Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 11 Prepare to increase manpower
  With such a big factory, Sean should consider recruiting some people. After all, he and Ahmed alone cannot hold the place together.

And he is an arms dealer. Even if he is very depressed now, only two people can't do it. However, this problem makes him a little troublesome for a while. After all, what he needs is elites, elites who can immediately form combat effectiveness, rather than a group of people who can pull him out at any time. There are a bunch of refugees coming, and he is not the savior.

"Hey Sean, you look troubled?"

In the morning, in a factory room that resembled an office, Ahmed was a little confused when he saw Sean looking worried.

"Ahmed, I need personnel!" Sean stared at Ahmed seriously.

"People? The most important thing in Iraq is people, and they are very cheap!" Ahmed said casually.

Sean shook his head: "No, what I need is not cheap refugees, but elite combat personnel. Damn it, you don't think just the two of us can hold such a big factory, do you?"

Hearing this, Ahmed lit a cigarette, thought for a while and said, "I know a human trader named Sal. He lives in a Shia ghetto not far from us."

Population merchant? Human trafficking?
  Sean shook his head: "Are you sure you understand my request?"

Of course Sean is not unaware of this. In fact, the Beautiful Country, a country that advertises itself as a free and civilized country, has such a business.

But what he needs is fighters who can gain a foothold in a chaotic area like Iraq. What good goods can a human trafficker have?
  Ahmed affirmed: "Of course, Sean, don't underestimate that guy. He has some special channels and can even get the death row prisoners of a certain country."

"Oh? That sounds pretty good. Take me to see him. I hope I can get some good stuff." After hearing this, Sean immediately made a decision.

The two of them packed up, took their equipment, and walked side by side towards the Shia ghetto not far from here.

The Shiite ghetto, also known as Sadr City, formerly known as Revolution City, is located in the eastern suburbs of Baghdad. It is known as one of the largest slums in the world.

This place is synonymous with poverty, chaos, and crime, and is even more disorderly than Baghdad.

Dirty, messy, poor, and even more depressed than the artillery-torn urban area of ​​Baghdad, this was Sean's first feeling when he came to Sadr City.

The scrawny refugees were gathered together in piles. Their chilling gazes were locked on Sean and the two of them, and they watched as the two of them got into an alley that looked a little cold and dilapidated.

A tattered iron door full of rust came into view. Ahmed pointed to a corner of the iron door, where there was a strange symbol carved with some sharp weapon, and said to Sean: "This is A symbol of that guy, he’s right here.”

Sean nodded and motioned for him to knock on the door.

"Duang, Duang, Duang..."

After Ahmed knocked a few times, the iron door was opened a small crack from the inside, and a head poked out. The guy looked Sean up and down and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Ahmed said: "We are here to do business with Sal. Please tell us."

Doing business? guest? Customers are God!

In an instant, the slight vigilance on his face faded away, and he turned to a bright smile, showing two rows of big white teeth and said: "You two, wait a moment, I will go in and notify Sal."

With that said, he closed the door and retreated.

Sean didn't say a word in the whole process. Ahmed was obviously more familiar with the trafficker named Sal. All he had to do was wait quietly for him to negotiate, then wait for the real owner to appear, and finally negotiate the price and select the "goods" ".

After waiting for about five minutes, the iron door opened again, and a West Asian Arab with a sinister face, sunken eye sockets, a hooked nose, and a big beard walked out. This was Sal.

After seeing Ahmed, his already gloomy face became even gloomier. It was obvious that the two of them were not just acquaintances, but seemed to be having some trouble. Sean came to a conclusion instantly through micro-expression observation.

"Damn Ahmed, you're not dead yet?"

The tone was harsh, with a bit of disgust, and the first sentence that followed made the atmosphere a little tense, and confirmed Sean's judgment.

Ahmed shrugged indifferently: "You seem unhappy to see that I'm not dead yet?"

Sal's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water, and he said fiercely: "You damn Shia traitor, aren't you afraid that I will kill you? This is my territory!"

In an instant, the horse boy behind him raised his rifle and pointed it at the two of them. It seemed that Sal's words were all it took to beat the two of them into pieces.

Although Sean didn't know what was going on between them, it was obviously not his habit to sit still and wait for death. He took the assault rifle behind his back and pointed it at Sal: "Sir, I think you should let your men calm down. , we are not here to cause trouble.”

When their eyes met, Sean's murderous gaze was as sharp as a sharp knife, and Sal had the illusion that his eyes were hurting when he pierced through them.

Ahmed opened his spacious robe, revealing several MK-‖ defensive grenades hanging on his body. Being old will not reduce his deterrence. The visible sweat on Sal's face said everything.

The MK-‖ defensive grenade was the grenade with the largest production volume and the widest range of equipment produced by the United States during World War II. It was improved from the MK-| As a defensive grenade, the MK-‖ grenade is loaded with 57 grams of TNT explosive. There are ten longitudinal grooves and three horizontal grooves on the projectile body. There are prefabricated anti-personnel fragments, with a killing radius of more than ten meters. .

In other words, these "old men" brought by Ahmed have very hot tempers. Once they detonate, everyone present will definitely be dead if nothing happens.

Sal swallowed, asked his men to put away their guns, and asked aloud: "Damn Ahmed, I knew nothing good would happen when I met you, but you obviously didn't come here specifically. I’m desperate, so tell me, what do you want from me?”

Sean put away the rifle and said, "I heard your goods are good. I need some good goods."

!! (Arabic: damn guy.)
  Sal cursed secretly and said, "Of course I have good products here, but my prices are not cheap either."

Iraq is made up of West Asian Arabs and Kurds. Shiites are basically Arabs, and Kurds are basically Sunnis. So they actually have two language forms, one is Arabic and the other is Kurdish.

(End of this chapter)