Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 2 The black uncle who has trouble with Sean
  "Damn, you are still so stingy, we are good friends, aren't we?" Ahmed complained slightly dissatisfiedly when he saw the number of bullets.

"Listen, it's because we are friends that you were able to take two M1 rifles from me last time. Otherwise, you would not be able to take anything but yourself!"

"Okay, you're right..."

Ahmed left, with a trace of determination in his melancholy eyes. He tried to pretend to be free and easy, but this could not conceal his desolation and despair...

Once upon a time, Iraq was the world's fourth largest oil producer, and it could be said that there was gold everywhere, but that was all in the past. Now all that is left in Iraq is a hail of bullets and refugees...

Sean silently stared at his back for a moment, his face expressionless, his eyes glaring like a wolf, looking a bit sinister, with a blazing fire of ambition burning inside.

"This business is not easy to do..."

In Iraq, a land of only 43.7 square kilometers, there are countless arms dealers.

Almost all the world's top arms giants have agents in this country. Mercenaries, government troops and reactionary armed forces will buy weapons and equipment from them, while those lonely arms dealers can only eat scraps. Maybe one day I don’t know where he died, and he didn’t even have a body bag...

In the Middle East, as long as you have money, you can be the emperor. Money means everything!
  And Sean happens to be a lonely man. He has no big company to back him up, so he can only rely on himself for everything. The antiques in his hands are not popular here, and few people are willing to spend their lives to experience the power of these antiques.

And Ahmed is a guy who is willing to spend his life to experience the antiques of World War II. There is no other reason than that he is poor and can't even afford bullets. He is not qualified to choose better weapons, so they go back and forth. We also became familiar with each other.

It is said that this guy was once a soldier of the 36th Assault Battalion in Iraq. Of course, Sean still believes it a little. Although this guy is usually not good at anything, he is very poor, and he is very poor. He smelled of "the same kind", but he shuttled on the battlefield every day, and he was still alive and kicking. He even suffered very few injuries. At least they had never seen this guy injured since they met.

The 36th Iraqi Commando Battalion is Iraq's special forces. They have the advantages of well-equipped and extremely high combat literacy. It is said that they found the location of Al Qaeda's No. 3 figure.

Of course, Sean definitely doesn't want Ahmed to die. It's not because of friendship, just a little bit. This guy is his only regular customer at the moment.

Sean glanced at the approaching darkness outside and closed the door with a long stick. Remember not to show up casually here. Sometimes snipers don't necessarily only kill enemies.

Sean returned to his room. The room was dark and gloomy. There was nothing he could do about it. The light bulb was just a decoration here. Except for some important units, Baghdad was basically without power.

Sean lay down on the bed. There was a Colt M1911 next to the pillow, and a box of ammunition next to the bed. Here, even when sleeping, one must always be vigilant.

Baghdad is even crazier at night, and only cute firearms can give people a sense of security.

Darkness can always release the madness in people's hearts more completely!

Even though he was on the second floor, he could still hear the roar of guns and the wails of pain coming from outside, mixed with some laughter. He carefully opened a window and looked out.

On the muddy road, a pickup truck was parked crookedly. Several guys in colorful clothes and face scarves were holding AKs in their hands, howling and laughing wantonly. The body lying on the ground beside it was beaten beyond recognition, and it could only be seen from the feet. The Danner military boots on the man's body indicate that he must be a government soldier.

Iraq's individual soldiers have a wide variety of equipment. Because this country does not have a strong enough military industry, all their weapons and equipment are purchased from other countries.

The sales price of Dana military boots on Amazon or Xobao is about 130 US dollars, but in Iraq they can be sold for a high price of 300 US dollars!
  What concept?
  It’s more than twice as expensive!
  Here, only money is the truth, but money is also the most worthless thing. "Huck, go clean it up and help me take off those Danner boots. These are great treasures!"

Following this sound, a black guy roughly pulled off his military boots and ran to the passenger side to claim credit.

The door of the old pickup truck let out an overwhelmed groan. A thick arm came into view first, and then a figure as strong as an ox came out.

If nothing else, there will be an accident now.

After getting out of the car, this guy glanced around for a while, and then he didn't know whether he was crazy or something. He suddenly grabbed the AK from the younger brother's hand and started shooting at rows of second-floor windows!

Da da da……

"Fuck, crazy!"

Sean quickly rolled back...

Puff ping ping ping pong...

The bullet hit the window and sparks shot out from the wall.

Although he escaped the opponent's random shooting, this also caused his position to be exposed.

"Huck, go check upstairs. I smell the offal. Find him and kill him!"

As a top special operations expert, Sean would certainly not expose himself due to peeping issues, but who the hell would have thought of running into a lunatic?
  What a coincidence, Sean didn't expect it. He just felt that he was extremely unlucky. In his previous life, the mission failed and he died in the hands of the black uncle. Now he met a psychopath again. The guys opposite him were still a group of black uncles. This made him feel miserable. He felt very unlucky!

Hearing the sound of banging on the door downstairs, he cursed secretly, quickly picked up the M1911 pistol, pulled the ammunition box over, took out two RGD-33 grenades and stuffed them into his pocket.

RGD-33 grenade, an old thing made by the Soviet Union during World War II. Well, the design of this old antique is very anti-human. You need to use one hand to push the safety plate to the left, and then use the other hand to hold the handle and push it hard. Pull it down and rotate it counterclockwise when looking down. The small red dot under the safety plate will be in the ready-to-fire state. Pull the safety plate over again to cover the red dot, so that the grenade is in the safe state.

This thing caused a lot of jokes during World War II. For example, some former Soviet soldiers threw grenades and waited for a long time. Well, this thing didn't explode at all.

Sean came to the corner of the stairs, looked at the overwhelmed store door calmly, waited until it was about to be smashed open, then violently pulled out the fuse and threw the grenade over.

"Damn it, grenade!"

The black guy who crashed in was so frightened when he saw the grenade flying towards him that he hurriedly held his head and threw it down.

Boom!

(End of this chapter)