Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 167 Mali

The air in the vice president's office was filled with the smell of musk. After a round of hooking up, Sean entered the sage state, sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, closing his eyes and enjoying the taste of nicotine.

Evelin put on her clothes and while tidying up the messy office that Sean had made, she complained: "Oh my God, you are crazier than a polar bear!"

Sean shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I told you, I'm very angry."

He turned around and frowned when he saw Evelin limping: "Is this your first time?"

Evelin picked up the torn stockings that Sean had torn to pieces, looked at them, and threw them aside angrily: "Of course, my family is very traditional, and they don't allow me to fall in love at all!"

Sean stubbed out his finished cigarette and threw it into the trash can: "Well... well, there's nothing wrong with being traditional. You can go back to the dormitory to rest after get off work today."

At this point, Xiaon suddenly remembered that the news that Leah was from the CIA was given to him by the church, and during this period, the old guy knew clearly that the CIA was targeting him, but he was still sending him the news. This made Xiao En felt something was unusual, so he took out his cell phone and dialed the other party directly.

"..."

When the call was connected, the person on the other end did not speak, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

"Hey?"

After a while, a male voice came from the other side, but it was not the voice of the church. Sean immediately hung up the phone and frowned. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the old man had been arrested or what. Anyway, he felt that something was wrong with the old man. From the time the other party asked him to help save Mia, Sean always felt that this guy was not honest.

But now he doesn't know the situation and can only wait for the other party to contact him. There is no other way, and this also means that he has lost a reliable source of intelligence.

"What happened?"

Seeing Sean sitting on the sofa and making a phone call, Evelin frowned and asked with some worry.

"It's okay, help me book 30 air tickets to Africa."

Sean shook his head. The church had lost contact. He had nothing to do about it. What he had to consider now was the transfer of the company. He wanted to bring an advance team to conduct an on-site inspection.

"Do you have a goal?"

Evelin picked up the phone, unlocked it and asked Sean: "Where to go to Africa?"

Sean replied without hesitation: "Mari!"

"Mali?"

Evelin chewed the name of this remote country carefully.

"Yes, Mari!"

Sean said firmly: "The Republic of Mali is one of the least developed countries in the world and the second largest country in West Africa. It has political turmoil, constant wars, poverty and backwardness, but it is full of the flavor of US dollars. You know where it is? What’s your favorite thing to do as a soldier?”

Evelin asked curiously: "What?"

"Rebel!" Sean lit up a cigarette again, shook his head and said, "Really, you can't imagine that the most favorite thing for a country's soldiers is not to defend their country, but to kill the president!"

Sean stood up and walked to the window, looking far into the distance: "In Mali, you can buy a life with a piece of bread, or it may be torn to pieces in an instant. Compared with there, Baghdad is as safe as heaven! "

While using the operation to book a flight, Evelin said: "Hmm... it sounds pretty good. At least it's more suitable for our company's development than Baghdad, which is really a crazy country."

……

The next day, Sean called Barney and others back and sent a team of third-level employees to take over the defense commission of the Mosul oil field. Barney and others followed Sean on the plane to the Republic of Mali. It would be a waste to have Barney and others stationed in the oil fields.

The Republic of Mali, referred to as Mali, is a landlocked country in West Africa, adjacent to Algeria, Niger, Burkina Faso and other countries, with a land area of ​​124 million square kilometers. In 1958, it became a French Community country and was named the Republic of Sudan. In 1959, it formed a partnership with Senegal. The Federation of Mali is one of the least developed countries in the world. Its economy is mainly based on agriculture and its industry is very backward.

The domestic situation is turbulent all year round, with warlords fighting. Even the LHG peacekeeping force has nothing to do here. A military coup occurs here on average every three years, and sometimes even twice a year. Most African countries are in chaos, and coups are the norm. But Mali is also the leader in such frequent coups.

Sitting in a rented open-top pickup truck, Sean held a cigarette and glanced at the Malian people on both sides of the road. Their faces were numb, and the eyes looking at Sean and his group showed desire, greed, and fear.

"Look, the people here are even more pitiful than in Baghdad!"

Sean said matter-of-factly while puffing away his smoke.

"Boss, I don't think you have the time to care about their lives."

Barney shrugged and spoke while operating the steering wheel.

"Of course, I smell the dollar bills, it's in every inch of the air here!"

Sean shook his head and took two puffs of the cigarette in his hand and said: "You see, the people here need peace and freedom, they need resistance, they do not lack the spirit of resistance, they only lack the weapons of resistance, and we are to bring them Arms man!”

Bamako, the capital of Mali, is the largest city in the country. It has a typical tropical climate and is scorched by high temperatures all year round. It is an important business center and transportation hub in West Africa, and it is also the fastest growing urbanization in Africa. city ​​of.

The convoy drove straight towards the Bamako District 1 Government and slowly stopped outside the government gate, where there were partners that General Alexei helped contact.

Perhaps because this is the government, there are not many civilians outside. When the soldiers standing guard at the government gate saw Sean and his party walking straight towards the government, they immediately grabbed the 56 punch in their hands. One of them, who looked like an officer, was alert. He looked at Sean and others and shouted in French: "Sir, this is the Bamako government. What can I do for you?"

His tone was not too intense, but rather inquiring, mainly because Sean was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and the employees beside him were all strong and well-armed. Well, anyway, compared with himself and others, it was like the gap between nobles and commoners. .

The world is like this. As long as you look like a rich person, you can enjoy certain preferential treatment even in the most chaotic places!

Sean stepped forward and said: "Please contact General Elon and tell him that I am from Baghdad."

"General Elon has notified you in advance that a close friend will come from far away in Baghdad. He is waiting for you in the office."

Elon is a powerful official official in Mali. He has nearly a thousand armed forces in his hands. Although the weapons are lagging behind, they are enough for him to be arrogant and domineering in Mali.

(End of this chapter)