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Chapter 439 Secret Signs of Mercenaries and Arms Dealers

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A dilapidated blue van drove into the factory and parked in the spacious open space in the middle.

There were more than a dozen boxes of goods on the truck box, and they were covered with a tarpaulin to make a simple shelter. The specific contents could not be seen from the outside.

There were a total of 8 armed men in the car and the driver in the cab.

These people pretend to be arms dealers, but they are actually a group of "speculators' militiamen" who snatched weapons and equipment during the civil war and wanted to sell them for cash.

Doing business with non-professional businessmen is the hardest thing, and it is simply unrealistic to expect them to play by the rules.

"Ozzy, Boone, report the situation."

Doing business with unreliable arms dealers must be cautious. Tyroen did not go there immediately, but chose to ask the two people who were shooting outside.

"I'm in position and the vision is in good shape."

Oz, who was on the roof 150 meters away on the left, made a report first.

"I'm fine here."

Boone, who was located in a high-rise building [-] meters away on the right, also made a report.

"Let's go."

After confirming that the two snipers were ready, Tyronn made his move, took the remaining three people including Long Zhan and the interpreter, and walked to the middle open space unhurriedly.

Long Zhan holds an M249SAW in his hand, which is still the absolute firepower.

Tigger was using a Colt M4A1, Tanto was holding an HK416D, Tyroen was holding a money bag, and the local translator Amao was empty-handed.

Long Zhan also understands Arabic, the Libyan language, but he is not suitable for translation.

Natives are more appropriate to negotiate.

"I aimed for the skinny guy on the right."

"That weirdo up front asked me."

On the way Long Zhan and his party walked towards the open space, Boone and Ozzy had already locked on their targets through the radio, and they could kill them immediately if a battle broke out.

The two also had to pay special attention, after all, the arms dealer who got off the car was very excited.

Especially the tall man with dark skin who walked in front, like a lump of coal, that is, the freak Oz said, holding a TT30 pistol and pointing around.

It seems that they have never heard of the rule that there is no such thing as a gun.

Tyronn was accused of being true. After all, this thing is a product of the Soviet era decades ago. Even if it is the most classic pistol of the Soviet era, who knows how it will perform after so many years.

If he went off and was beaten to death, he would be wronged.

So he said quickly: "A Mao, let him calm down and put down the gun."

Amao watched the muzzle of the gun fluttering from his face, but in fact he was also very panicked, but in order to complete the transaction smoothly, he had to have the courage to talk to the head of the arms dealer.

Then it was translated in reverse: "He said he had brought the goods and he wanted his money."

It means that you are in a hurry to ask for money, that's why you are so excited.

"OK!"

Tyron made a gesture to calm him down, opened the cloth bag in his hand, took out a bunch of money from it and said, "Here is your money, keep the goods, these are yours."

The head of the arms dealer was still emotional, yelling and gesticulating at Tyron at gunpoint.

"He asked you to give him the money, give it now." Amao translated in English.

"Calm down, buddy, I'll give it to you."

Instead of handing over the money, Tyron threw it forward on the ground.

There is zero contact between the two parties to avoid misunderstandings.

A younger brother who was following the arms dealer's button immediately picked up the money from the ground, opened the bag and counted it inside.

There is no need to count one by one, just count one by one.

The chief of arms still didn’t put down his gun. Long Zhan on the side remembered something, made a “six” gesture, and said to the chief of arms in Arabic: “Do you know this? We are friends.”

This gesture is six in China, but here it is a secret sign between mercenaries and arms dealers.

Long Zhan spent more than half a year here in his previous life, and he has a certain understanding of local arms dealers in Libya, as well as various codes and gestures.

Whether it will be useful in this life or not, Long Zhan is not sure, it is just a tentative use.

The actual effect is very good.

Seeing Long Zhan's gesture, the head of the arms dealer finally put down the TT30 he had been holding up all the time, returned the six gesture and said with a smile: "Very good, the goods are yours."

Then he beckoned to the younger brothers and signaled the younger brothers in the car to start unloading.

Watching the younger brothers of the arms dealer start to unload the goods, Tyroen walked over with Long Zhan and his party, and opened the first box of goods brought over.

Inside are all "old antiques", SA-7 portable anti-aircraft missiles from the Soviet era.

Although these things are products of the 70s, they are still big killers in the Middle East and Africa, and they pose a great threat to helicopters.

In most of the tactical systems of the US military, helicopters are required to assist in operations.

If these portable air defense weapons in Libya are leaked and spread to the Middle East or other theaters, it will be a disaster for the US military.

It is precisely because of this concern that the CIA took a lot of trouble to come here to recover.

The most important portable missile has been seen, and there is no need to look at other weapons and ammunition. Tyron called by radio: "Headquarters, the transaction has been completed, and it is confirmed that it is a Russian-made Sa-7 air defense missile."

In the headquarters command center.

As the commander of this small operation, Gilani heard Tyron's report and confirmed the accuracy of the information, and immediately replied: "You have done a good job, you don't need to worry about the rest, bring the goods back That's it."

After explaining the task to the GRS team, Gilani said to the deputy: "When the truck returns after unloading, let the drone stare at it as long as possible.

They must have more than that on their hands, and finding their lair with drones and leveling it with hellfire can save us a lot of money. "

"OK, I'll arrange it now." The deputy turned and left after receiving the order.

After explaining the task and finishing the work, Jilani untied the long blond hair tied on his head, and walked out of the command center with a long sigh of relief.

As soon as I walked outside, I ran into the station master, who walked over with a middle-aged man in a suit.

"This is our intelligence team leader, Sona." The station master pointed to Jilani who came over and introduced.

"I'm Chris Stevens." The middle-aged man in a suit introduced himself with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ambassador Stevens." Gilani shook hands with him.

"This is Station Chief Aaron Brittwiener."

"This is our logistics director, Alan."

……

The station master took the ambassador all the way inside, introducing the members of the intelligence station he met along the way, and the ambassador also greeted everyone warmly.

When the ambassador entered the office of the station master, the heads of all departments of the base almost recognized it.

The difference is that the GRS team is currently performing a mission outside and is still unloading and loading ready to withdraw.

(End of this chapter)