Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 5 Attack on the Road
  "No, no, my friend, don't be so anxious..."

Ahmed turned his head and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Sean? I paid for it, don't even think about changing your mind!"

Sean shrugged and said: "Of course not. I am a businessman who abides by professional ethics. I just want to ask if you know anyone. I think I should change my location. After all, this place is too shabby. "

Ahmed stared at Sean like he was looking at a fool: "You mean you want to buy a piece of land? In Baghdad?"

"Yes, you heard it right, doing business in such a shabby place is not a good choice, is it?" Sean spread his hands and said helplessly: "I only knew you in Iraq, so... um..."

Ahmed thought for a while and felt a little embarrassed: "But you should know that I am so poor that I can't even buy bullets. I have nothing..."

"Don't belittle yourself, my friend. I believe in your energy. You once served in the 36th Commando Battalion, didn't you? You should know some people, well, at least it shouldn't be difficult for you to make connections."

Before he could finish his troubled words, Sean waved his hand to interrupt and immediately gave him a series of compliments.

Ahmed immediately took advantage of it and said: "Haha, of course, I know a lieutenant colonel from the 26th Brigade. He was a recruit in the same batch as me. I can introduce you to him!"

Sean said: "Thank you my friend, you can take ten more cannonballs as my thank you gift!"

"Haha, I am very satisfied with your thank you gift. I can take you to see him now!"

Then Sean carried more than 1 US dollars that he had saved during this period, and took a Garand M1214 semi-automatic rifle and four magazines from the warehouse. Finally, he also carried a Ka-Bar combat dagger. Then he took Ahmed out.

Sean proudly pointed to the tattered pickup truck seized last night and said, "Where is the destination? Let's drive there!"

In Baghdad, the most popular items are not expensive and exquisite luxury cars, but these shabby-looking pickup trucks and some three-wheeled motorcycles. Firstly, they are cheap, and secondly, they are durable and easy to use.

Of course, such a cheap guy must be used by an armed force with a certain strength. As for a cannon fodder character like Ahmed, it can be described in one sentence: transportation basically relies on walking, and communication basically relies on shouting.

"Honey, where did you get it?"

Sean shrugged and said, "A group of lunatics broke into a house last night."

Hearing this, Ahmed didn't ask any questions. In a place like Baghdad, the so-called breaking into private houses is nothing new. It's just that the owners of most houses have been killed, and Sean killed him instead. , nothing special.

As for why Sean can fight back?

Come on, only a young bird can ask this kind of question. Sean can open a shabby gun shop in this place and live peacefully for such a long time without any skills. Why should he?

The three of them moved their things into the car. Ahmed sat in the passenger seat, then took out a box of American Spirit from his breast pocket, took out one stick in his mouth, and then moved toward Sean. He gestured: "It smells like it comes from a capitalist country."

Sean shook his head and refused: "I don't like the American spirit, China is my favorite!"

He took out the white box and Hongtashan shook it and said, "Look, this is a gift from the red will!"

He took one out and flicked it to his mouth, holding it firmly. Then he took out a Zorro lighter from his pocket and flicked it around. After turning it around in his hand, he lit the cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a puff with an intoxicated look on his face. Slowly spit it out.

Seeing his appearance, Ahmed shook his head and nodded the American spirit on his lips and said: "Sean, if it weren't for knowing who you are, I would definitely think that you are not smoking cigarettes now, but white powder!"

Sean opened his eyes and said melancholy: "You won't understand, I long for that place, but unfortunately, I don't have the chance..."

He had longed for it in his last life, but unfortunately he was destined not to go there. In this life, after integrating the memory of the original owner, he had more complex feelings for that great country, but his career was already destined, and he would never have the chance. Go there, even just to take a look or walk around...

With a sigh, Sean turned around and asked: "Where are we going now?" Ahmed said: "The Central Racecourse, he should be there now."

"OK, fasten your seat belt and sit tight my friend!"

boom!
  After that, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and a deep roar came from the old pickup truck engine, which seemed to tell people that he was not old!

A strong pushing sensation came in an instant, which frightened the black guy in the back seat to tremble and keep mumbling something.

There are no speed limits or traffic lights in Baghdad. Just drive as fast as possible. If you hit someone, you will be unlucky. If you hit a wall, you will be unlucky. Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth is in the sky. Keep the accelerator to the lowest limit and just drive as fast as possible. Damn it!

"Oh, Sean, your car is amazing! I really want to lie on it and kiss you!"

"Damn it, you'd better not get your dirty saliva on my car, or I'm going to slap your ass hard!"

This pickup truck seemed to have been modified by someone and had a large displacement, which really gave Sean a big surprise.

boom!
  Suddenly, a cluster of sparks exploded from the bumper of the car, which frightened Sean and Ahmed and quickly lowered their heads.

"Get down! Sniper!"

From the corner of his eye, Sean suddenly caught a glimpse of the black guy reflected in the rearview mirror actually making a move to open the door and get out of the car. He was so angry that he immediately shouted angrily: "Fake Squid! Take care of your rookie! Otherwise I will send him to God now!”

Sean stepped on the accelerator hard, and the gear was fully engaged. What he had to do at this time was to increase the speed of the car as fast as possible, instead of opening the door and getting out of the car, otherwise the sniper would be very grateful for the gift from the fool.

"Damn it, if you don't want to live anymore, I will send you to see Allah now, and lie down!"

Ahmed took out his pistol and pointed it hard at the frightened black guy, and said viciously: "You bastard, get down here and don't move!"

Da da da……

A series of bullets flew from a distance, hitting the pickup truck and causing a series of sparks.

"Four o'clock, AK47! Lots of them! Fake Squid, did you offend someone?"

When Sean heard this familiar voice that echoed throughout Iraq all year round, he immediately roared at Ahmed.

Firearms like the AK47 have never represented government forces in Baghdad. They are either reactionary armed forces or gangsters. These guys all have one thing in common, that is, they hold grudges. In short, none of them are easy to deal with.

"Faq, I have offended too many people, you ask me? How do I know?" Ahmed replied irritably, lowering his head.

"Damn it, no matter who it is, I will bear this grudge! Dare to attack an arms dealer! When I turn around, I will definitely send them to hell to repent for what they did today!"

"Damn it, let's survive first!"

call out!
  Sean was just about to speak when he saw a man in rags suddenly running out in front, carrying a 56-type 40mm rocket launcher on his shoulder, well, commonly known as 40-mm rocket launcher!
  "Fake! RPG!!"

Sean's ghost emerged and roared wildly.

The shells pierced the sky with a unique tail flame, followed by a huge impact. The dilapidated pickup truck was immediately overturned and rolled out of control for several times before falling to the ground. The window glass was shattered. On the ground, there were a few faint wailing sounds coming from inside.

(End of this chapter)