Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

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To the north of the mountainous area in the northeast, there is an air force base.

"Report, supersonic target detected, coordinates..."

"Got it, turn on the radar capture!"

"Report, the target disappeared."

"Got it, what's for dinner?"

"Report, there are fried chicken, steak, vegetable salad, bacon, bread, and milk."

"Got it, order me a separate order of General Tso's chicken."

"Yes, sir!"

……

Port Sudan.

Mtamba dismissed several arms dealers, with his hands folded on his fat belly.

Sixteen golden rings, shining brightly.

This is already the third batch of arms dealers who came to him today.

Without exception, they were all begging or negotiating, or even threatening him to lower the commission.

But obviously, these arms dealers all returned without success.

Because the crux of the whole matter does not lie with Mtamba, nor does he have the right to decide.

Therefore, even if these arms dealers can talk about it, they still haven't achieved any goals, let alone get the slightest promise.

Mtamba kept looking down at his phone.

The higher-ups were constantly reporting to him about the situation in Sosili.

His opponents—those arms dealers—did not take any measures to hide, but still appeared in the Bayville neighborhood swaggeringly.

But that doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether you hide or not, the result is the same.

Mtamba sat by the window, his eyelids lowered, his face calm and indifferent.

……

Hotels less than five kilometers from the port.

A dozen arms dealers crowded into a conference room.

There are whites, there are blacks, and there are yellows.

The house was full of smoke.

A white man frowned and said, "Whoever has news about Sosili, please share it!"

After the words fell, a black man clapped his hands and said loudly: "Add my WhatsApp, I will forward it to you!"

As he spoke, the black man reported his number.

But not everyone took out their mobile phones, and quite a few did not take any action.

Everyone has their own news channel, and if they don't speak now, it doesn't mean they don't have one.

It's just that I don't want to show off, or I don't want to share it.

Ten seconds later, people put down their phones one after another, and a yellow East Asian man didn't move. At this moment, he suddenly said, "Are we just sitting here and waiting for the result?"

The white man earlier sneered and said, "Otherwise, you want to meddle? Then which side are you going to stand on?"

The East Asian man glanced at everyone and saw that everyone was planning to wait and see. He sneered and shook his head and said, "Just watching the show? Then why did you call everyone here? Can't I just lie in my room and watch?"

After finishing speaking, the man stood up and left the meeting room with the two bodyguards.

Immediately afterwards, a tall white man and a thin Southeast Asian also got up and left.

Ten seconds later, another person stood up and walked out of the conference room.

In less than 2 minutes, the three people left one after another in the meeting room, and they became more relaxed in an instant.

But after these people left, they did not return to their respective rooms.

Instead, they all stood in the corridor, looking at each other.

Afterwards, everyone looked at their watches at the same time, and then at the closed door of the conference room, guessing that no one would come out, so they walked upstairs in a tacit understanding.

There is also a conference room upstairs.

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Bayville neighborhood.

Inside the office building.

Zhang Ga looked at Peterson in front of him with a look of astonishment.

At this time, Sun Dahua was completely dressed as a little black old man.

Those who didn't know thought it was the gate of the mall.

"You said how many friends you have, where are they?" Zhang Ga asked wonderingly while eating the skewers.

Peterson wiped the black ash off his face, grinned and said, "There are six mercenaries in the car downstairs, and three are arms dealers in Port Sudan."

"What are you doing in Port Sudan?" Zhang Ga asked strangely.

"Execute plan B." Sun Dahuyou raised his legs and said with confidence.

Chapter 132 Watching the opponent play cards

Zhang Ga came up with a plan B out of nowhere.

But he really didn't want to hear Peterson fooling around.

Now he just wants to send Sun Dahuyou away.

But Peterson still forced his mouth and said, "I'm worried that if we don't win here, we still have a plan."

"Get out!" Zhang Ga scolded angrily, "I'm sure I can win! Besides, if I don't win, I'm dead. Do I still have to play tricks?"

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't win, I also have a safe house in Modishu, it's very hidden, trust me!" Peterson said quickly.

"Speak well!" Zhang Ga felt bad when he heard the word "safe house", pointing at Peterson and shouting, "I don't want to lose face if you want to talk like this!"

On the side, Gao Qiang pulled Peterson away a little, and explained to Zhang Ga: "That's right, let me tell you what Plan B is. Anyway, we will do it at the same time, so it won't affect your side."

Zhang Ga nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Gao Qiang got closer and said in a low voice, "It's like this..."

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Hotels in Port Sudan.

A meeting room on the upper floor.

The few arms dealers who came out sat around the conference table.

The East Asian man sat on the top seat, with a big back and shiny hair, and he spoke first: "My name is Jin Jiutai! I think, since everyone is sitting here, you know what you're saying, so I don't need to speak too clearly. In a word, now There are too many sellers and the right to speak is too scattered, which is not conducive to our negotiation!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes glanced at everyone coldly.

Several arms dealers nodded, obviously understanding what he meant.

In fact, there is no need to introduce yourself, whether it is this Mr. Jin, that tall Balkan white Papadopoulos, or that Southeast Asian Mr. Ruan, they are all well-known arms dealers in the circle.

That's why when everyone saw the three of them standing together, they attracted the rest of them to follow.

Those who came out may not be all smart, but at least they are not stupid, and they definitely have courage.

Because they can guess what these three are going to do, and dare to do it with them.

Papadopoulos said in a serious voice: "We have seven sellers here, and three sellers in Sossilia. In the future, there will be ten sellers in the whole of North Africa. As long as there is No. 11 sellers, we will fight together!"

Although everyone definitely knew it in their hearts, their faces changed slightly after hearing him speak so bluntly.

Mr. Ruan said with sharp eyes: "Whoever wants to quit, go now! If one goes out, there will be nine families in the future, and if two people go out, eight families will be!"

He glanced around, no one moved, but some people couldn't bear the pressure and started to light up and smoke.

Smoking is smoking, wiping sweat is wiping sweat, and no one lifts their ass up.

Since he walked out of the meeting room downstairs and entered this one again, it must have been decided.

"Okay!" Mr. Ruan said without any nonsense, "As soon as the news from Sosili arrives, I will act first. If I move, you must keep up with the rhythm!"

Jin Jiutai stood up with a bang, and said loudly: "Everyone must keep up with the pace, whoever is fucking slow, I will do it first!"

Papadopoulos grinned and said, "We're done, let's negotiate with Mtamba. For the sake of the North African Garrison, we'll pay 15% commission. If it exceeds this amount, there will be no arms deal in North Africa!"

The expressions in the eyes of the other four finally changed from apprehension and anxiety to greed and excitement, and they all nodded.

……

"That's it." Gao Qiang said, "Our three families, plus the seven over there, make a total of ten! This number will only decrease in the future, and will not increase. In the future, everyone will have the same voice, and we have the final say on how to sell it!"

Zhang Ga was taken aback, he didn't expect this plan B to be so exciting!

It saved him a lot of follow-up work!

Because after killing Mtamba, he hasn't figured out how to continue the distribution, and he doesn't have the channel to do it.

Now someone has already planned for him.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time, seven twenty.

The news Li Yiman gave him just now was that Mtamba had an agreement with the upper echelons of Sosili that they would not do anything before the eight o'clock curfew.

The people from Mtamba are now staying in the Brenda industrial area next door, and they enter the Bayville block on time at [-]:[-].

After curfew, the shooting was confined to the Bayville neighborhood.

For all the losses caused by both parties in Bayville, Sausili officials will find the winning party to collect debts.

There are four and ten minutes left.

Zhang Ga nodded and said: "Okay, let Sun Dahuyou talk to you over there, and you can start working in 10 minutes, and you don't have to wait for the results here."

"Why is it 10 minutes later?" Gao Qiang asked puzzled.

Zhang Ga casually said: "After 10 minutes, they won't get any news. I will take over the communication signal of Modisha."

Gao Qiang was taken aback, but he still told Peterson.

At this time, Zhang Ga's account decreased again by 1 million.

The Dragonfly-3 electromagnetic pulse drone hovered over Modisha, like a god of death standing still in the night.

With a control range of 300 kilometers radius, the entire Modishu is shrouded in the threat of Dragonfly-3.

However, at this time, no one knew the existence of this god of death.

If Falcon-3 is the most cutting-edge technology in the world, then Dragonfly-3 already has a taste of conceptual technology.

This time, Zhang Ga is not only trying to show his muscles, but his real purpose is to hold a product display.

At this moment, the eyes of the entire North Africa and even the Middle East are focused here, there is no better stage than this!

What an arms trading venue, a kid's play house thing!

Seven fifty-five.

Petersun put down his phone and winked at Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang came over and nodded to Zhang Ga.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Ga stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, hand over the communication equipment, go downstairs, and get in the car!"

Dragonfly-3 is activating the EMP strike system.

Wind Falcon-3 is at a higher altitude, quietly monitoring everything.