Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 8 Conflict
  PS: Chapter 7 is under review

"There is an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs of Baghdad. It seemed to have been used to make meat products. It has workshops, warehouses, and most importantly, there is a cold storage there!"

Ahmed said to Sean while holding a cigarette.

"Cold storage?"

Sean's eyes lit up.

You know, in subtropical arid and semi-arid areas like Baghdad, the temperature in summer often reaches over 40 degrees, which is as uncomfortable as being roasted in a fire. Eggs can be cooked on the ground in just a few minutes!

Water seems to be a luxury here, and having an icehouse is simply a gift from God.

Sean blew out the smoke from his mouth with a smile on his face: "Very good, Ahmed, what's the situation in that place now?"

Ahmed said: "That place has long been abandoned and is now occupied by a group of refugees. They have several AK47s. It will take some effort for us to capture it."

Sean nodded: "Approximately how many people are there?"

Ahmed said: "As far as I know, there should be no less than fifty people. We need to find others for help."

Sean's face darkened, and he took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Damn it, your Boos, I, Sean, am very poor now, very poor! You want me to spend money to find someone? Who should I look for? A cheap trash squad? I don’t think this bunch of rubbish that have never seen blood can help us take down that lovely ice bank!”

Ahmed looked inscrutable and said: "Sean, although there are few teams that are cheap and affordable and have strong combat capabilities, they are not without them. By coincidence, I know one."

"Ok?"

Sean turned to stare at him in surprise: "Tell me about it?"

Ahmed said: "This team has strong combat capabilities, brave personnel, is not afraid of death, and the price is affordable, but..."

"Just what?"

"Sean, you are Chinese, and they hate Chinese people!"

Sean frowned: "Why?"

Ahmed said: "Because they are Yejids."

Hearing this, Sean frowned even more.

Of course he knows the Yejid people. These people are a group of crazy warriors brainwashed by religious beliefs. They worship the devil and... God. Well, it is very contradictory. They are never afraid of death. They think that death is just a test by the devil. , as to why they hate Chinese people, this has to be said about their taboos.

They taboo pandas, pigs, and six-pointed stars.

Only China has pandas!

Sean frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "I'm looking for them. Now take me to meet these crazy religious warriors."

Ahmed said: "Do you really want to hire them? This may be dangerous."

Sean said: "Why not? They are soldiers, they should pick up steel guns and go to the battlefield. As for the danger... I am a tough man!"

Sean threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and said cruelly: "Ahmed, remember, we are walking on this road, there is no way to retreat, we can only move forward, and only death can stop us. Success never belongs to the weak!"

Ahmed was startled, then jumped after him and cursed: "Fake Squid! Sean, do you treat me like a rookie? I don't need you to teach me these principles!"

"Then what's there to hesitate about?"

"Okay, I will take you to meet those religious warriors now."

The two men were carrying rifles and were tall. They were particularly conspicuous when walking on the road. They tried to stay away from the civilians they encountered. Obviously, there were not many people with broken brains. The two walked forward and finally walked into a bankrupt village. , a small alley that exudes all kinds of strange smells, and the walls are covered with crooked and mottled writing.    Iraq does not need a dictator!
  The Iraqi people should kill Saddam to gain democracy and freedom!
  Saddam is a tyrant!

"Look, how ironic!" Ahmed said with a bit of bitterness and sarcasm.

Sean shrugged and said, "In Chinese terms, if you don't seek death, you won't die."

Think about it, the original stability is no longer there, but now every day shells are bombarded, gunshots are everywhere, massacres, robberies, rapes, and all kinds of crimes are everywhere, too numerous to count. Is this the freedom and democracy they yearn for?
  There was a rusty old iron gate on the left at the end of the alley. Ahmed reached out and patted the door and shouted: "Abraham!"

"Who are you? Hi! Come out quickly, there are two strange guys here!"

A young-looking guy walked out with an Ak47 on his arm, pointed the gun at Sean and the two of them, and shouted something inside.

While Ahmed calmly suppressed Sean's hand that wanted to raise the gun, he negotiated: "Hi, I'm Ahmed, I'm here to see Abraham, we are friends!"

"Damn Shia traitors, we can never be friends!"

A rough voice came from the back room, and a slender figure walked out, followed by five or six people, holding a variety of weapons in their hands.

"Abraham, we once fought side by side!"

Ahmed patted the iron door angrily and said very dissatisfied.

Sean glanced at Ahmed in surprise. Two guys who couldn't fight each other were actually comrades in arms?
  Abraham was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "Yes, but that was only once. For the sake of you once blocking a fatal bullet for me, I am willing to promise you something."

Ahmed said: "We need help now!"

Abraham suddenly glanced at Sean behind him and said angrily: "Damn it, you actually brought a Chinese to the territory of the Yejid people. Are you provoking me? Get this big guy out of the way!"

"Dam yellow skinned monkey!"

Bang!
  Sean punched the iron door, and the loud sound startled Ahmed next to him.

"Sean..." Ahmed's heart skipped a beat when he saw Sean's gloomy expression, and he obediently shut his mouth.

"Idiot I can wring your neck with one hand! (Idiot, I can wring your neck with one hand!)"

Sean raised his middle finger and cursed through gritted teeth.

Abraham suddenly stared at Sean with red eyes.

The Yejid people are full of wildness at heart. They tend not to think too much and are straight forward. This is their true portrayal. To put it bluntly, there is one sentence: take life and death lightly, and if you don’t accept it, do it!

"You've made Abraham angry!"

Abraham angrily squeezed out a low roar from his throat, ignoring the difference in height and size between the two of them, and rushed forward!

Sean pushed Ahmed away, raised his fist as big as a casserole, and struck with a heavy cannon from the back, hitting the door in front of him. Abraham was so dizzy that he fell to the ground with a soft snap under his feet.

Sean took advantage of the situation, swooped forward, and pinned Abraham down, forming a top position.

The few guys who followed Abraham were shocked and immediately wanted to go up and help.

Ahmed was bright-eyed, took a step forward, raised the StG44 assault rifle, and pointed it at a few people: "Hey, I think we should let them communicate cordially, um... give them some time alone."

The younger guy shouted: "Ahmad, don't forget, you are an Iraqi just like us!"

Ahmed shrugged: "Of course, but unfortunately, Sean is my boss, and I am a loyal employee, so I hope you will not make some unwise moves, otherwise everyone will Better off."

(End of this chapter)