Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 13 Simon Jones
  Sal rolled his eyes, and a friendly smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said enthusiastically: "Hi, dear sir, we are friends, aren't we? Since we are friends, can we cooperate more deeply? For example, if you Sell ​​me a batch of weapons at a reasonable price, and he will be yours, how about that?"

Sean immediately beamed: "Well, of course, we are friends and there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future!"

Although Sean was a little surprised that the other party suddenly changed his attitude, he didn't want to give up the easy-to-hand benefits. As for why the other party was so eager, he wouldn't care so much, but as a businessman, since he is doing business. You have to have a business attitude.

After pondering for a moment, Sean continued: "Believe my friend, my goods are definitely good goods, but I will not sell them in small quantities, because that will not make much profit. I am not one of those bugs who sell alone."

Um? It seems that there is someone behind this Chinese guy. You know, only big arms dealers would be ashamed to sell alone. Could this guy be an agent of some arms giant who came to open up the market?
  Sal was quick-thinking, but it didn't show on his face at all. He put his arm around Sean's shoulders cordially and said, "Of course, my friend, as long as your goods are good enough, I will definitely place a large order with you. We can Long-term cooperation!"

Sean nodded with satisfaction and said, "Of course that's good, I want this person."

Sal immediately waved his hand to the guard on the side. After receiving the instruction, the guard fumbled for a bunch of keys from his waist, selected one of them, and released the "living dead" locked in the cage.

This guy was silent the whole time. After he came out, he just moved his hands and feet. He took a deep look at Sean and then stood aside without saying much.

Sal smiled awkwardly and explained: "Well...he's like this. He hasn't said a word since he was sent here. He hasn't even changed his posture since he entered the cage, but his fighting ability will definitely not be a problem."

Sean nodded and didn't dwell on the issue. He just waved his hand and said, "Okay, we should go."

Sal said: "Uh... aren't you taking a look? There are all good goods here!"

Sean shook his head and said: "No, no, no, my friend, my vision is very accurate, very accurate. He is the only one I like. As for other goods, to be blunt, they are just trash in my eyes." That’s all, they are not worth taking back. In fact, if you can get good ones like SBS, SAS, DG, Delta, Alpha, Signal Flag, GRU, etc., I promise I won’t even blink an eye. , buy them all!”

What a joke, let’s see again? My wallet doesn’t allow it!
  In fact, this time is definitely a huge profit for Sean. The combat capabilities of SBS soldiers are absolutely unparalleled. This army will not produce a waste, and he never expected such a personal trafficker. I still have such a good product in my hand.

Sal's eyes twitched: "Damn, you are asking too much. You must know that this guy got into my hands because of some accidents. I don't dare to kidnap soldiers from these troops to sell them, otherwise I will definitely die ugly. Yes, even God can’t save me!”

Sean nodded: "Okay, we can only cooperate in the future. My company is currently located to the west of the Shia ghetto. It used to be a factory, so it is easy to find."

Sal said helplessly: "Okay, I will go there in a few days."

Watching Sean and the others leave, Sal murmured: "The arms dealer is good..."

On the way back, the "Living Dead" still said nothing and just followed the two of them silently. Although he looked a little haggard, his pace was steady.

Sean turned around and asked, "What's your name?"

The Living Dead: "Simon, Simon Jones."

"It's a very good name. Can you tell me why you are here?" Sean complimented casually and continued to ask.

Simon was silent for a long time and then said in a low voice: "They are all dead..."

Sean frowned and didn't ask any more questions. It was obvious that Simon was a guy with a story. Maybe his reticence became like this after experiencing certain things. Of course, it might also be natural, but no matter No matter what, Sean was not going to delve into it.

"Would you like one? It tastes like an ancient country in the East."

Sean took out his cigarette box, pulled out three cigarettes, and handed them to Simon. When the other party waved, he took them back. He and Ahmed each lit one. After taking a deep breath, he said: "No matter what your past is, from now on, From now on, you are my person, my employee, I will pay you, but you have to do things for me." Simon said briefly: "Okay."

Silent all the way, the three of them returned to the factory. By chance, they found a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, dressed in rags, dirty, and thin, trying to look inside the factory on tiptoes. She seemed to be observing. Internal situation.

"Hey little one, being a thief is not a good choice."

Sean's face darkened and he immediately yelled.

The little guy was startled. He turned around and waved to Sean and the other three: "No, I'm not Mr. Thief. I'm here to see my uncle. He works here."

Sean frowned and raised his hand to gesture to Ahmed. The latter understood and immediately aimed the gun, his eyes locked on the little guy.

There are no old, young, women, and children in Iraq. Anyone can be a danger. Sometimes a half-grown child or a weak woman poses a greater threat than a strong man, because if you don’t take off the other person’s clothes, you will never Know whether the opponent has a bomb tied to his body and a series of deadly threats!
  "Okay, now take off your clothes and tell me, what is your name and where are you from?"

The little girl was a little scared when the black gun was pointed at her. She took off her clothes and pants obediently, leaving only a bra and a small panty. Then she replied: "My name is Bra, and my uncle is a worker inside. I...I came to seek refuge with him..."

Sean shook his head: "No, the Huaxia factory has been closed. This is my territory now. As for your uncle, he is not here with me. Put on your clothes and go back."

"what?"

Bra was a little surprised and a little lost: "How could this happen..."

After being disappointed for a moment, he immediately raised his head and asked cautiously: "Sir, do you still need people in your territory? I came to my uncle just to ask him to introduce me to work in the factory. I have no place to go." Already..."

Sean laughed silently and said: "Little guy, I am an arms dealer, not a philanthropic person who runs a welfare home. You can't find a job here, so leave now."

Bra opened her mouth, then squatted on the ground slumped, sobbing sadly: "But...but my family were all killed in the bombing, and now my uncle can't be found. I want to live..."

The thin shoulders kept shaking, and the gentle sobs were heartbreaking.

Ahmed suddenly spoke to Sean and said: "Hey, Sean, we only have combatants here now, and I won't help you carry arms part-time."

"Fake, don't teach me how to do things!" Sean cursed, then took a sip of Gentashan, and scolded Bra who was still squatting there and sobbing softly: "Shut up!"

The little girl was so frightened that she trembled and hurriedly covered her mouth. She stared at Sean with a pair of big clear eyes, waiting for the upcoming judgment of fate.

"Put on your clothes. From now on, you will be our company's porter. You can take five hundred dollars from me every month, but if you do not do well, I will not hesitate to remove you from the job." Throw it out here, do you understand?"

The little girl could hardly believe her ears. She immediately burst into tears of joy. She hurriedly stood up and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you sir. I will try my best to do a good job. Thank you, you are a good person!"

What can you do with five hundred dollars in Iraq?
  It can buy ten acres of land, more than several AKs and several bullets!

This salary can be said to be very conscientious!
  (End of this chapter)