Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

33 Sudden Attack

"Is this really possible?"

Rondo couldn't believe it at the time. Wahid was going to do it with 300 men, two mortars and a few vehicles.

"Of course, our great pioneer Zarqawi once used the same method to severely damage a company of US troops on the south bank of the Euphrates River." Wahid replied with a pious expression.

Rondo, who was dubious, went back and checked the Internet. The serious injury Wahid said actually only caused about 30 casualties, but on the other hand, it undoubtedly shows that this method is indeed feasible. People also know that the combat effectiveness of the Belgians should be much worse than that of the US military.

Then Rondo helped Wahid complete the last two preparations-getting a batch of explosives and a truck that would lower the Belgian's vigilance.

The original plan was to use the stolen truck from City Hall to carry out the first breakthrough, but he overfulfilled the task, and Hamduk's pickup was obviously a more suitable choice.

"To be honest, you can get so many explosives, which is beyond my expectation." Wahid's words brought Rondo back from his memory.

The former was obviously in a good mood—the preparations in the yard were coming to an end at this time, and the number of people walking back and forth was much less than before.

"I didn't think at first that the storekeeper in the salt mine was a gambler, and it took almost no effort to deal with him." Rondo adjusted his sitting posture slightly when he answered, so that Wahid could not see his expression.

The other party's question reminded him of that critical night.

Although he was fully prepared, no one expected that there would be people in the mining area going to the material warehouse in the early hours of the morning. What's worse, a certain helper he had found in the past had a poor mental quality and almost subconsciously turned towards the car. The car fired a shot.

Fortunately, Rondo himself reacted quickly enough, taking advantage of the time the three teammates were fighting for, he started the truck and fled.

This matter was not done beautifully, and it might even startle the snake. Rondo was worried that it would affect his position in Wahid's heart, so he never mentioned it to anyone.

At this time, the sound of electric welding came from outside, and bright sparks sprayed from the front of the light truck, lighting up the small courtyard.

"What is this doing?"

Rondo was a little puzzled looking at the few people who were fiddling with electric welding outside.

"Since this truck is used to launch a second attack, there is no need to consider the suddenness. A steel plate is welded in front of the front of the truck to prevent the engine or driver from being hit by light weapons." Wahid explained: "These days Our warriors have practiced many times in the middle of the night, as long as there is a gap in front of the driver's seat, we can guarantee to drive the car where it needs to be."

Obviously, these routines are already familiar to Wahid.

"You guys are really thoughtful. No wonder you can win all battles in the Levant area." Although Rondo said compliments, his tone was flat and he couldn't hear much compliment.

In fact, although he chose to join Wahid under the double temptation of power and beauty, it was still difficult to accept that the other party did not take his own life seriously.

As far as Rondo personally is concerned, he really can't understand the attraction of the 72 women behind him.

"Let's go, Mr. Rondo, it's time for you to meet the other people involved in the operation." Wahid said while stroking his beard, and turned around to signal Rondo to follow him.

The two quickly entered a slightly larger room next to it, where the boxes of explosives were moved out from here. At this time, the room was empty, and there were only three bearded men who were dressed similarly to Wahid, and a woman.

A woman Rondo knew.

"Ru... Rubeta?"

Rondo's whole body trembled suddenly. He never expected that he would meet the other party here. Ruberta was wearing a black burqa that was completely different from usual, exuding a dangerous and depressing aura.

After the initial shock, Rondo suddenly felt cold sweat coming out of his back—he didn't think he was a smart person, but he was definitely not stupid. Since Ruberta was from Waheed's side, it meant that the other party probably had planned.

From Ruberta becoming Esper's wife to hooking up with herself...

Rondo felt suddenly like a moth in a spider's web.

Originally, he always thought that he and Waheed were equal cooperation, but the moment he saw Ruberta, Rondo realized that his bargaining power might not be as great as he thought.

Wahid stood beside him, staring at the expression on Rondo's face. He was very satisfied with the other party's expression from astonishment to enlightenment and then to fear. main purpose of coming.

Rondo is a person who can handle affairs and understand current affairs, so Wahid has no idea of ​​killing donkeys. As Arabs in West Asia, they cannot manage sub-Saharan Africa for a long time, and they need some obedient local agents.

But he must first give the other party a disarm, and clarify his position as the leader in the cooperation.

Judging from Rondo's performance, the effect is very good.

"Come on, let's get to know our future mayor of Boda, Mr. Rondo." Seeing that Rondo gradually regained his composure, Wahid stepped forward in due course and introduced Rondo to several other people: "We The smooth implementation of the plan cannot do without the help of Mr. Rondo."

Except for Wahid and Ruberta, the three people saw Rondo for the first time, and they didn't know the twists and turns. They just came up to shake hands with the latter, and said some words like God bless .

Later, Wahid also introduced the identities of these people to Rondo. Two of them were the captains of his assault team, and the other was the commander of the artillery unit. It is said that he had served in the Syrian government army.

"Ruberta, you should have known each other a long time ago, our Captain Black Widow." Wahid finally introduced Ruberta's identity to Rondo.

"Black Widow?" Rondo frowned. Of course he had heard of this term, but he didn't expect Ruberta to be one of them.

"Well... Ruberta is mainly responsible for managing the daily life and training of the black widows, as well as assigning them tasks." Wahid saw the contradiction in Rondo's heart, so he explained.

During this period of time, it would be a lie to say that there is no relationship between Rondo and Ruberta. Now that they know each other's identity as a black widow, their mentality is naturally quite complicated.

"But if there is a need, I don't mind dedicating everything to the Lord." Ruberta added coldly from the side, the voice was completely different from usual, and Rondo couldn't help feeling a little chills down his back when he heard it.

Obviously, Ruberta should be more than 19 years old, but judging from his appearance, he is in his early twenties at most.

Being able to manage a dangerous group like the Black Widow at such a young age, she is definitely a ruthless person herself.

On the other hand, I'm afraid the older Black Widows have all been "used".

Ruberta's words caused the atmosphere in the room to fall into an instant embarrassment, but Wahid quickly changed the topic to the subsequent attack plan.

Rondo listened a little absent-mindedly. On the one hand, there was nothing in this plan that required him to implement. Even the task of controlling Mayor Esper was completed by Ruberta.

On the other hand, Rondo actually has some selfishness.

As the confidant of Mayor Esper, he knew that somewhere in the basement of Borda City Hall, there was a sum of gold bars and dollars.

Theoretically, only the mayor knew about this matter, and he only heard a few words by chance after Esper was drunk.

Originally, Rondo's idea was to kill Esper directly and embezzle the money privately, so that there would be no proof, but to be honest, he hesitated now.

Since Wahid and his group were able to insert Ruberta in quietly, they might not be unaware of the existence of this hard currency. This group of people are cruel and ruthless, and they may not even care about their own lives. If they are discovered...

"Mr. Wahid." Rondo finally decided to play it safe: "That old fellow Esper has a gold dollar bill in the basement of the city hall."

"Oh?"

Wahid looked at Ruberta next to him with an inquiring look. Of course he was also interested in this kind of thing.

The woman next to him nodded: "I know there is such a thing, but I haven't figured out the specific storage location. If Rondo knows, it will just save trouble."

Ruberta's answer made Rondo very grateful for the choice he had just made.

"Mr. Rondo, according to the rules of the organization, you can keep [-]% of the money, and the rest will be used as jihad funds. You have no objection."

Wahid said he was asking Rondo for his thoughts, but he used an affirmative tone, obviously not giving the latter the right to refuse.

"No...of course not."

Rondo shook his head quickly. Although the bearded Arab in front of him was shriveled, he felt oppressed like never before.

"That's it." Wahid put his hands behind his back, turned to Ruberta and asked: "Ruberta, try to keep Mr. Mayor alive on your side, we need to record a video to execute him, and give it to nearby A warning to the others."

"Understood, but he should be the former Mr. Mayor." Ruberta said with a weird smile, and looked at Rondo next to him from the corner of his eye: "Mr. Mayor of Boda, here. "

a few hours later.

After the vernal equinox, the sunrise in Afrikaans got earlier and earlier. It was only after 5:[-], and the sky was already pale.

Outside the Belgian camp, a group of sentries who had just completed the changing of the guard stared sleepily at the desolate red land in front of them, and the low buildings that could be seen in the distant city of Borda.

Suddenly, a sentry with good eyesight saw a puff of smoke appearing on the road in the distance, which seemed to be a speeding car.

Almost at the same time, the voice of the camp's lookout post sounded in their earphones: "A car is coming from a distance, pay attention to check."

(End of this chapter)