang Chen handed over.

"Who is that person? This kid Roberts seems to be very afraid of him." Jiang Chen laughed while spitting out a ring of smoke.

"Lawrence Alden, FBI agent."

"Please don't divulge my personal information to unrelated foreigners, Mr. Bruce, or I will have to question Blackwater International about the quality of your work." Lawrence overheard the conversation and threw Roberts aside. , walked towards Jiang Chen and the others.

Bruce rolled his eyes at Jiang Chen with his back to him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "In short, he is such a difficult guy to get along with."

Jiang Chen watched Lawrence walk in front of him, and was stared at by those uncomfortable eyes for a long time before Lawrence opened his mouth slowly.

"Are you representing your country? Or an individual?"

"Roberts and I are just business friends." Jiang Chen said lightly.

"Then I wish you a prosperous business, and I hope you don't mind your own business." Lawrence didn't want to avoid Roberts at all, glanced at him, and said directly to Jiang Chen.

"Cough, don't do this, man." Roberts rolled his eyes and spread his hands. "Maybe we can talk?"

"I'm not interested in the conflict between you, maybe you can discuss it privately?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Negotiate?" Lawrence spread his hands and smiled at Roberts, "How are you going to discuss, 400 tons of crude oil from Iran, do you think the money has gone crazy?"

"Isn't there no evidence for this?" Roberts smiled nonchalantly, then put a hand on Lawrence's shoulder, "Man, we can make a deal."

"Oh? You might as well talk about it." Lawrence snorted noncommittally, but did not open Roberts' hand.

"In order to prevent this special situation from happening, when I do business in sensitive areas, I usually do a little bit of manipulation in the arms I sell. For example, the bullet powder at the bottom of a certain press box is empty and is loaded with GPS signals. This batch of Where the arms will be transported, you can use your imagination." A slyness flashed on Roberts' face.

Lawrence's expression changed.

"thing."

"Here," Roberts grinned and threw a smartphone into Lawrence's hand. "Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence, the future head of Secret Service. That's a great achievement."

"Your cleverness saved your life, I'll let it go." Lawrence gave Roberts a meaningful look, then put the phone in his purse, and rushed to the bird helicopter, "Bruce, we Let's go, we have to hurry back to the aircraft carrier."

"Okay, boss." Bruce responded, shrugged his shoulders at Jiang Chen, and followed.

"And that Button! I need to have a good chat with him." Roberts shouted to the flying bird.

"as you like!"

The so-called witness protection plan is just a verbal promise. Whether it is fulfilled or not is just a word from Lawrence.

"Have you reached an agreement?" Jiang Chen walked over to Roberts and said casually.

"That's right. With the guidance of GPS, a Tomahawk missile can send those bastards into the sky. Tsk tsk, I'm afraid those natives are busy moving the guns into the arsenal. Shit, this is a great achievement." Roberts He smiled happily, and then crossed his shoulders with Jiang Chen, "Whether these politicians are full of shit, let's go to Baghdad for a drink, I'll treat you."

"Your nerves are really big." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

"It's been like this for a long time, maybe it's time for me to think about industrial transformation." Roberts shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Iran's crude oil business can't be done, and I have to go to Saudi Arabia, that shell. The company has to shut down as soon as possible.”

The three returned to the pickup, and after saying goodbye to the American soldiers on duty, Roberts sat in the driver's seat and started the car, and drove towards the direction of downtown Baghdad.

"Any clues?" Jiang Chen said casually.

"A little bit... That's right! Movies! Haha, the status of a Hollywood producer is good. Next time you come to Los Angeles to find me, I will arrange for you to play with some Hollywood chicks." Roberts said with a smile .

"Hollywood star, can you play?" Jiang Chen glanced at Roberts with a smile.

With his hands on the wheel, Roberts grinned and said, "Los Angeles is a dreamy place. As long as you're a producer, those blond chicks who fantasize about overnight fame are going to pout their butts and beg you to fuck. It's a damn dream, it's real. His mother's was amazing..."

"It seems that the entertainment industry in any country is the same." Jiang Chen smiled and suddenly remembered that Liu Yao.

A playful smile flashed across his face.

Would you like to play as a producer soon? It's just a matter of throwing money anyway.