Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

"Absolutely not!" Peterson swears, "If I made it up now, I will die! Moreover, the success rate of this plan is very high. As long as Mtamba is killed, all arms dealers can increase their profits by more than 15%. ! With a transaction volume of 1500 million, you can earn [-] million more!"

Zhang Ga was taken aback for a moment, then fell into hesitation.

One hundred million, fifteen million...

A lot of money!

Chapter 116 I'm here for business!

"Impossible, I don't agree, don't think about it!"

After Zhang Ga pondered for a long time, he suddenly waved his hand and rejected the proposal.

Peterson wanted to persuade him again, but Zhang Ga said firmly, "I'm here to do business. I fully respect the rules of the local market. I earn as much as I can. If I'm greedy, I don't have good juice to eat."

When Zhang Ga spoke, his eyes were so firm that Peterson couldn't persuade him any more.

On the side, Gao Qiang stared at him for a moment, showing some suspicion.

Zhang Ga ignored them, but stood up and called Kurchik.

The time zones on both sides are similar, and the nightlife on Kurchik’s side is only halfway through, and it’s not time to go to bed yet.

So when Zhang Ga called, the white-haired arms dealer quickly picked up the phone.

"Zhang, my brother, are you looking for me?" Kurchik used a loud voice against the heavy metal music around him.

Sounds like dashing in a nightclub.

Zhang Ga said loudly: "Yuri, find a quiet place, I have something to tell you!"

"What? Say it again, I can't hear you clearly!"

"I said, find someone..."

Zhang Ga raised his voice and yelled several times in a row until the music on the other end of the phone became quieter.

Then I heard a "bang" closing the door, and the music disappeared completely.

Kurchik said: "Okay, brother, I'm in the box, the sound insulation here is very good, tell me."

Zhang Ga briefly explained the situation on his side.

Without waiting for the other party to exclaim, Zhang Ga said his request: "Can you help me find your friend, Zakwaniya, and ask him to be an intermediary. I want to talk to Mtamba. This is a Misunderstand!"

Kurchik on the opposite side was silent for a few seconds, nodded and said: "Yes, brother, I will try my best to help you! Try not to conflict with the other party now, and you must not kill Mtamba's men again, or I will Can't help you either."

"Okay, Brother Yuri, thank you." Zhang Ga thanked him sincerely.

At this time, Li Yiman also received a call from home.

Her father, Mr. Bugacha Thorpe, has been contacted.

Mr. Thorpe promised to find Mtamba for her, and the black mamba would give him some face.

Gao Qiang looked at Zhang Ga with even more suspicion.

Peterson was seriously injured, and at this moment his head drooped, and he rested weakly against the wall.

Zhang Ga paced back and forth in the room, looking as if he was waiting for news, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Ten minutes later, Kurchik called.

"My brother, Zakquania promised to help you as a lobbyist, on condition that you will pay him five hundred million CFA francs!"

After Zhang Ga listened, he asked confusedly: "What is the exchange rate of the West African CFA franc?"

"It's about the same as the sorrel in Sosili, and the exchange rate is 630 to the US dollar!" Kurchik said briefly.

Hearing that it was similar to asking for coins, Zhang Ga breathed a sigh of relief on the spot.

If the US dollar exchange rate is 630, it is equivalent to the exchange rate with Huaxia currency at 90.

500 million CFA francs are more than [-] million Huaxia coins.

Not much!

"No problem!" But Zhang Ga still asked, "Is this Zakwania reliable?"

Kurchik said: "Zakwania's reputation is very good, you can rest assured, I can guarantee it!"

"Then there's no problem." Zhang Ga nodded and said, "Should I call him the money directly, or will you pass it on to me?"

Kurchik said quickly: "No, you trade with him directly, I will not touch the money, brother! I will send you his account number."

"Okay, thank you Yuri!"

"It's my honor to help my friends!" Kurchik paused, and then added, "By the way, I asked about that Peterson. This person has a very bad reputation in the industry. I suggest you not to believe him. Anything."

"Of course, I've learned it, damn it."

"Hehe, good, I wish you well."

"Thank you."

After the phone call, Zhang Ga received Zakwania's Middle East bank account number.

Zhang Ga immediately transferred the money.

The bank transfer is quite fast, and it will show that the other party has received the remittance in less than 2 minutes.

All that's left is to wait.

Fortunately, I don't know if the lobbying from both sides had an effect. No one came to harass me for a whole night.

None of them dared to go out to get food. Peterson dragged out two cardboard boxes from under the bed, which were filled with instant noodles and biscuits.

So Zhang Ga and the others ate breakfast first.

Not long after eating, Li Yiman received a call.

After seeing the caller ID, she looked a little complicated, but finally picked it up.

But from the beginning to the end, Li Yiman didn't make a sound, just quietly listening to the other party.

About 2 minutes later, Li Yiman finally said "um", and then hung up the phone.

Then, Li Yiman raised his head and said to Zhang Ga: "Mtamba said that he wants to see you."

Zhang Ga chewed the biscuit, and was taken aback when he heard the words: "See me? What did he say?"

Li Yiman said: "He said, let the person in charge here go to see him, go alone, and he will send a car to pick him up."

Chapter 117 Black Containers, Performance Art

Zhang Ga was silent for a while.

But soon his phone rang too.

It's an unfamiliar number.

After answering the call, a very strange voice rang out on the phone, introducing himself quickly: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, I'm Zakwania!"

"Hello, Mr. Zakquania." At this time, Zhang Ga probably knew what Zakquania was going to tell him.

"Mtamba wants to see you, but don't worry, for my sake, he won't do anything to you." Zakwania said calmly.

……

Asma City is only 400 kilometers away from Port Sudan, where Mtamba is located.

Five hours later, Zhang Ga met Mtamba at a container warehouse in Port Sudan.

It just so happened that a container ship was berthing at the port of Port Sudan at this time.

The gantry crane slowly lowered a black container on the ship.

After unloading the container, the ship left the port quickly.

The other containers on the ship did not move at all, indicating that the ship stopped at Port Sudan just to deliver this box.

A container truck was already waiting at the pier, and after loading the boxes, it quickly drove towards the warehouse.

The North African arms oligarch nicknamed "Black Mamba" was standing in front of the French windows on the second floor of the warehouse, quietly watching the whole process.

Zhang Ga stood behind Mtamba, waiting for the arms oligarch to speak.

Mtamba is strong and tall, with a thick and thick neck.

He looks like he is in his fifties, with a heavy sense of oppression, which makes people feel slightly suffocated.

Soon, the container truck stopped at the door of the warehouse.Two workers assisted the crane to unload the black container on the open space.

Suddenly the engine roared in the distance, and more than a dozen dilapidated pickup trucks came at a high speed.

On the pickup truck, dozens of black men in red turbans and green vests were cheering, screaming and dancing.

For a moment Zhang Ga didn't understand what these people were doing.

Before he could understand at all, the dozen or so pickup trucks had already started circling the container warehouse, and the strange screams and smiles of those red turbans were also circling outside.

Zhang Ga was stunned for a moment, he really couldn't understand the performance art of these people.

He didn't know what these people's red hoods meant, or what they meant when they drove around the warehouse.

I don't even know why they are so excited all the time, always venting their excess energy.

Obviously, the proportion of hungry people on this continent has reached 30%...

Just when Zhang Ga was puzzled, he saw Mtamba standing in front of the window and raising his right hand.

His right hand has only four stubby fingers and the pinky is missing.

However, on the only four remaining fingers, there were six thick and shiny golden rings.

The workers downstairs, after seeing Mtamba raised his hand, walked to the black container, took out the key and opened the chain.

Then he reached out and grabbed the two locks, and pulled them suddenly.

"crunch-"

The lock was turned 90 degrees, and the container door swung open.

In an instant, countless firearms of different lengths and wrapped in waste newspapers or plastic sheets poured out of the container.

It spilled all over the ground in an instant.

Zhang Ga couldn't help but widen his eyes, staring at this unbelievable scene.

At this time, the cheers of those red turbans suddenly rose to a higher level.

Instead of circling around the warehouse, these people jumped off the pickups one after another, rushed to the front of the container, struggled to pick up the firearms on the ground, and threw them into their pickups.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

One after another, the red turbans roughly threw them into the trunk of the pickup truck.

When the trunks of these pickup trucks were completely filled, these greedy red turbans, each with two guns in their arms, cheered and got into the car and left.

When Zhang Ga looked at Mtamba again, the arms oligarch turned around at some point.

"Sit down, friend...or foe?" Mtamba's voice was buzzing.

His eyes were darker than his skin, so they looked even deeper.

Just a slight sweep over his body already made Zhang Ga slightly hairy.

Zhang Ga sat down opposite Mtamba, and first explained: "Mr. Mtamba, I want to say that last night was definitely a misunderstanding. Your people suffered misfortune, I am sorry, and I am willing to pay to compensate their families ..."

Unexpectedly, Mtamba shook his head, grabbed two dark green leaves from the table, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed, while chewing, he said, "No, you don't have to do this. They are just mercenaries, and they take money to do things. Every fee for hiring them includes money for their lives!"

While speaking, Mtamba had already chewed the two leaves, and his bright white teeth and plump lips were covered with leaf residue and yellow-green juice.

"Do you want tea?" Perhaps sensing Zhang Ga's surprise, Mtamba pushed the pot of leaves in front of him forward.

Zhang Ga quickly waved his hands and smiled, "No, no, thank you."

He knew that the leaves that Mtamba chewed were called khat, also called khat.

It is called tea, but it is actually a soft drink.

Because this kind of leaf contains certain ingredients that can stimulate the central nervous system and produce excitement, and it is addictive!

Mtamba didn't force it, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for ten seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk..."