I want to be a warlord

Chapter 133 The First Arms Deal

"Salah, I'm Wang, are you okay?" Wang Zhen asked with a smile while holding the phone.

"Wang, I'm glad to hear your voice again, it looks like you've returned to Iraq." Salah's voice was a little heavy, "Well, it would be better if you didn't call me around 2 o'clock in the morning gone."

"Haha, I can't help it. You are the smartest person I know in Iraq. I have encountered a little trouble. I think you can give me an answer." Wang Zhen boasted.

"Although I know you're lying, I love to listen. Tell me, what's the problem?"

"Our scythe team has broken away from the imperial barrier. Now, we have set up a small defense company called Radiance Defense. I took a task to help someone escort a batch of goods, but when passing through a town just now, those townspeople He suddenly shot at us..." Wang Zhen roughly explained the matter.

"You want to ask why someone attacked you, right?" Salah laughed: "It's very simple, the people in these small towns are not targeting you, but all the large transport vehicles passing by, unless your convoy advances." Say hello to the people in power here, the Iraqi government has very little control over the enemy, let alone those small towns, you know what I mean."

"There are many, many people in the Iraqi countryside who have lost their livelihood and they have to think about transportation routes."

Wang Zhen was speechless for a while, it was really a replica of the Republic of China, with bandits everywhere.

Du Lisan, open your eyes and have a look!
"Then is there any way to avoid trouble?"

"No way." Salah said directly: "Iraq's transportation routes are not so easy to get through. They are only in the hands of a few people, otherwise there would be no shortage of supplies."

"The advice I can give you is to take a detour. When you encounter this kind of city, find a way to go around it. It doesn't matter if the road is difficult, at least you won't be attacked."

"Okay, thank you for your suggestion, I will treat you to dinner when I get back to Baghdad, oh yes, we will do it alone, so if you think there is any information that I need, please let me know."

"Okay, goodbye my friend."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen explained the matter.

"Damn Iraq, driving a truck is even more dangerous than in the United States!" Shrapnel sneered.

Wang Zhen: "..."

"There are also people in the United States ambushing and attacking truck drivers?" Guo Jingyun asked in surprise.

"It's not just truck drivers. Truck drivers are the main victims. There are more than 800 road shootings every year." Shrapnel explained that he is in prison and is relatively well-informed about these news.

"Damn it!" Guo Jingyun exclaimed, "Are there no police officers?"

Wang Zhen thought the shrapnel was just a complaint just now, but he didn't expect it to be true!

Sure enough, Free America!
"Okay, blind man, you are a Chinese, so don't worry about the US government, and talk about the problems we are encountering now." Wang Zhen brought the topic back, "The intelligence dealer gave me advice, so everyone can only work hard later. It's one o'clock."

"No problem!" Everyone responded.

……

They walked all the way in the dark to stop and go. According to the map, they only had a 300-kilometer road section. It took them a full 10 hours to reach Sulaymaniyah. It was already noon the next day.

This is also when it is easier to see the road after dawn, and the speed is much faster.

Finding an open space to park the car, Wang Zhen contacted John again.

"Don't worry, the appointment time is 5 pm today, and the place is in Shebezal City, north of Sulaymaniyah City. The buyer's name is Hadwan. Please make a note of the phone number. You don't need to charge money. The money comes from the arms dealer. As we walk, he will wash it and give it to us, which can save a lot of money." John said.

"Okay, I see. Who is the buyer?" Wang Zhen asked.

"A group of Kurdish armed forces, don't worry, it has nothing to do with those extremist terrorist organizations, and we will not sell to them anyway." John said with a smile.

Wang Zhen hung up the phone with a smile, curled his lips, he wouldn't believe John's words.

As long as the benefits are enough, this group of people will never mind selling to Ace.

Anyway, it was the Kurds and Iraqis who were fighting, and the US government was the one who had a headache. Wang Zhen didn't think John and the others were so patriotic.

Of course, the price must be high enough, and the price of their souls is by no means low.

With previous experience, the first thing is to study the map, theoretically only 80 kilometers.

Considering that it was daytime, it would be more convenient to take a detour. Wang Zhen reckoned that he could get there in 4 hours, so he took a rest for an hour. The 300 kilometers had exhausted several people.

After watching the night vision device for several hours, Guo Jingyun felt that he was really going blind.

After setting up the 78 pot, lighting the gasoline lamp, and pouring water, Wang Zhen tore a vegetable bag and material bag and sprinkled it in.

The vegetable buns were made by himself, Wang Zhen was determined not to eat individual rations, and it was not a lie to say that he was good at cooking.

This time I specially bought a household dryer, vacuum packaging machine, and compressor to cook the vegetables and meat, then dry them, compress them and pack them in vacuum, and they will not break for a month.

When it’s time to eat, it will be boiled as soon as it’s boiled. When it’s cooked, break open the dead noodles and soak it in. A simple version of the steamed bun is ready!

Served with homemade spicy beef sauce, hoisin sauce, and sweet beef sauce specially designed for Westerners!
hiss!
This is no better than individual rations!
For those with transportation space like this, you can also bring some wine.

Oh my god, what a standard of living!
After the simple version of mutton steamed buns was cooked, the aroma burst out, donkeys, poets and others gathered around, their saliva could no longer be salivated.

Among other things, at least one thing, the current combat food standard of Brilliant Defense is absolutely super high.

After a hot lunch, people feel dizzy and sleepy.

After taking turns to rest for half an hour, they woke up much more refreshed, and the group drove on the road again.

With experience, this time it went much smoother.

Of course, even so, the road is not without danger, there are too many robbers.

But after Wang Zhen pulled out the RPG and fired a shot, those people calmed down and gave up chasing.

At 4:40 p.m., we arrived near the scheduled location.

Wang Zhen didn't let the poet drive there directly, but drove the pickup truck with the donkey to the designated trading place.

An abandoned town, nothing but a waste area.

As soon as the two approached, they heard the sound of machine gun firing, "Da da da."

This is Iraq, the way of greeting is so dynamic.

Wang Zhen called and checked his identity with the other party before he was let in. The one who met him was a bearded man.

The beard is neatly trimmed.

Seeing the yellow-skinned person getting off the car, the bearded man was obviously taken aback, "Are you... Chinese?"

It is very strange for the Chinese to do the arms business, but it is true that many people in this land used to use weapons from the East. Anyway, it could not be a book or a stick.

"Yes, you are Mr. Hardwang?" Wang Zhen asked.

"No." The bearded man shook his head, "Where's the ammunition?"

The visitor obviously did not intend to greet Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen tilted his head, and his tone hardened, "I have received news that the trader is Hardwang, not someone irrelevant, understand?"

"Don't try to play any tricks." As he said, Wang Zhen pointed towards the sky.

The bearded man looked in the direction of Wang Zhen's finger, and there was a small drone hovering in the sky.

In Baghdad these days, Wang Zhen asked everyone to contact five people to control it. Although it can't reach the level of professional players, simple level flight is still no problem.

Seeing the drone, the bearded pupils shrank. Although they didn't know what model it was, in their perception, what the drone brought was often shelling or missiles.

Taking a deep look at the Chinese in front of him, the bearded man picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words. Wang Zhen even guessed that he was notifying the man named Hardwang.

This is what I learned when I was at the small oil field base.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a white robe came out, "Hello, I'm Hardwang."

Wang Zhen took out his mobile phone to compare the photos, and then said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, please wait a moment, the goods will be delivered soon."

After all, give the donkey a wink.

After 10 minutes, the sound of the engine came, and shrapnel drove the car over.

The poet and Guo Jingyun are in charge of vigilance. An accurate shooter and a gunner can provide enough fire support if an accident happens.

The truck stopped, the shrapnel went out and jumped out.

Hardwan's men got into the car and began to check.

After half an hour, it was confirmed that the sky was getting dark.

Wang Zhen threw the truck key to Hardwang, "The truck is here for you."

Hardwang's face was full of smiles, "We are very satisfied with the goods, thank you."

Although the partner of the transaction has changed this time and is still a Chinese, but Wang Zhen gave him a good impression, strong enough, professional enough, and generous enough.

"You're welcome, then, goodbye." Wang Zhen also said with a smile.

"Goodbye."

The three of Wang Zhen got into the car and quickly disappeared from sight, and the group also got into the car and left.

"Phew, it's finally done." Everyone gathered, and Zhenchang Wang let out a sigh of relief, "Let's go, go back to Baghdad, we must take a good rest."

In two days and one night, I slept less than half an hour in total.

All the way without a word, back to the station in Baghdad, finally able to sleep peacefully.

When Wang Zhen woke up the next afternoon, he immediately checked his phone to check his balance.

Ding Dong, USD 80 has been credited to your account, and the account balance is 145 million.

yeah!
With a wave of Wang Zhen's hand, he was finally out of the crisis of bankruptcy.

Well, for now.

Of course, the donkeys have to share money with them. After the deduction, the public account can still have 105 million, which is enough for a long time to spend.

Get up, wash up, call for the shovel, and ask him to transfer all the money to the accounts of several people.

After eating and drinking, Wang Zhen was lying on the chair, picking his teeth, while the donkey and the shrapnel beside him were bragging and farting, his eyes gradually became hollow...

After finishing the job of the Imperial Barrier, there is no follow-up work!

You can't rely on the imperial barrier for all tasks, you have to find a way to develop your own business channels!
But, how to develop it?

How did other small PMC companies or mercenary organizations survive?

No, you have to ask someone.

I can't wait!

(End of this chapter)