Chapter 169 Must Be High-Profile

Musa is thirsty for talents, but Gao Guang wonders why Musa doesn't want talents for him.

But it didn't take long for Gao Guang to feel relieved, because he felt that Musa must have known that he couldn't work for him, so he gave up.

Musa looked at Gao Guang with questioning eyes. Gao Guang thought for a moment. He felt that Musa was still asking for his opinion. After a brief thought, he nodded.

"Then introduce me to the intelligence dealer you know."

Ali took out a mobile phone from his pocket, a very old one, and then he started dialing the number instead of the number he pulled out of the address book. It was obvious that he remembered this number very well.

After dialing the phone, Ali muttered. Then he hung up the phone and said, "He has time. I will take you to see him now."

"who is he."

"Sanji Xavier, if you want to get any information in Baghdad, just go to him. If he doesn't know something, it's useless to ask anyone."

Ali had strong confidence in this Sanji, but Gao Guang was very curious and asked, "Where is he?"

"Green Zone."

Without further ado, Ali brought Gaoguang back to the green zone again, and then went directly to a two-story building. After parking the car, Ali said in the car: "Go in and ask for Sanji. Do you have anything to ask?" Just ask, if Sanji makes a quotation, then he can find the information. If he says no, then don't bother too much. This is very taboo in their industry. I will wait for you outside. "

Gao Guang and Musa got out of the car. The door was closed. After Musa knocked lightly, the door opened from the inside, revealing an old-looking face.

A man in his fifties or sixties looked at Gao Guang and Musa behind the door without saying a word. Musa saluted and said, "We are looking for Sanchi."

The man immediately opened the door and made a gesture to invite him in. After Gao Guang and Musa walked in, the person guarding the door immediately closed the door again.

At this time, a neatly dressed man in his fifties, wearing a white shirt with his shirt tucked into his trousers, curly hair, and a clean shaven head, walked quickly down the stairs in the house.

"Hello, my name is Sanchi Xavier. Am I Ali's friend?"

Musa immediately said: "Yes, Ali introduced us. He said you have the answer I want to know. I am Musa Barhari."

Sanji and Musa hugged each other warmly, but he just nodded to Gao Guang. He probably thought that Gao Guang was Musa's bodyguard, and bodyguards don't shake hands or hug others, so it's best to say hello to the bodyguard. The way is to treat him like air and nodding his head is already a very enthusiastic expression.

"Welcome, please come up, we can come up and talk?"

The layout on the second floor is very unique. One side has a traditional Iraqi layout with only carpets and a low table. The other room is Western-style, with several sofas and a small round table placed in front of the sofa.

Musa was wearing a robe and slippers, so he should have entered a room with carpets and no sofa, but Musa knew that Gao Guang was not used to sitting directly on the floor, so Musa naturally walked into the Western-style living room, and then He also walked directly towards the sofa.

Sanji and Musa each occupied a sofa and sat down, while Gao Guang naturally sat next to Musa.

Sanji didn't express anything too directly, but he was murmuring in his heart, why Musa's bodyguard sat beside Musa instead of standing aside as usual.

"Black tea or coffee?"

Musa said casually: "I don't want to drink tea anymore, let's have a cup of coffee."

After finishing speaking, Musa switched to English and said to Gao Guang: "What do you want to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"Um, coffee."

He had just been attacked in a black tea shop, and Gao Guang didn't want to drink tea anymore.

At this time, Sanchi said loudly: "Three cups of coffee."

He couldn't see where the servant was. After giving instructions to the servant, Sanji immediately smiled and said, "Is there anything I can do to help you two?"

Sanji quietly changed his words. He said it in a tone of asking two people, and he said it in English, which showed that he no longer only regarded Musa as the object of conversation.

"We just came out of the tea shop. Did you hear that there was an attack somewhere?"

Moussa got straight to the point, and Sanji said without hesitation: "I just received news that the Kurdish tea shop was attacked, but the attack failed. One person...killed all six attackers."

When talking about the Americans, Sanchi looked at the highlight, then waved his hand and said: "Mr. Balhari, I know you. I heard that you are also there. Fortunately, you are fine."

Did the news spread so quickly, or was Sanji so well-informed? The fight over there had just been completed, less than an hour had passed on the road, and now Sanji had received the news.

But Musa smiled and said: "Your news is indeed very fast."

"I just know that the Kurdish tea shop was attacked, but I don't know the specific details yet. I don't pay much attention to this matter, but now I know that this matter is related to the two of them."

After finishing speaking slightly slowly, Sanji thought for a moment and said, "Then why do you two want to see me?"

Musa immediately said: "I want to know who did this. Is it Ace, or is there someone else who wants to blame Ace."

Musa always spoke in English this time. Sanji nodded and said, "I understand. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Well, it's best to be more detailed. I don't know what to ask specifically. I just encountered this incident and thought it might have something to do with me."

"Okay, I understand. I need to know more about it. I'm sorry, but I have to accompany you. Please wait a moment."

After apologizing, Sanchi stood up and left, and a young man came in with a tray and put three cups of coffee on the round table.

In fact, there was no need for Moussa to speak in English, and Gao Guang didn't really want to know the inside story, but considering that he was closely related to this matter, he might as well find out.

Gao Guang and Musa drank coffee leisurely, looking calm and relaxed. After about fifteen minutes, when the coffee began to get cold, but still maintained a sufficient temperature, Sanji finally came back.

"I'm sorry to keep you two waiting. By coincidence, I happen to have a friend who knows about this. Well, it's fifty thousand dollars."

Musa immediately said: "Okay, but I didn't take so much cash, and there's no way to transfer it. How about you send someone to follow me to the hotel to get it."

Sanji smiled and said, "Don't be so anxious. Just bring it with you when you have time to come here to chat. Here's the thing. About a week ago, four natives entered Iraq from Syria. , they lived with two Kurds in Baghdad, and then news came out that Ace sent people to Baghdad to carry out a terrorist attack, and they even gave clear photos. "

Musa frowned and said, "Did a native chicken do it?"

"Please listen to me. Since I'm asking for $50,000, of course this information won't be that simple. This thing was not done by the chicken people, but by people pretending to be chicken people. But the chicken people are willing to cooperate. , I’ll keep it simple and direct. This matter is an internal problem of the Kurds, that’s why there was this attack. Who specifically did it..."

Sanji hesitated for a moment, then put a smile on his face and said: "Tell me clearly who did it. This is an extra part. It was supposed to cost more, but this is the first time you come to me. I always have to ask for it." Give me some discounts, if you want to know the specific name, I can give it to you for free.”

You have to do favors, but do it in the open. This is an obvious sales method, and Sanji didn't hide it.

Musa said, "Tell me who it is."

"Duch is going to kill Kamil."

It was a short sentence, but it was really valuable. Musa had a stunned expression on his face and said: "I saw Kamil in the tea shop, I understand, I understand."

Sanji smiled, spread his hands, made a gesture of invitation, and took a sip of the coffee.

Musa said happily: "I'll have someone send the money later."

"No hurry, uh, sir, you were the one who killed those attackers, right?"

Sanji looked at Gao Guang. He should have known that it was Gao Guang who killed the attackers, but he was just about to ask now.

Gao Guang nodded and said, "It's me."

Sanji said excitedly: "It's you indeed. You are so powerful. It's really hard for me to imagine how you did it. You only fired six shots and killed six people, leaving them with no chance to shoot at all." The opportunity is really amazing.”

Gao Guang said seriously: "It's not six shots, it's eight shots."

Sanji smiled and said: "Re-shooting does not count. Re-shooting does not count. Six shots knocked down six people. This is amazing."

After unabashedly praising him, Sanchi continued: "Can you tell me your name? Many people are saying that it was a person sent by the United States to protect Mr. Balhari who killed the attackers. I want to know if you are from the CIA?"

Sanji was beating around the bush to find out the details of Gao Guang. There is no doubt that Gao Guang's identity is definitely information now, and it must be very popular, because after Musa couldn't wait to announce Gao Guang's identity in the tea shop, it has caused a lot of confusion. Kurdish curiosity and attention.

What deserves attention is not Gao Guang's private identity, but his official identity. To be precise, in what official capacity Gao Guang acted with Moussa. If Gao Guang is just Moussa's bodyguard, it is nothing, but if Gao Guang is People from the CIA or the Pentagon are different.

Gao Guang thought for a moment and smiled at Sanji: "My identity is also information, right? How much can it be sold for?"

Sanji showed no embarrassment at all and said with a smile: "If it can be sold, I can share it with you equally. What do you think?"

Gao Guang's identity does not need to be concealed, and cannot be concealed. If he wants to conceal it, wouldn't it be difficult for Musa? Therefore, the private identity must be kept secret, but the official background must be disclosed, and it must be high-profile and publicized with great fanfare. .

"I signed a contract with the Pentagon to protect Mr. Moussa Barhari. I am the president of King Defense Company. You can call me...mad dog."

After getting the answer he wanted, Sanji said happily: "Okay, Mr. Mad Dog from King Company, uh, um, Mr. Mad Dog, let's leave each other's phone numbers. When I sell this information, I will I will give you your share, don’t worry, it’s 50%, it won’t be less than a dollar.”