Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 20 Sora
  Basra is the second largest city in Iraq and the largest seaport. It can berth more than 20 10,000-ton seagoing ships at the same time. At the same time, Basra is also the only hub connecting the Persian Gulf and the inland water system. It also has a nice name, called "Venice of the East".

Sean held the Genta Mountain in his mouth while violently beating the horn to a rapid rhythm, cursing and complaining: "Fake, if I had known earlier, I would have brought a rocket launcher or mortar over, and then I would have killed these people with one shot. Send all the bastards blocking the road to heaven!"

The international airport in Basra is still very safe because it is currently controlled by the US military.

Because Simon currently has no identification, they need to find a local gang first and ask them to help them get a fake identity, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

Sean drove the car out of the downtown area in a zigzag manner, and finally stopped in front of an abandoned factory.

This is the location given by Ahmed before coming here, where a smuggler is located.

As soon as the two got out of the car, a thin guy came out. He looked at the two of them up and down with vigilant eyes. His eyes focused on the rifles in their hands and the black travel bag that Simon was carrying. He looked a little cold. asked: "Who are you?"

"Take me to Sora."

The guy asked in confusion: "Sora? Who is Sora?"

Sean walked forward impatiently, waved his hand and hit him with an electric cannon, making him dizzy. He grabbed the other person's hair, brought his head closer, and cursed viciously: "Fake Squid, you stinking piece of shit! You are Do you want to die? This is his territory and you tell me you don’t know him?”

Then he pulled out his pistol, opened the safety and stuffed it roughly into his mouth: "I'm not a patient guy. Tell me, where is Sora?"

The violent murderous intention scared the guy's eyes with fear and he waved his hands repeatedly.

Sean pulled the pistol out of his mouth and said in a ferocious voice: "Listen, if you try my patience again, you bastard, I will send you to hell!"

The guy was terrified and screamed: "No, no, no, I know, I know! I'll take you there, don't kill me!"

Sean then pushed him away: "Smart guys usually don't end well!"

The guy breathed heavily and said with fear in his eyes: "I know, I know, I will take you to see Sora right now!"

After entering the factory, the three of them twisted around and entered a room that seemed quite spacious. The guy took Sean and the two of them there and hurriedly exited.

Sean ignored him and looked at the room. There was only one table and two shabby sofas in the whole room. Because of the large space and few furniture, it looked a bit empty. There was a girl with strange tattoos all over her body and a delicate face. A very charming and uniquely beautiful woman was sitting behind the table with her legs crossed on the table and playing with a silver revolver in her hand.

"How about the Smith & Wesson M500, a cannon in the palm of your hand? Isn't it beautiful?"

Seeing Sean and others coming in, the woman asked confusedly.

Sean shrugged and said: "The little guns in the pistol world certainly have different charms, but I'm not here to discuss this with you, Sola."

In fact, Sean was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the target this time was actually a woman, and a woman with such a "personality".

Sora put down the revolver in his hand, stood up, walked to the two of them on catwalk, and said in a seductive tone: "Oh? So what do you want me to do? I can do anything~"

Sean was not moved at all. He went to the shabby sofa and sat down: "I need an identity document that can withstand inspection. I heard from Ahmed that you can help me." Just kidding, what woman has Sean not seen in his two lifetimes? This little trick won't test Sean.

Sora stuck to it like a candy, sat down next to Sean, crossed his long legs, and exhaled: "Of course you can, but you have to make people satisfied~"

Snapped!
  Sean snapped his fingers. Simon unzipped the travel bag he had been carrying and put it in front of Sean. Sean grabbed a stack of U.S. dollars and threw it into Sola's arms. The latter was unmoved, but his eyes were fixed. Staring at the travel bag, his eyes were full of greed.

Sean smiled, took out two more stacks and threw them over. The latter still didn't say anything. He continued to throw them, but there was no response. He continued to throw them, but there was still no response. Obviously, this was not enough to satisfy the other party's appetite.

Sean shook his head: "Oh, what a greedy woman."

Sola retracted her eyes that were fixed on the travel bag: "Women are always difficult to satisfy, aren't they?"

"satisfy?"

Sean sneered, stood up, and pressed his upper body against the other person in an ambiguous posture similar to a wall-dong. His head was close to him, and the tips of his noses were almost in close contact. He took a deep sniff of the other person's breath: "Then do you want to More satisfaction?”

Sola looked at each other without hesitation and said, "If you can do it, of course I won't mind."

Snapped!
  Sean suddenly changed his face, raised his hand and slapped her away with a loud mouth, then stretched out his left hand to roughly pull her hair, forcibly lifted her to stand up, and came closer, with his right hand on her butt. He pulled out a Kaba MK2 fighting dagger and pressed it on the opponent's face: "You Bichi! You are so shameless, I have to be hard, shit, do you think I won't do something to a woman?"

"Cough...cough..."

Sora was stunned for a moment by the beating, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he revealed the ferocity of a wolf: "Have the ability to kill me!"

If you can, kill me!

She is not a soft persimmon. For a woman to be able to subdue those unruly men is enough to show that she is not simple. She is not afraid of death. Having climbed from the bottom of poverty to her current position, she knows very well that poverty, More terrible than death!
  Sean understood the other party's expression. It was obvious that the other party was not the kind of person who was afraid of death, nor did he care about appearance like other women. Even if he disfigured and executed her today, he still could not make her surrender. This was a tough one. .

Sean released his grip on the hair, pushed him down on the sofa, inserted the dagger back into the holster on his butt, and said: "Fifty thousand dollars, help me solve the identity problem, the price is not low, you can still Gaining the friendship of an arms dealer.”

Sola straightened his collar and hair, stared at Sean in surprise and said, "Are you an arms dealer?"

Sean leaned close to her ear and said softly: "Of course, this condition should be enough to satisfy you, right?"

Feeling the itching in his ears, Sora stretched out his hands and hooked Sean's neck, hung his weight on Sean, twisted and sat on Sean, turning his back on the guest, with a charming voice: "Okay, but we need some weapons. Well... we need many, many weapons, including guns and cannons~"

Grass! What a monster this is!

Sean said: "I can give you a 20% discount and give you two boxes of bullets or ten cannonballs."

Sola sat completely on Sean, feinting with the ball, and exhaled like a blue: "Can't it be cheaper? It takes a lot of effort for people to do this for you~"

(End of this chapter)