Chapter 756： : The middleman earns the difference

In Grozny, a square.

Cheers came and went, and screams resounded through the clouds, and a group of people gathered together, watching the excitement with great interest.

A dark gray pickup truck was dragging a person behind it, driving on the ground at a speed of more than 20 yards. The person on the ground was covered in blood and could not be seen, but the military uniform and the rank of lieutenant colonel on it were very bright At present, the person being dragged is the political commissar of the 228th Motorized Rifle Regiment, Zangverev.

This Frunze Military Academy used to be a top student.

The scorching sun was very strong today, Zangwillev was still alive, he felt dizzy, even depressed, and wanted to commit suicide, his chest heaved slightly, and he tried to open his eyes. It hurt like a tear, just opened a slit, and vaguely saw a figure standing beside it.

The other party slowly squatted down, and Zangwillev saw the other party clearly at once.

Dudayev!

He couldn't forget this stinky face, and he often used his photo to practice darts in the barracks.

"Traitor!" Zangwillev still had a lot of backbone, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He flew over with a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva, and sprayed the opponent's body, all over his face.

Dudayev squinted, and the guard next to him punched and kicked Zangwillev. He hurriedly looked for a tissue. He stood up, took a piece of paper from his pocket, and wiped the blood on his face. , his face was still very calm, he just said two words, "Continue."

The driver of the pickup truck slammed the accelerator, and smoke began to be emitted from the exhaust pipe, dragging Zangwierev back up again, and the latter screamed in horror.

As for the other captives, Dudayev used them as capital to show off. He even asked reporters to film them and publish them on the news media.

Mark Lee happened to see the photos in the newspaper. Those school officials were tortured to the point of losing their shape. He put down the newspaper and shook his head. Is the **** going to a decisive battle with him?" The cigarette ash in his hand fell on the leather shoes without paying attention, he said while dusting.

Only when you are strong can others be submissive.

It seems that Mao Zi's strength has long been seen through, and the tears of poverty even made them reluctant to bring better deterrent weapons to the front line.

Therefore, Dudayev can be made unscrupulous.

"The reason why they didn't kill these people is that maybe the Chechens want more." A middle-aged white man sitting beside said with a frown. The partner in the company's discipline inspection department cooperates very well. Whenever he asks for someone, the boss agrees.

Mark Lee felt that what he said made sense. Only benefits can make people control their desires.

Just when he was about to speak, the landline on the table rang. The deputy looked at the boss, then walked over and picked it up, "Hi, hello."

"Boss, I'm looking for you." The deputy pointed to the microphone with gestures, which meant that he didn't speak. If Mark Lee didn't want to talk, he could say that he was not there.

Mark Lee went over and answered the phone. Who is looking for him at this time?

"Hi, I'm Mark."

"Mr. Mark, good afternoon, I am the Northern Group Command, and my name is Harold Roff." The voice on the other side was very low, and the mood was not high.

What are these **** looking for?

Soon Mark Lee found out that the Northern Cluster Command hoped to use the Savior Company as an intermediary to redeem those captives. To protest.

Harold Roff wished that all these people were dead, and the headquarters could apply for honors for them.

You half-dead are just adding to the chaos.

And the headquarters was too embarrassed to come directly to the door. Damn, several of our colleagues were killed by you, and now someone is captured again, all senior officers, and they lick their faces. Isn't this embarrassing?

"We know that Dudayev has a very good relationship with your company." Haroldrov tried to be tactful. If it were someone else, he might have said directly that you **** are mixing with those idiots. .

Mark Lee pondered for a moment, and felt that this matter was not very difficult. Dudayev did not kill the captives, which meant that he was doing it for profit. Didn't he have the final say on the oil and water in his middleman?

"Of course, our company is happy to do something for these combat heroes." Mark Lee said beautifully, not in a joking tone, but said that the captives are also heroes, which instantly made Harold Roff's favor for him soar A lot, thanked him, and invited him for a post-war drink, in a personal capacity.

Mark Lee answered, hung up the landline, pushed it into the table, leaned against the edge of the table, and said to his deputy, "Business is coming, Maozi asked us to bring back those captives, you go ask the Chechens , what conditions do they need."

The deputy nodded, took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and pressed half of the cigarette in the ashtray. He went out to contact the Chechens. Mark Lee took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, put it on his tongue, and chewed slowly That's his little hobby, he likes to eat chocolate when he encounters something.

After receiving the call from the savior, the Chechen side quickly notified Dudayev, but the latter did not expect that Mao Zi came to the door through a middleman.

But this does not prevent him from shouting outrageous prices.

$5 million per person!

The deputy on the other end of the phone almost yelled, what the **** are you kidding, with this money, it is better to build a golden coffin, and you can have face even if you die.

The deputy couldn't handle it, so he could only ask Mark Lee to come in person.

"Mr. Dudayev, I think it's a total loss for you to put those trash over there and take care of them to eat. If you ask the price too high and scare the Russians away, I'm afraid that by then, you You can only rot them in your hands."

He was called a hero just now, but now he is called a waste. Sure enough, a man's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

What he said is very reasonable, there is only one buyer of this "goods", who else will spend money? This price is definitely impossible for Maozi to agree to.

Dudayev was just playing lip service, and he actually regretted it after he finished his grunt, but for a person who wants to save face, if he regrets it, he will have to let the buyer pay the price himself.

"Do you want cash or weapons?" Mark Levin.

Dudayev opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "How much price do you offer?"

"Cash, 200,000 US dollars per person, and 500,000 US dollars per person for weapons and ammunition."

"The price is too low!" Dudayev said very dissatisfied, and Mark Lee retorted, "Sir, if it is cash, the money is enough to buy a large manor in London, and if it is used as a weapon, at least it can Arm a regiment! Not a lot, if you don’t agree, I think, I can’t help it, no matter how big the request is, I can only apply to the boss, but the boss probably won’t care about this, the money doesn’t interest him much. "

Of course, Boss Tang doesn't care about the money, but Mark Li does. He wants to create profits for the company. No matter how small this mosquito is, it's still meat.

Dudayev thinks it makes sense, but it's not worthwhile to simply send them away. He has to make some fuss about these people.

"I accept, but the prisoners will be handed over after three days."

Mark Lee didn't care about these things, and now he was thinking about how to reply to the Russians.

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