Big Deal

There was a garrison stationed in Mosul, so there were not many armed forces active nearby.

It took Eric and the others less than a week to clear out the bases listed in Hunter's files.

Ever since Melvin had been injured, every member of the team had been especially cautious.

They seized plenty of weapons and ammunition, and rescued quite a few hostages as well.

The hostages could not offer much help, so they could only arrange for them to be sent to Mosul as best they could.

In five Off-road Vehicles heading south, Eric hung up the phone with a conflicted expression.

"Guys, there's a big deal."

Melvin, in the front passenger seat, moved his fully healed arm. "Captain, is the background troublesome, or the region?"

"Both."

Hunt, who was driving, hurriedly tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "More troublesome than terrorists?"

"Last December's Yemen hotel bombing and this February's World Trade Center bombing were both their doing."

"Hiss—" Melvin pressed a hand to his shoulder, as if his wound were faintly aching.

In the entire world, the only person bold enough to target America was Osama, the former CIA station chief in Pakistan, born into a wealthy construction family.

Eric leaned back against the rear seat and stared at the roof. "Those idiots from MI6 want to stir the pot. It just so happens we have a large batch of 'hot goods' to sell."

"The pay should be pretty high, right?"

"They're offering three times the usual price, and the idiots will cover our tracks."

Hunt said disdainfully, "Captain, their capabilities are mediocre at best. This isn't a good job."

Movies were movies, after all.

MI6 in reality was nothing but a pile of shit.

They relied entirely on fabricated intelligence, and they were constantly infiltrated by