Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 12 Royal Special Boat Squadron
  Sean opened the money bag, revealing a stack of green banknotes, and Franklin's ugly face came into view.

Sal immediately walked over with a smile on his face and wanted to give Sean a big hug, but Sean dodged him calmly. He didn't care and laughed loudly: "Haha, my God, as long as you give me money, I will help you find whatever 'goods' you want!"

Sean raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then I'm quite looking forward to it."

"Of course, come with me sir, I will never let you down!" Sal led the two of them inside.

From the outside, this looks like a poor little house. After entering, there is first a small open space similar to a dam, and then you enter the back room. There is a narrow passage in the back room, and there are doors on both sides of the passage. It is somewhat similar to the internal layout of a hotel. The door in the second half has turned into an iron fence similar to a prison cell. You can see the internal situation from the outside, just like cages. Each room is crowded with people. It is enough to take a quick look. There are more than a dozen of them, with different ages, different skin colors, and different races.

The reason for this arrangement is to prevent the "goods" from communicating easily when they speak the same language, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles.

Sal pointed at a trembling black-haired white girl in one of the rooms and introduced with a smile: "See this, come from Australia, from a civilian family, with beautiful appearance and three-dimensional facial features, but she was a little disobedient at first. But don’t worry, we have already had professionals train you, and she won’t hesitate even if you ask her to kneel down and lick your toes!”

His smile had an indescribable BT feeling, and the subordinates around him also showed smiles that all men knew.

Sean followed his introduction and saw that the girl looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. At this age, she would be a high school student in China. She might have a fruitless relationship or act coquettishly in front of her parents. Acting cute.

It's a pity that here, she is just a "goods". If nothing happens, she will be spotted by a certain boss one day, and then she will be a corpse in the suburbs of Baghdad not long after, nothing more.

Sean was very sympathetic to this, but it was only sympathy. He would not try to rescue her. He was a businessman and a vampire, not a philanthropist.

They were about to take a look at the "goods" in other "cages" when the girl suddenly rushed over, clawing at the fence door, tears and snot dripping out of her nose, and shouted in horror: "Please help me!"

Please help me!

Seeing Ahmed next to him who seemed to have some sympathy, Sean patted him on the shoulder and said: "Ahmed, put away your pitiful sympathy, we are not kind Christians. , there are many people in the same situation as her. If you sympathize with her today, will you sympathize with others tomorrow? You have to know that there is no essential difference between us and them. Maybe one day, maybe tomorrow, we may It will be a corpse on the outskirts of Baghdad!"

Ahmed was stunned for a moment, then sighed silently, without saying anything, and just turned around and left with Sean, leaving only the desperate cry of the girl behind him.

Sean said seriously to Sal, who had a slightly disappointed look on his face: "Sir, please don't use these things to frustrate me anymore. What I need is a fearless warrior, not a helpless warrior." A strong woman, even if she is beautiful!”

Sal spread his hands and said, "Okay, come with me. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

In fact, he didn't have any hope for the "goods" here at first. After all, it was impossible for Sean and the two of them to come here for the so-called beauties. They were just giving it a try. If they really fell in love with someone, Yeah, that's a good profit, business is hard to do these days.

Walking further in, I turned a corner at the end of the corridor. This is the last room. This room is different from other rooms. The outside of this room is an iron security door, and there is no observation window or peephole, so you cannot see inside from the outside. , it is impossible to see out from inside, and there are two armed guards at the door.

As Sal waved his hand, the guard communicated with the code inside, and the door opened. The internal space was about one hundred square meters. The people inside were not free-range, but were locked in special iron cages. There are also five armed guards, which shows that the security is tight.

"Huh? It's interesting." Sean touched the stubble on his chin with a look of expectation in his eyes. Sal smiled and introduced: "Sir, these are elites from all over the world. Look at that white man..."

Sean followed his guidance and saw a white man with messy hair and a somewhat haggard appearance. Judging from his appearance, he was about thirty years old.

"This guy is a computer expert, well, that is, a hacker, a highly intelligent person!"

Sean wondered: "This is Iraq, we don't need hackers here."

Sal smiled mysteriously: "Hey, of course we don't need it here, but someone needs it, it's a big boss, and he spent a lot of money, so he appears here."

"Ok."

Sean didn't dwell too much on this issue. He turned his eyes. Some of the guys in these cages were old men, some were strong and fierce, and their expressions were different, either confused or calm.

Suddenly, Sean's eyes narrowed, he pointed at one of the guys in the cage and asked, "How much does this guy cost?"

I saw the guy in the cage leaning there like a rock, but it seemed that from the time they came in until now, the whole person was motionless, expressionless, and even his eyes rarely blinked, looking more like a corpse than a living person.

Sean keenly smelled a strong scent of the same kind on him, this guy must be a good player.

Sal glanced at it and said, "One thousand dollars!"

"Fake!"

Sean swore: "Damn, are you a vampire? This is too expensive!"

Sal said dissatisfied: "Damn, Chinese, you have to know that this guy is an absolutely good fighter. He once served in SBS. You should understand how valuable he is. One thousand US dollars is really enough." It’s cheaper!”

SBS: The Imperial Royal Special Boat Squadron, the full English name is Special Boat Section. This force originated from the Imperial Royal Marines during World War II. In 1942, they sent a team to raid the port of Bordeaux occupied by the Germans. Although the temporary maritime boat commando suffered heavy casualties in the end, it succeeded in causing heavy losses to the German ships. From then on, this unit became famous and was affectionately called the "boat warriors" by the people who never set the sun. After development, it became Now known as SBS, this special force has participated in almost all maritime combat operations in all theaters. Today, its total number has reached more than 400, and its scope of activities spans the world. They all start from the Royal Marines when they join the army. Fill out the volunteer application to join SBS. However, on average, only one out of every thirty people can be selected. The competition is very fierce and the selection criteria are very strict. They are one of the most elite special forces in the Empire where the sun never sets, and are the true T1 level in the world. of special forces.

As for why he appeared here and became the cargo in Sal's cage, Sean didn't care about it. He was just a little surprised that this guy dared to kidnap and sell members of the SBS army. Is he really not afraid? Die? Even if he is a retired personnel, there is absolutely no reason why he dares to kidnap and sell them openly!
  Of course, I don't need to care about his life or death now. We have to capture this excellent combatant first.

Sean shook his head pretending to be helpless: "Of course, I believe he is good enough, but my arms company is expanding, I have to be careful with my budget, and I need people very much, now and in the future!"

Um? Arms company?

(End of this chapter)