I want to be a warlord

Chapter 130

The bullet swept past the donkey's body, and the frightened donkey fell back suddenly.

Although he was hiding in the body of the truck and had an extra layer of steel protection than others, the machine gunner was affected by the sound waves of the IED explosion. After he regained his mobility, his hands, feet and head were not in control, and he shot too far.

Hearing the sound of the machine gun, Wang Zhen slammed on the brakes and turned his head. Regardless of whether the M855 was going to hit or not, it was wearing a protective steel plate. Turning the muzzle of the gun was a burst of fire.

Sparks that were hit by the protective steel plate amidst a clanging sound.

The shrapnel also turned the muzzle of the gun and hit it.

The machine gunner also shrank his neck in fright. There is an observation port on the upper end of the steel plate gun.

Just when he wanted to adjust the trajectory, the "bang" poet fired.

This time the M993 bullet finally succeeded. The tungsten alloy core penetrated through the steel plate and hit the machine gunner's neck. There was a hole the size of a small fingernail in the front, but a hole the size of a baby's fist was opened on the back of the neck.

The blood ejected from the severed neck artery was six to seven meters high.

After the machine gunner was dealt with, Wang Zhen and the donkey pushed up again.

There was no more gunfire from the second car, maybe it was not killed, but the shrapnel and bullets swept over, and those who didn't die are now dead!

There were only two mercenaries escorting the ammunition. Wang Zhen, the donkey, and the shrapnel spread out to outflank it from three directions, and the poet sniped.

One minute later, one person was beaten to death by Wang Zhen, and the other was beaten to death by a donkey. At this point, the opponent's entire army was wiped out!

"Blind man, poet, be careful." After Wang Zhen gave an order, he approached the donkey and shrapnel for inspection.

Whether dead or not, all make up for a shot.

"It's done."

"It's done."

Listening to the report from the channel, Mayor Wang heaved a sigh of relief. The first mission has come to a successful conclusion!

Well, at least the first phase is successfully concluded.

"Pack up the spoils and put them all on the truck." Wang Zhen ordered while bending down and pulling out the gun from the corpse's hand.

An imitation of AKM looks like the Bulgarian version. It is conservatively estimated that it can be sold for $3500 in Iraq.

Delicious.

Ignoring the blood on it, I continued to rummage through the back of my body.

The magazines, grenades, and pistols were all taken away.

A night vision goggle, the black light is blind and the fire is blind, so I can't see which country it is made in, so take it away.

There is an RPG under the rear seat, pull it out, take it away!
There is a bulletproof vest on his body... This is not necessary, not only not, but also destroyed.

It is not a matter of damage or not. In a place like Iraq, you can sell arms, but not body armor.

This is an unspoken rule, and under normal circumstances even those underground arms dealers abide by it.

It would be too much for terrorists to wear body armor.

There are four people in the car, four sets of equipment, one RPG rocket launcher, and two warheads.

With his body full of trophies, Wang Zhen trotted to the side of the truck, and donkeys and shrapnel also ran over, also carrying a lot of things on his body.

Wang Zhen couldn't wait to climb onto the truck, lifted the rainproof cloth and looked inside. The boxes were neatly placed, and he couldn't tell what was inside them, only that they were munitions.

Just looking at it, the corners of his mouth hung, and he laughed uncontrollably.

Throwing the seized guns in the car, Wang Zhen jumped down again, "Heavy machine gun, heavy machine gun, see if you can dismantle it."

"Are you really going to take this cart of ammunition back?" the donkey asked in disbelief.

Although Wang Zhen said that he meant it before.

I personally know how short of arms there is in Iraq, but the problem is how to transport them in, how to find buyers, and how to guarantee receipt of money!

I don't know how often the delivery convoy is in contact here, but the news will definitely spread at dawn.

At that time, the other party will inevitably launch a counterattack, especially after the delivery truck is found missing.

"If you don't try it, how will you know?" Wang Zhen continued, "The little money given by the foot-covering building is enough shit, just in case, right?"

"Okay." The donkey shrugged. If he wasn't the boss, he wouldn't be able to understand Wang Zhen's feelings now.

Wang Zhen also jumped down, walked towards the nearest pickup truck, jumped into the truck, grabbed the heavy machine gun and took a closer look, and immediately wanted to slap himself.

No tools!

It's a heavy machine gun. It can be sold for at least 2 U.S. dollars.

Four is $8.

Lost my love!

"Poet, blind man, drive our car, the shrapnel will pass by, and I will drive the truck with the donkey, dog dog." Wang Zhen jumped down and said loudly without hesitation.

Can't stay here for long.

Three minutes later, the three cars converged. Wang Zhen looked at the map in his hand, and after driving a few kilometers, he ordered Guo Jingyun to open the road ahead, and then the group plunged into the road.

Before coming here, Wang Zhen had plans. He deliberately studied the satellite map provided by the CIA and chose a path.

Enter the grassland from here, drive all the way to the east, and you can enter a mountainous area.

It is said to be a mountainous area, but it is actually a low hill in Wang Zhen's eyes, but no matter what, there should be enough places to hide a car.

Before coming here, Wang Zhen had made full preparations.

Just getting off the highway, the road conditions are simply indescribable, and the speed is also very slow.

Wang Zhen doesn't know if the average speed is 10 kilometers per hour.

In the middle, they got out of the car four times to save Guo Jingyun's car that was driving.

Fortunately, there was an open road, and Guo Jingyun detected any dangers. He stumbled along the way. At 5 o'clock in the morning, he looked at the map and drove about 40 kilometers.

It is a depression between two hills, with some sparse trees.

Move the car closer to a few trees, and the donkey turns off.

Wang Zhen pulled out a big package from the pickup truck and opened it. Inside was a jelly cloth specially used for camp camouflage in the wild.

"Do you want to move it down?" Shrapnel asked standing beside the car.

"I estimate the weight of the goods in the car is 10 tons. I don't have tools. I'm afraid I'll be exhausted after moving it down." Wang Zhen shook his head and said, "The bigger problem is, without the car, how can we transport them out!"

"Then cover it like this?" The corner of the donkey's mouth twitched.

Wang Zhen nodded, "Just pretend it's a camp tent, and get some branches, vines, grass leaves and so on."

"If someone really searches the vicinity, they will be found when they move down."

"We're lucky if no one searches nearby."

"Let's do it, let's retreat immediately when we're done."

It's easy to say, but it took 2 hours to completely disguise after busy work. By this time, it was already dawn.

Several people got on the pickup truck again, made a detour and drove towards the city of Amadia in the neighboring Erbil Province, and then detoured to Sulaymaniyah Province.

That side is still under the control of the government forces. They don't dare to plunge into Nineveh Province. Now most of Nineveh is under the control of Ace.

It's a mess over there!
The detour to Sulaymaniyah was still very smooth, and there was no danger along the way, and it arrived smoothly.

From Sulaymaniyah all the way south, through Diyala province to Baghdad.

When passing by Diyala, I took a detour to the small oil field near the town of Bruz.

The flag of the Imperial Fortress was still hanging on the wall of the small oil field like a small town. The group of people didn't go in, they just stopped here for a while, and then headed west.

It was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Baghdad. Wang Zhen asked the others to go back to their residence to wash and rest. He went to the Imperial Barrier Branch to meet Daryl to hand in the task.

The task certificate is just a few photos.

As soon as he entered Darryl's office, Darryl stood up with a smile and said, "Hey, congratulations on completing the first task."

"The news spread so quickly?" Wang Zhen said in surprise.

"Hehe, intelligence is very important to a PMC company. There were intelligence dealers selling information early this morning." Darryl said with a half-smile: "Interestingly, according to the intelligence, a truckload of arms smuggled was not stolen by someone." Instead of being destroyed, it was robbed."

Wang Zhen's face was full of remorse, and he raised his hand and gave himself a soft mouth, "I should have contacted Salah at that time, sold the information to him, and lost [-] million!"

Daryl was stunned on the spot, and after a while, he cursed, "Fack!"

"I now feel that you will be able to manage Brilliant Defense well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Zhen shrugged. "It can only be said that it is only after you really run a company that you realize how difficult it is to do business. The huge cost pressure makes you have to strive for every penny of profit."

Darryl laughed, "This is the mystery why I stay at the Imperial Fortress with peace of mind, instead of pulling a team to do it alone. The unknown of doing business is too strong. Imagination is always beautiful, how much money I can make, but in reality In fact, losing money is the vast majority.”

"Especially in a job like PMC, you may lose not only money, but also your own life."

Wang Zhen sighed, that's right, the shuttle bullets from the heavy machine gun in the early morning, if the machine gunner was not affected by the IED explosion, he or the donkey would probably die.

"Did you hide that batch of munitions?" Darryl asked.

"Well, hide it temporarily and see if there is a chance to get it out later."

"Sell it or use it yourself?"

"Sell it!"

"You're not going to sell it to Feisal again, are you?" Darryl raised his eyebrows.

Wang Zhen suddenly laughed, "That's what I planned. Now I'm afraid he won't be able to afford it. I always feel that Feisal is going to be bald by me. I don't know if the leeks will grow in more than four months."

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint you." Darryl said with a strange expression.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhen frowned. He was attacked, the scythe squad was disbanded, training, and preparations for the Brilliant Defense. A series of things made him dizzy and he didn't pay attention to the Iraqi affairs.

And there is not much news here in the United States.

Darryl sighed, "A month ago, Ace launched an attack on Tikrit. Not surprisingly, the Iraqi government army was defeated again, and Tikrit has been occupied by Ace."

Wang Zhen's face was filled with speechlessness, his expression gradually distorted, for a long while, fuck!

He is not related to the Iraqi government, but feels sorry for Faisal.

Just saw the improvement, and was about to reach the pinnacle of life, and suddenly my hometown disappeared...

Thinking about it, Wang Zhen suddenly froze in place, this...couldn't be because of my problem?
(End of this chapter)