Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 7 You are Chinese
  Sean knows that by relying solely on himself, he will never be able to become a low-level arms dealer, or an arms broker. If he wants to become bigger and stronger, he must cultivate his own power, and the Ahmed in front of him will definitely be A good partner. This guy has a reliable personality and a certain degree of friendship. Although his combat skills are slightly inferior to his own, he is still useful. After all, he is a guy from the special forces.

Another point is that this guy is poor, and living in such a miserable life shows that he does not have enough connections, and the conditions he promised hit the point.

Sure enough, when faced with Sean's conditions, he was moved.

"How much salary are you going to pay me?"

"I'll give you a fixed salary of five thousand US dollars. Of course, that's not all. You can also enjoy better dividends. Let's talk about it in detail later. This is not the place to talk."

This kind of salary may not be generous, but it is definitely sincere enough for Ahmed.

He is just a lonely man. He may die somewhere in Baghdad tomorrow and become a corpse. There will not even be anyone to collect the body!
  "Sounds good, I wish us a happy cooperation!" Ahmed agreed very readily, and without any in-depth consideration, he extended his palm to Sean.

Sean held the opponent's palm and smiled and said: "Believe me, buddy, you will not regret today's decision. One day, we will become legends!"

After cleaning the battlefield, the two of them left in a hurry. As for the trophies they couldn't take away, they could only throw them away on the spot.

In Baghdad, with such loud and dense gunfire, if government troops or gangsters were attracted, it would be difficult for the two of them to leave.

As soon as the two people left, several pickup trucks drove over. The car swerved, and a dozen militants armed with AK47s jumped out immediately. This group of people seemed to be of good quality. They dispersed as soon as they arrived. Someone is going to grab a high position.

A Middle Eastern man pushed out the door of one of the pickup trucks. He was in a suit and leather shoes, with an Omega Suveran military watch on his wrist. His hair was meticulous, and he looked a bit like a dog.

"Boss, Zabik has been killed." One of the militants reported with a solemn expression.

The guy had no expression on his face. He tugged on his tie and said, "Find them and kill them! Let people know that this is Baghdad and no one can go against us!"

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"Sean, I don't think we can go to the racetrack to find the lieutenant colonel."

While walking on the road, Ahmed suddenly said to Sean.

Sean was confused: "Why?"

Ahmed said: "Listen, if we go there now, if that guy knows what just happened, he will definitely kill us!"

Sean was even more puzzled: "Just because we killed those militants?"

Ahmed affirmed: "Yes, those people are the Baghdad gang, the Two-Headed Snake gang! Sean, you shouldn't provoke them!"

Sean was dissatisfied: "No, I didn't provoke them, it was them who wanted to kill me, so I robbed their car! I can't just sit there and wait for death. Even if Maliki comes, I have to kill him!" De shook his head helplessly and said: "The Maliki government has distributed some food and medicine to the people in Baghdad. They are no longer just gangs, because they are recognized and supported by the government!"

Sean cursed irritably: "Fake, this is terrible!"

Ahmed gloated: "You should be glad that I discovered their identity, otherwise if we find the lieutenant colonel, it will be too late. Yes, I made a great contribution, I saved your life, You should reward me, like, how about giving me a salary increase?”

"Damn it, I'm your boss now, what's your attitude? Forget it, we have to find a way to find a new place to stay, otherwise we will all starve to death here and your salary will be gone!"

Ahmed frowned deeply when he heard this and fell silent. The two of them hurried on in silence, temporarily falling into silence. They didn't dare to stop at this time. The place was not out of danger yet!

In Iraq, anyone who dares to relax will become a corpse.

Ahmed suddenly said: "Hey, man, I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

Sean said in surprise: "Oh? I knew you must have some connections, tell me!"

Ahmed said proudly: "Of course, I haven't been fooling around in vain all these years!"

Then, he said seriously: "Sean, it is absolutely impossible for us to buy land at the moment, but we can grab it!"

"Ahmed, do you know what you are talking about?"

Ahmed shook his head and said: "Don't be anxious, listen to me first. Have you forgotten? This is Baghdad, not your beautiful country with strict rule of law! The current Maliki government is at war with the reactionary armed forces. They have no The energy governs some trivial matters. There are many factories that have become empty shells. We can choose one and make it our own!"

Sean's eyes lit up, yes, why didn't I, a genius like me, think of this?

At present, the entire Iraq is a battlefield, and the government's main target is the reactionary armed forces, not trivial matters.

Drawing inferences from one example, Sean immediately thought of another aspect: his identity, his identity in this life is that he is a serious Chinese!
  The identity of Chinese is still very useful in Baghdad. No matter what, as long as you have such an identity, the local government will not dare to blatantly mess with you.

"Haha, you are my lucky general. Why didn't I think of this before? You're right, we can't buy it, so we'll grab it!"

After figuring out the key, Sean immediately slapped Ahmed on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

Ahmed's shoulder hurt when he was slapped, and he grimaced.

You know, Sean is 115 meters tall, weighs kilograms, has broad shoulders, a thick waist, and is very strong, while Ahmed is only meters, although he looks equally strong. , but in front of Sean, that is the difference between the big bad wolf and the little sheep.

(End of this chapter)