The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Ephram thought that the matter was settled, so he went back tonight to find a bar to have a drink and have a good time, and he could get the goods from customs tomorrow and set off.

As a result, neither he nor Long Zhanmao had a good time at night.

In a Muslim country where women go out all covered with only one eye showing, it is very difficult to find a woman in a bar.

There are only a bunch of bearded men in the bar, and there is no point in drinking.

It would be better if David, who has a girlfriend, calls his girlfriend alone in the hotel, at least he can hear the woman's voice.

His girlfriend Izzy is still mad!
I didn't find a beautiful woman to have a good time at night, but the next day was even worse.

Because I didn't receive any news from the broker that night, it was a bit different from what I had promised, and I woke up without any news.

The broker who received the money did not call and did not let them go to the customs to pick up the goods.

Ephram called the past, but the other party said that he was handling it for him and asked him to wait.

There is no way.

Ephraim could only find this broker, and he could not find anyone else to help. After all, there was no other agent in Jordan.

Both David and Ephraim had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait.

As a result, the day passed.

Still no response.

Ephram was really anxious this time, and called the broker again, but this time he couldn't get through, and no one could be found.

A blink of an eye.

It's the 3rd day and still no news.

"MD Fark, he lied to us, he is a damn liar." After three days of no news, Ephram exploded and cursed.

"Don't worry, isn't the phone connected yet? Maybe it's something else."

David was also anxious, but he could only be patient.

Because the broker is their only hope, if the broker can't get them to do things well, then Captain Santos' side must be finished.

Once you are unable to accept the order due to the wind and sand, you will not be able to complete the 500 million task of Long Zhan Zhan.

At that time, we will lose [-] million.

Shrinking all the links in the middle is tantamount to whether the contract of Captain Santos can be completed, which is related to whether he can earn 1 million US dollars in the end.

The price is so high.

How could Ephraim hold his breath.

"No, I know what it's like to be fooled, and I know what it's like to be fooled, so we must have been fooled by that bastard," Everam growled.

"Hey man, it's no use being angry, just figure out a way to deal with it, or..."

Long Zhan reminded Ephram that the meaning of the words was already obvious.

If you want [-] million, you have to be more awesome.

If you only have this ability, then you will definitely not be able to become my partner.

Although David has just entered the industry, he has worked in the service industry after all, and has accepted all kinds of difficulties from customers, so his mentality is more calm than Ephraim.

Seeing Ephram's fury and emotional breakdown, he persuaded him kindly: "Calm down, it's useless to be anxious."

"How do you want me to calm down, David, we are now in a Muslim country, not to mention it is cool, there is no one who wants to find someone to tell me, but things are going badly, how do you ask me to calm down." Ever Ram said angrily.

"It's a bit chaotic if you don't do things after collecting money, but I suggest you go find another person. In such a big country, it's impossible to have only one middleman." Long Zhan suggested.

"Where the hell am I going to find it, fuck, if I see a bastard again, I..."

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

Before Ephraim could finish his sentence, the phone in the room rang suddenly.

Ephraim, David and Long Zhan looked at each other, and had a premonition that it was the call from the damn broker, and hurried into the house.

He picked up the phone and heard a voice that sounded familiar to him.

"Are you Everam?"

"Yes, it's me."

Ephram, who was still yelling a second ago, was now smiling.

"We're already downstairs." The broker replied crisply.

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Everam hung up the phone, clapped his hands, and let out a loud cry of excitement.

"is it him?"

David followed up and asked.

"Yes, already downstairs." Ephraim said excitedly.

"OK, then let's go down quickly."

David also became excited, grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door.

"Dragon King, let's go, it's time to get down to business."

Ephraim greeted Long Zhan and followed David to the door.

A group of firemen came down from upstairs. The long-haired one was already standing in the hall. When he saw Ephraim coming down, he beckoned and walked out the door.

There was a truck parked on the right side of the hotel entrance, and the broker walked directly into the truck and stopped.

After Long Zhan and his party strode over, they pointed to the inside of the carriage and said, "Look, I've already got the goods you want."

"What is it? Isn't it a license?" David said in a daze.

"Don't you want these guns? I've already taken them out for you. What you have to do has been done. Is there any problem?" The broker shrugged.

"Fack, we want to get a license, and then transport it to Iraq through regular channels, and then transport it to Iraq by plane, understand?" David asked nonchalantly.

"Let me go up and look at the goods first."

Ephraim pouted his big ass, climbed into the compartment with the help of Long Zhan, lifted the tarpaulin on the cover and began to check.

"What kind of permit do you need? I've already brought the car for you. You can just drive there. You don't need a permit at all, OK?" the broker said of course.

"There's nothing wrong with the logic at all, this broker is quite interesting, haha." Long Zhan said with a dark smile.

"You want us to drive to Iraq with so many guns?" David's eyes popped out, he couldn't believe it was real.

"Why not? Marlboro is the best smuggler in all of Jordan."

The broker pointed to the turbaned man he had brought, rubbed his index finger and thumb and said, "You only need to give him a little money, and he will send you there safely."

"Just him?"

David looked at the dry, monkey-like middle-aged man who was over 40 years old, and said in astonishment, "He's the best smuggler in Jordan? Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"Of course not. You are going to Baghdad. He travels to and from Baghdad three or four times a month." The broker said confidently.

"Oh my god."

David was completely speechless, covered his head with his hands in pain, turned around and said, "Ephram, don't you just say a few words?"

Compared with David, who is more calm and rational, Ephram is more challenging and adventurous.

As long as the task can be completed, it doesn't matter how it is done.

Ephram, who had already checked the goods and was correct, asked directly in the carriage: "How long does it take to drive from here to Baghdad?"

(End of this chapter)