Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 3 My brother, you are rich!
  The RGD-33 grenade is filled with 85 grams of TNT explosive inside, and there are three to four layers of fragment shells on the outside. Once it explodes, these fragments will fly out like a goddess scattering flowers in an instant. The black guy can even lie down at close range. He was also killed on the spot, and the militants following him looked horrified and seemed stunned on the spot.

Sean quickly emerged from the stairs, knelt down on one knee, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger. His movements were skillful and smooth.

Bang bang bang bang!

Six shots were fired rapidly, and the two militants fell down, shot in the chest, and died on the spot.

After finishing the rapid fire, Sean immediately retracted his body and quickly left the place to change the magazine. As soon as he retracted, a series of bullets hit his original position, and wood chips flew into the air.

Then there was a burst of angry curses.

The gunfire stopped temporarily, and the entire gun store fell into an eerie silence. Sean calmly listened to the footsteps outside in the corner.

Sean held his breath and hid in the corner, waiting patiently for the prey to come to him. It was best not to attack rashly at this time. Even if the AK in the opponent's hand seemed to be about to be scrapped, a bite would still be fatal.

Suddenly, a big foot wearing worn-out military boots came into view, followed by a black face covered with sweat. Sean grabbed the other person's neck and dragged him into the corner with all his strength. He clasped his hands and retracted his arms. Tight, the dark face was red from suppressing it. He wanted to struggle to make a sound but couldn't muster the strength at all. He only felt that his eyelids were heavy and he had no power to resist. He was strangled and passed out in a few seconds. Sean's face was expressionless. He continued to exert force on his hand, and finally let go of his arm after nearly ten seconds.

Gracie Jiu-Jitsu – Naked Choke!
  Downstairs, seeing that there was no movement from upstairs for a long time, and the silent stairs were like the mouth of an abyss swallowing life, the leader finally couldn't sit still anymore, so he picked up the AK and prepared to play in person.

After Sean finished everything, he moved his position slowly and came to the corner of the bathroom, waiting for the other party.

The moonlight shone in through the window, stretching the leader's shadow. He licked his dry lips, feeling depressed. The strange environment made him a little unnatural, especially the "corpse" of his companions made him feel even more huge. The pressure was on, there was no sound, there were no wounds on the "corpse", and there was a strange serenity on the face. This unusual thing made the sweat beads slowly fall from his forehead, and he felt like flinching.

He stopped next to the toilet, carefully rubbed the corners of his eyes covered with sweat with his arm, and blinked hard. The huge psychological pressure even made him feel dizzy.

call!
  Suddenly, two strong arms stretched out from the toilet, grabbed the front end of the Ak in his hand, and quickly pulled the trigger with the other hand so that he could not fire. Then a long leg penetrated into his with a cunning sound. Crotch position.

boom!
  "Ouch...ho...hoho..."

The severe pain stimulated his nerves. On the spot, he subconsciously let go of his gripping hand and covered his crotch and fell to the ground. His strong body continued to tremble and twitch.

God is merciful, but Sean is not!

He immediately bowed his waist to ride on him, inserted his arms into the opponent's neck, clasped his hands, contracted hard, and twisted his back into a naked shape.

After strangling the opponent, he pulled out a brand-new machete from the opponent's butt and slit the throats of the guy who was suspected of being hanged in front of him, as well as the guys who were beaten to death first, and then dragged their bodies out to the other side. A throw on the street, a clap of the hands, and the farce ended.

What? Are you asking me if it won't stink if I leave it like this?

Relax man, everything will be back to normal tomorrow morning.

Next, it’s time to look at the trophies, a Nepalese machete and a pickup truck.

Well, to be more precise, it should be called the Gurkha scimitar. Gurkha soldiers have a special liking for this kind of scimitar. It is said that once this kind of scimitar is unsheathed, it must drink blood. An adult Gurkha man can chop off the head of a buffalo with one knife. If it cannot be chopped off with one knife, He will be looked down upon by others and not worthy of being called a man.

These Gurkhas, whose average height is basically only 1.6 meters, have a very special creed: It is better to die than to live cowardly!
  It can be seen from this creed that this is a nation with a tough character, and the Gurkha scimitar is very popular all over the world, especially those mercenaries who lick blood from the blade.

It symbolizes courage, iron blood, and killing!
  Sean wiped the scimitar until it was shiny and looked at Senhan's blade with satisfaction. Well, he likes this guy because he can get a lot of dollars.

I believe that no one in Baghdad would reject such a cute and charming guy!

Satisfied, he put away the machete and then ran to check the old, battered pickup truck. Well, the tires were thickened and it could still drive normally. Even the shortcomings of this thing were quite obvious, except for the horn. If it doesn't ring, it will ring everywhere. Of course, this does not affect the ability of this thing to be turned on.

With it, it will be more convenient in the future, such as door-to-door delivery and so on. Otherwise, there is no transportation. Have you ever seen such a down-and-out arms dealer?

Take a look at Northrop Grumman. They have their own agency in Baghdad, which is heavily guarded and has an elite team as security. Let’s not talk about the things they sell. Let’s just say that a large company like them is responsible for Rescue only requires a phone call. Even if you are surrounded by reactionary armed forces, you can be rescued safely. After-sales service, door-to-door delivery, etc.

Take a look at yourself, a shabby gun shop filled with antiques from World War II and World War I. There is no after-sales service, no delivery, and no security.

Now Sean can only feel envious, but he believes that with the help of his system and means, sooner or later he will be able to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!
  Taking back his thoughts, the already dilapidated shop has been beaten into even more dilapidated condition. Alas, these days, it’s so frustrating.

The next day, around ten o'clock in the morning, Sean leaned lazily behind the counter.

"Hey Sean, my friend, are you glad to see that I'm not dead?"

Ahmed's rough voice came from the door, with a hint of pride, and beside him was a young-looking black guy, carrying an M1 rifle on his back, and his clothes were in tatters and strips. , wearing obviously different worn-out boots, with a bit of childishness and ignorance in his big black eyes.

Sean's eyes lit up: "Oh, congratulations, my friend!"

Ahmed proudly took out a large stack of U.S. dollars, and Franklin's charming ugly face came into view, making Sean's eyes brighter.

"Haha, my friend, tell me what have you done? This tempting smell of US dollars is so charming!"

Ahmed said excitedly: "Haha, I made a big deal! I killed Haibatullah Hunza!"

Haibatullah Hunza?

This name Sean is not unfamiliar. This guy was included in the wanted list issued by the US military, ranking 25th.

Haibatullah Hunza graduated from Yarmouk University in Jordan. He is a bomb expert and demolition genius. He once participated in sniping and killing US soldiers on the streets of Ramadi in Baghdad, causing many US soldiers to be injured or even killed. He was so insane that he planned multiple attacks against the U.S. military and was wanted around the world, with a bounty of up to 280,000 US dollars!
  Sean's golden eyes stared intently at Ahmed's rough face: "My brother, you are rich!"

(End of this chapter)