I want to be a warlord

Chapter 167 There will be no accidents, right?

Just run it through your mind, it's not that hard.

As always, substituting the current situation of Feisal into the period of the Republic of China, just look up the historical materials at that time, and Wang Zhen can find a template for his development.

The current Feisal is a bit like Mr. Zaizhi in the early days. He has just founded the Revival Society in Honolulu.

That is, its concept has spread widely enough, has a certain mass base and high-level approval, but this concept is still relatively loose and cannot exert its full power.

What did Mr. Zaizhi do at this time?
Wang Zhen only needed to search to find out that he had proposed a slogan, "Expel the Tartars and restore China", and he wanted to establish a United Government with this slogan.

Iraq already has a united government, and Wang Zhen doesn't think Faisal has the ability, so what's left is a reasonable slogan that can integrate the foundation laid before.

Shouting slogans and so on, isn't this something you have learned since childhood?

Wang Zhen just found a template and changed it.

Having figured it out, Wang Zhen coughed lightly and said, "It's time for you to unite some like-minded people."

"How to unite!" Feisal grabbed Wang Zhen's hand.

Wang Zhen broke free, took a sip of the cold coffee beside him.

Feisal immediately understood, "I don't know how many guns and ammunition Wang Shi can provide?"

"Ahem, can you not call me Master Wang?" Wang Zhen had a toothache.

"I understand, but this is my respect for Master Wang. Don't worry, I won't shout that in front of outsiders." Feisal said solemnly.

Wang Zhen rubbed his teeth, okay.

"120 AKs, 10 rounds of ammunition, and 20 RPGs." Wang Zhen thought for a while.

RPGs can be bought directly from the Imperial Fortress. The price is actually not expensive. The normal price of the launcher and the warhead is about 1600 US dollars. Of course, if it is smuggled to Iraq and sold to terrorists, the price will be at least five times.

Of course, the purchase channel is a big problem, and there are only a few companies that can get goods through formal channels.

For example, Imperial Barrier, which is a PMC company registered in the United States, has also completed formal registration in NATO and has end-user qualifications. The MEU rules are in EAR§ 744.21. EAR, the full name Export Administration Regulations, means, Export Administration Regulations.

This end-user qualification is extremely valuable. Having this qualification means that weapons and equipment can be purchased normally from arms companies affiliated to NATO member states, and only after approval by the Iraqi government can they enter Iraq through customs.

This is the formal channel, other than that, it is all smuggling.

At the same time, the end-user qualification has the qualifications for export, re-export, and transfer. Because Brilliance Defense is registered in Iraq, it is eligible to obtain transfer items from the Imperial Barrier.

Of course, this transfer is limited, and the imperial barrier is PMC, and it will not do arms business in Iraq.

It's not that they don't make money, but that they don't dare to cross the border, unless the imperial barrier wants to start a war with those arms dealers!
In the same way, there are only a few loopholes that Wang Zhen can exploit. Including the ordinary bullets in this transaction, he is going to let the shovel go directly to the US military airport to buy them.

And Wang Zhen sold some of the arms to Faisal, this is because the group of Faisal's subordinates had the designation of the Iraqi National Defense Forces, otherwise he would not have dared.

There are a lot of twists and turns here, such as the arms business, Wang Zhen can feel itchy at most, but he doesn't have the strength to touch it at the moment.

But what Wang Zhen didn't know was that this had made him noticed by some people.

"No problem, let's go at the last price!" Faisal agreed without hesitation, appearing quite rich and powerful.

This is not the past. In the past, a certain Mr. Huang surnamed Wang, who did not want to be named, had to draw [-]% of his blood. Feisal had been living in a tight financial situation, but now that the contract with Mr. Huang has ended, the Democratic Peace Party has no shortage. money.

Besides, Teacher Wang once taught him that he was reluctant to let his children not be caught by wolves, and his wife was not willing to catch gangsters!

Wang Zhen gave a thumbs up, coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "The terrorists set off an extremely cruel white terror rule in the ruled area. They tried to restrain everyone from the spiritual level, and bound everyone's soul. , and those who cannot withstand the temptation and test will eventually be destroyed, bringing their families, relatives and friends into hell together!"

"So, how to fight against the soul restraint from terrorists? We need a strong will, a resolute soul, a firm heart, a resolute resistance, and a spirit of persistence!"

"Strong, Persevering, Persevering, Resolute, Persevering!"

"Only by keeping these five strengths in mind and arming yourself with the five strengths, can we maintain our purity under the rule of white terror and see the light again one day!"

"God is guiding us. When you get up, when you eat, when you go to bed, and before you make any decisions, silently chant the slogan 'Five Strong' in your heart, God will guide you in the direction and let you see the way ahead .”

"As long as we persist in exercising our spiritual will, we will eventually defeat the terrorists and win the final victory!" Wang Zhen waved his arms vigorously as he said.

"Strong, persevering, persevering, resolute, persistent!" Faisal's eyes lit up, and he kept muttering, "Five Great Firms, good, good!"

"This is the guidance God gave to His people, and it is the only way to overcome the test." Feisal slapped his thigh hard, "Okay!"

"Master Wang, you must be the reincarnation of a prophet, and you are here to save Iraq, right? You are sent by God to guide me, right?" Feisal stood up abruptly, grabbing Wang Zhen's shoulders and kept shaking. .

Wang Zhen: What the hell am I...

Quite speechless, he looked at Feisal, who was flushed and trembling with excitement, please don't be so excited!

Besides, you don't really believe it, do you?
No way? !

Yes, whether others believed it or not, Feisal himself believed it.

Master Wang is his life mentor, sent by God to guide him, and he, Faisal, must be the prophet who guides the Iraqi people out of the predicament and back to the light!
In just a few seconds, Feisal evolved himself!
After all, they grew up in a strong religious atmosphere. Their world view is full of mystery, and everything can be linked to God.

In the vast sea of ​​people, out of a population of more than 60 billion, why did he meet Wang Zhen?
How many Chinese people are working as PMCs abroad, and they can meet him and guide him on the way forward? Using mathematics to calculate, what is the probability?
Infinitely small!
But they just met, and Wang Zhen illuminated the way forward for him!

Isn't this God's guidance?
No one can do this, only God!
As for Master Wang's benefits, that is to tell him, let them understand that it is hard to come by, and let him understand that everything has a price, not something for nothing!

That would just make him a piece of shit!
At this moment, Feisal felt the gaze from God, bathed in the radiance of God, no one can stop it!
He must, and must break through the darkness!

"Master Wang, I'm leaving." Feisal looked at Wang Zhen firmly, with an unprecedented resolute expression on his face, "I can't waste my time here, I won't let Master Wang down, and neither will God. Wrong person!"

"Someone will contact you tomorrow for a material transaction."

After finishing speaking, Feisal turned and left.

Looking at the tall and straight figure, Wang Zhen raised his hand, his expression gradually distorted.

No... no accidents, right?

There won't be any major incidents, will it?

"ε=(ο｀*)))" Wang Zhen sighed heavily, damn it, I just want to make some money, I really don't mean anything else!

Why is it so difficult.

Ah, why is it so difficult!
Is there really no normal person!

While Wang Zhen was sitting there lamenting, the door of the room was pushed open, and five people, donkey and shrapnel, walked in from outside.

"What happened?" the donkey asked loudly as soon as he entered the door.

"What happened, what happened?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.

"I mean just now, what did you tell Feisal? How... how..." The donkey tilted his head and thought for a long time, not knowing what to say.

"Why does Feisal seem to have sublimated? His state is very strange." The poet added.

"Ah yes, sublimated!" The donkey sat down and slapped his thigh hard.

"What exactly happened?" Wang Zhen spread his hands, "Say it clearly."

"Just now when we came in, Feisal happened to take someone away. That guy saw us and gave everyone a hug." Guo Jingyun said: "He patted each of us on the shoulder, and then said in an extremely envious tone Said, you are so lucky to be able to follow Master Wang, you should cherish the present, cherish this opportunity, follow Master Wang well, you will be remembered by history."

"The light of God is shining on you!"

Wang Zhen: "..."

Faisalt wouldn't be crazy, would he?
"So, what exactly did you tell Feisal?" Donkey tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhen, "You don't have to deny it, you must... how did you say that word, flicker, yes, it's fudge!"

"I didn't say anything, he's sick!" Wang Zhen stood up and shook his head violently.

Everyone squinted at Wang Zhen. You're an asshole, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you didn't say anything.

"He must be immersed in some kind of religious thought. Well, no matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with me, no!" Wang Zhen said viciously.

That guy won't come up with any weird religious ideas, will he?
Wang Zhen couldn't help thinking about it.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him, let's talk about something serious, I sold those AKs to Faisal, the price he gave was very high, AK4000 US dollars, 10 rounds of ammunition, 20 US dollars, 20 RPGs , 7 U.S. dollars, and the total price is 70 U.S. dollars." Wang Zhen forcibly changed the topic.

"Wow, this guy is so rich! I love Faisal!"

Donkey and the others immediately forgot what happened just now.

Whether Feisal is sick or not has nothing to do with them, only the dollar is real.

Only Guo Jingyun rubbed his chin and looked at Wang Zhen. He knew very well how scary thinking is! !

(End of this chapter)