Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1293 - 1298: Relax

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1298: Relax

Money is certainly not omnipotent, but it is definitely the best passport.

Brian took out a stack of cash. Anyone with some experience could immediately tell it was no less than thirty thousand, and then the sound of bolts sliding could be heard from behind the door.

At least three bolts at top, middle, and bottom, and it was the thick iron rod type. You could tell just by the sound.

Wasn’t the plan to sneak in and take the people inside? How did it end up with paying to open the door? Reggie was slightly puzzled, but he wasn’t the kind of fool who doesn’t know how to adapt, so even though a bit confused, Reggie kept his face full of smiles.

Yang Yi glanced back at Reggie, then wiped his mouth, pursing his lips with a serious expression. Seeing Yang Yi’s action, Reggie knew he was being told to stop smiling.

So Reggie immediately put on a straight face.

Reggie was still inexperienced. In such situations everyone was on edge, worried that a simple disagreement could lead to a shootout. In such circumstances, who could genuinely smile?

So even if there was a smile at this moment, it would definitely be a fake one. And a fake smile would make people more guarded, so it’s better not to smile.

Brian was the first to enter the door. He patted his lower back, then said to a young man in front of him, in a low voice: "I have a gun, but I don’t plan to take it out. However, if you intend to break the rules, I guarantee I can shoot you before you act."

A young man wearing a hat, probably in his twenties, looked a bit nervous. But right after Brian finished speaking, someone said in a low voice: "You better not move, because I don’t need to act, a flick of my finger and you’re dead."

Brian turned his head to see a man with a white hat, looking to be in his fifties or sixties, holding an AKM, slowly walking down the stairs.

Reggie was the last to enter the room, saw the gun pointed at him, and his expression froze. At this time, Brian whispered: "Just the three of us, shut the door."

The gun-toting old man nodded, and the young man walked to the door, peeked outside, and then closed the door.

Brian sighed lightly, then said to the man with the gun in a low voice: "Put the gun down, let’s talk business now."

"First, tell me what you want."

"What do you have?"

"Alcohol, cigarettes, food, women, guns, bullets, RPGs, whatever you need, I have it."

Brian said in surprise: "You actually have alcohol?"

"I don’t drink, but I sell it."

The older man said proudly, raising his head: "As long as you can pay, I have everything here. Even if I don’t have it, I can find it for you. Since you came late at night, what you want must not be simple. So tell me what you want now."

Brian said blandly: "What I want is safety, simply put, just a safe place to stay."

The man with the gun looked at Brian in surprise, then said in a low voice: "You have trouble?"

Brian nodded and said: "Yes, of course we have trouble, that’s why we’re looking for a place."

"Leave here, you have trouble, but I don’t want trouble."

Brian smiled and said: "Don’t worry, it’s not the Americans looking for us, can you tell? We came to Baghdad to do business, but we’ve been targeted. In short, you don’t need to worry about American soldiers searching Baghdad for us. If you find that it’s the Americans looking for us, you can snitch and make some money."

The man with the gun was stunned and said: "You’re not afraid I’ll snitch?"

Brian smiled and said: "I’m not afraid because the people truly looking for us you can’t contact. Even if you want to snitch, you won’t know where to do it. Understand?"

The man with the gun thought for a while and said: "How many days?"

"I’ll give you thirty thousand first, and an extra ten thousand for every additional day, for up to a week."

The man with the gun was clearly tempted, because in any place, thirty thousand US dollars is a large sum, even astronomical in some places.

"Pay first, and my requirement is simple: give us two rooms, then go about your business as if we don’t exist. Simple, right?"

After saying this, Brian raised his hand again, gestured to the man with the gun, and slowly reached into the pack he had taken off, gradually pulling out the money.

Brian held the bag in one hand, money in the other, and said to the man with the gun: "I’m giving you this money now, prepare us a sumptuous dinner, cigarettes, drinks, all included in this money, hopefully a hot shower too, every day like this, alright?"

The man with the gun immediately said: "No alcohol! Alcohol needs extra payment, food will be sumptuous, bathing only ten minutes a day, ten minutes per person, okay?"

Brian shrugged and said: "Come take the money, or should I give it to you, okay buddy, no need to be so tense. We’ve agreed on everything."

Walking over casually, Brian handed the money towards the man with the gun, but the man backed up a step, maintaining a distance of over two meters from Brian, and said cautiously: "Don’t move, Alawi, take the money!"

The young man walked over to Brian in a daze, took the money from Brian, while Brian, full of smiles, said: "How should I address you?"

"Salib."

"Great, Salib, do you plan to keep aiming the gun at us for the rest of the time?"

Salib let out a breath and said to Alawi: "Check the money, look carefully."

The young man started counting the money, Brian smiled and said: "Are you afraid it’s fake?"

The young man named Alawi’s hands were shaking, while Salib had a face of anger and frustration, finally couldn’t hold it and said: "Idiot, give it to me."

The young man handed the money to Salib, and when Salib took the money, one of his hands finally left the gun, causing the rifle’s muzzle to inevitably droop a bit.

Salib had always been wary, not only maintaining a two-meter distance from Brian, but also a height difference of more than a meter. However, at the moment he received the money, the gun muzzle finally moved away from Brian.

Taking advantage of this moment, Brian lunged forward. Just as Salib was startled and wanted to raise the gun again, Brian reached out and pressed the rifle’s muzzle down, then his right hand had already placed the muzzle against Salib’s chin.

"Don’t move, if you do, your head will blossom."

Salib’s finger was still on the trigger, but he resisted the urge to shoot, just looking at Brian without moving.

Brian continued to smile and said: "You’re a veteran, I can tell, you’re good, aren’t you? You’re confident, but believe me, if I want you dead, you’re dead, and you have no chance to resist. Now, let go, give me the gun."

Salib released his hand, Brian took the gun, then smiled and backed up a step, looked at the rifle in his hand, shrugged, and said to Salib: "Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want anything, just want you to understand the situation, which is if you dare to trick me, you’re doomed. Do business well, and this is just a transaction."

After that, Brian placed the rifle butt on Salib’s hand again and said: "You can put the gun away, relax a bit, prepare us dinner."