Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

"Hey, send me the money right away! Haha, I still want to buy a car!"

Chapter 134 A battle to win the right to speak

The gunfire on the ground continued, and the mortars in the sky did not stop at all.

Because of Zhang Gawai's strategy of fighting in a circle, coupled with the precise guidance of Feng Falcon-3, the explosions of the shells were all in the center of the big circle.

Not only did it brutally suppress the counterattack momentum of the Mtamba mercenaries several times, but it did not affect Zhang Ga and others in the periphery at all.

The number of avatars below the live camera is constantly decreasing.

The two sides only fought for one round, and in less than 5 minutes, the opponent collapsed.

The organization counterattacked several times, but was ruthlessly put out before it even started.

Before the sporadic fights came to the fore, they were swept away by machine guns and couldn't lift their heads.

Ten vehicles, twenty general-purpose machine guns, ten heavy machine guns, and hit 200 people.

It is equivalent to a machine gun suppressing six or seven people, and hitting a hammer?

After 10 minutes, the car stopped, the gunshots stopped, and the cannons stopped.

Zhang Ga stepped on the glove box, lying on the steel frame of the car roof, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The flame of the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

Gao Qiang was standing outside his car, his right hand trembling slightly, and he flicked the lighter several times before he lit the cigarette.

Kurchik didn't get out of the car behind, although he also wanted to join in to make a few remarks.

But his legs were still dangling in the car.

The rest of the people have already got out of the car to clean up the battlefield.

There were thirty or forty people left on the opposite side, all of whom surrendered with their guns.

All the top gangsters and iron-blooded mercenaries all knelt on the ground, holding their heads in their hands.

This battle wiped out all the blood of these people.

There is no way, whoever is beaten like this will have a broken mentality.

Sixty or seventy people surrounded more than 200 people in a dilapidated factory building and beat them up!

You can't see where the opponent is with your eyes open, and the shells on the top of your head fall down as if you have eyes. The bullets from the heavy machine gun don't care what kind of bunker you are hiding behind.

The grenade gun is also accurate, and a grenade can hit any corner.

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Those who watched the live broadcast were also dumbfounded.

They are viewed from the perspective of God, and they can see the exchange of fire between the two sides more intuitively.

A question popped up in everyone's mind: what kind of play is this?

After Zhang Ga finished smoking a cigarette, he clapped his hands towards the sky.

"Clap!"

As if in response.

There was an inaudible "buzz" in the sky.

The communication in the whole city is restored!

Countless landlines and mobile phones rang at the same time.

Countless people who were following the situation here finally called in.

But that doesn't include Mtamba's.

……

Port Sudan.

Mtamba's cell phone has been blasted.

The places of attribution all show Huaxia Kingdom.

At first he thought he had encountered a telecom fraud.

But after dozens of phone calls in a row, he began to realize the seriousness of the matter.

He felt that he was being targeted by a powerful and mysterious force.

Of course, even if Mtamba scratched his head, he would never have thought that the mysterious force that was eyeing him was just a group of bored and curious fans in the live broadcast room in China.

"Jingle Bell……"

Just after hanging up, another call came in.

It is also the place where China belongs.

Mtamba roared, grabbed the phone and threw it out.

"boom!"

The phone hit the corner of the wall, and the screen of Heimi King Kong shattered.

However, the bell was still ringing persistently.

Mtamba was panting, and soon, one of his subordinates ran up and said in a hurried voice: "Boss, the hotel has fired!"

Mtamba suddenly turned his head, stared at his eyes and asked, "Why did you shoot? What's the situation?"

In the hotel, almost all the top-ranked arms dealers lived.

In the meeting room, gunshots roared.

In the dark room, the flames of the guns kept flickering, illuminating the frightened and desperate faces.

The smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the strong smell of smoke, bullets hit the wall, and sparks burst out on the table.

There were screams and roars intertwined, but they soon subsided.

The gunshot rang for more than [-] seconds, and there was a strong smell of blood in the conference room.

"Snapped."

Mr. Ruan turned on the light, twisted his neck twice, and made a clicking sound.

Jin Jiutai walked around the conference table expressionlessly, and saw that his chest was still heaving, so he raised his head and patted his forehead.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The seven arms dealers, together with their bodyguards and thugs, amounted to a total of twenty or so people. Facing dozens of corpses, they all remained silent.

The corpse was still warm, and the guns in their hands were still hot.

Papadopoulos loosened his tie, grinned suddenly, and said, "I suddenly feel that 15% commission is a bit high."

Jin Jiutai glanced at him, took out his phone and dialed a number.

Four or five seconds later, the call was connected and the speakerphone was turned on.

Jin Jiutai said in a short tone: "We're done. Can your side win? If you can't win, don't fight. We can negotiate directly with Mtamba."

"Already...already won." Peterson's voice was very dry, "This side has won, and this side has the final say. Whether to talk or not, wait for the notification from here..."

They speak English, which can be understood here.

Everyone was shocked.

Even Jin Jiutai, who has always been calm, has a slight expression on his face.

After a while, Jin Jiutai nodded and said, "Okay, we'll wait for the notification."

This is also one of the agreements between the two parties.

If Sausili wins the fight, then the three there will be the real Big Three, and the seven at the hotel will follow the rhythm of Sausili.

If Suoxili didn't win the fight, or gave up, then Jin Jiutai and the others were responsible for the rhythm, and the three of Suoxili's side waited to share the fruits of victory and it was over.

Of course, the party leading the negotiation must offer terms that are more beneficial to itself.

But since it has been agreed in advance, then follow the agreed plan, Jin Jiutai has no objection.

What's more, the fight over there was so fast and straightforward, and all the strength of Mtamba was wiped out in one battle, and the seven people on the hotel side refused to accept it.

"Then shall we go to Suoxili to meet now, or wait for those three to come?" Jin Jiutai asked again.

"Boss Zhang means that you come to Susili. Anyone who wants to talk, come to Susili to talk to us. If no one comes, we will directly sell goods in Susili!" Petersun said very quickly.

"Numtamba's commission?" Jin Jiutai was stunned for a moment before asking.

"Mtamba?" Peter Sun said, "I don't know, but Boss Zhang told you to turn your heads and look at the port."

Jin Jiutai subconsciously turned his head to look, and the others also looked in the direction of Port Sudan from the windows.

I saw a ball of fire suddenly burning in Port Sudan.

Seven or eight seconds later, there was a faint explosion.

In the conference room, Jin Jiutai held his mobile phone in his hand, opened his mouth wide, and remained silent for a long time.

……

North African Garrison.

The middle-aged Caucasian officer stared at the screen in front of him with a gloomy expression.

He did not know where he got the live broadcast signal of Douyin, and he witnessed the entire firefight in the steel factory.

"Ta Tata..."

A series of footsteps sounded.

A young officer came over and said in a solemn voice, "Commander, Port Sudan has been bombed and Mtamba is dead!"

"boom!"

The middle-aged officer slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Call Sosili and ask them to hand him over to me!"

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"Hand over?" The middle-aged man in a suit held the phone and said with a wry smile, "Thank you to the North African Command for giving me face and being the first to negotiate with me. But you should know that I don't count."

"However, I can convey the meaning of Your Excellency Commander to those three."

"Okay, bye."

The middle-aged man in the suit shook his head and hung up the phone.

He raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, got up, picked up his bag, and walked out of the presidential office.

Convey?

Pass on the fart.

It's very late today, and he has to go home early to tell bedtime stories to the two babies.

Moreover, the news of those three people is ten times better than his, and one of them is even a spokesperson trained by the North African Garrison Department. He needs to convey it?

"Bang!"

The door of the President's office was slammed shut.

The middle-aged man glanced back at the house number and curled his lips.

He estimated that he would not be able to sit in this seat for long.

He was originally pushed up as a buffer when the three families failed to compete for a result.

When the dust settles on the MoD election, the next step will be his stepping down.

……

To the north of Modishu, on the east bank of the Shabelle River, an army of nearly a thousand soldiers quietly set out to block two land and two waterway checkpoints in the north and east of Modishu.

The two infantry regiments bypassed the urban area of ​​Modishu and were stationed in the southeast and southwest respectively.

All French equipment.