Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 43 I am so kind!
  At this time, pedestrians were in a hurry on the road, and for fear of getting into trouble, Simon mixed in with the crowd and left with the crowd. When he got to the block, he could see that there were already a large number of military police on the street and began to rush away to the scene of the incident. Simon's expression remained unchanged and he was safe and sound. He turned into an alley, and after many twists and turns, he appeared at the other end of the alley. This was already the next street. He casually stole a broken pickup truck and drove away.

……

"Damn guys, a bunch of idiots, let me get to the bottom of it, find the assassin, and kill him. I want to see who dares to be so arrogant in Baghdad!"

Muhammad Ayoubi roared at the police chief angrily, with a ferocious look on his face.

"This damn bug, he killed my important partner and ruined my plan. I want him to die, he must die!"

The police chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded hurriedly, for fear that the boss would vent his anger on himself.

A dilapidated pickup truck sped out of Baghdad like a beast out of its cage, and was then abandoned on a trail.

After abandoning the car, Simon took a remote path on foot to an abandoned factory in the east.

The exterior of the factory still looks unchanged, with a sense of dilapidation. On the large rusty iron door is written in English: Baige Private Security Consulting Company.

boom!
  As soon as Simon reached a position three hundred meters away from the gate, a sniper rifle bullet was shot next to him. This was a warning.

No one else, please stay away!
  Simon didn't care. He first raised his hands to show that he had no malice, and then began to take off his disguise. Although his face still looked a little shady, his figure and blond hair were eye-catching enough. Zhang Jun, who was on guard duty, recognized them at a glance. Immediately go downstairs and help him open the door.

Although Zhang Jun was a little curious when he saw Simon's appearance, he didn't ask any more questions because he knew Simon's character, which was always so silent. He even wondered whether this guy was suffering from PTSD, but besides being relatively silent He didn't show much other than that, and the Boss didn't mention it, so he wasn't too troublesome.

Simon nodded to Zhang Jun who opened the door, thanked him and went straight to Sean's office.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Enter!"

In the office, Sean was drinking instant coffee and watching the news. When he heard a knock on the door, he knew that it was Simon who had returned from completing his mission, because at this time, the person reported on was none other than a member of the Iraqi National Assembly. He was assassinated this morning and unfortunately died!
  Seeing Simon's somewhat embarrassed attire, Sean nodded with satisfaction: "Simon, you did a good job. Look, what a perfect assassination. I will pay you the commission later. Now go and wash up and rest."

"it is good."

Simon nodded and went straight to clean himself up.

After Simon left, Sean picked up his phone and called Sal. After one ring, he was connected directly. Sal's voice, who was obviously in a good mood, came from the other side.

"Haha, Sean, that's great. You know what? Your company is so efficient. Oh my god, I didn't even react!"

Listening to the cheerful voice on the other side, Sean smiled and said: "Of course, Sal, we are friends. I always pay the most attention to efficiency in matters entrusted by friends. If you still need this in the future, you can continue to contact me." , our company has the best employees who can help you solve all kinds of problems!" Sal said generously: "Haha, I know, I know Sean, our friendship is as solid as a rock, there is no doubt about it! You put the account Give it to me and I’ll send you the money right away!”

Seeing that the other party was so straightforward, Sean was a little surprised. He rolled his eyes and began to pay attention to other things: "OK! I will send you the account later. By the way, now Lucius Septimi Us is dead, don’t you want to swallow up the property that originally belonged to him? This is a big fat piece of meat!”

After hearing this, Sal on the other side was silent for a long time before saying: "To be honest, I do have this idea, but I dare not put it into practice because I haven't lived enough yet. It's a hot potato. At least I don't have it yet. I am not qualified to touch it, otherwise there will be many people who want me dead. I do not have the status of a member of Congress. Of course, it is still possible to tear off a small piece of flesh, but the weapons and equipment are not enough now. I am afraid I can only drink some soup. ”

Sean's eyes immediately lit up, and his whole body became more energetic.

"Hey, man, have you forgotten what I do? I'm an arms dealer. It doesn't matter if you don't have enough weapons and equipment. I can sell them to you, and I can also provide you with military support when necessary. How about, if you want to purchase If you buy a batch, I can give you a 20% discount!"

Sal smiled bitterly and said: "Sean, of course I know you are an arms dealer, but I have no money, and I still have to pay you half a million dollars. The two-headed snake, those damn guys brought it to me some time ago. Huge loss, I am already a pauper!”

Once he heard that the other party really had no money, the smile on Sean's face immediately disappeared, he frowned, and his thoughts started racing.

If the other party has money to buy equipment, then he will definitely be able to make a huge profit, and the other party will definitely be deceived by him and empty his pockets. But the key problem is that the other party seems to really have no money.

How can I make the other party have money to buy my equipment?

After thinking for a long time, I had no idea. I couldn't give him credit. Although I wasn't afraid that he wouldn't give it, I couldn't open the door.

"Well, man, there's nothing I can do about it."

Sal thought things would turn around, but unexpectedly, this guy immediately became cold and cursed in his mind, "Damn arms dealer, cold-blooded vampire! Capitalist!" However, his tone didn't mean anything, and he hurriedly cursed. After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.

"Fuck, you poor bitch!"

After hanging up the phone, Sean cursed, sent the bank account to the other party, and threw the phone aside.

His eyes were rolling. Most of the orders he had received recently were mission commissions from PMC. He didn't sell many arms and weapons. This was not good. He was determined to make the arms business bigger and stronger!

No, I can't wait for customers to come to my door like this. I should find a group of people to help me sell the arms. And it's not enough for the company to only have three or two big cats and kittens. We have to recruit people!
  And it can no longer be like the current situation, where the monthly salary is uniformly 30,000 US dollars. There must be an assessment system. Those who are capable will receive a higher salary and enjoy better benefits, and those who are not capable will be given a slightly lower salary.

Damn it, I am so kind. Looking at the employees of big companies such as Clover, Blackwater, EO, etc., the highest salary barely reaches 20,000 US dollars!

(End of this chapter)