Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 171 Construction Team

Liu Hong is a native of Sichuan. In 04, he took a group of his workers and friends to Africa to beg for food. This ghost place was very unsafe compared to China. There were wars every day, and a group of them relied on their outstanding skills. The efficiency and quality have gradually gained a foothold, and I have cooperated with the local government many times. I have received a certain amount of blessings, and I have made money. At least the school fees for my children at home are no longer a problem.

Two days ago, the government introduced a business to him, saying that the boss was very willing to spend money. Originally, he had deliberately refused. Who else would be willing to spend money to stay in this damn place other than the government?

But when he heard the government claim that the other party was still a Chinese, he decided to accept the commission. He wanted to see who came here to prepare to stay. If possible, he would do it even if he didn't earn the money. He wanted to persuade the other party. After all, they were all compatriots. He couldn't bear to watch the other party jump into the fire pit.

Liu Hong invited several co-workers to drive a dilapidated pickup truck straight to the address given by the other party. Everyone was equipped with an AK47. In this shabby place, you don't know if you can go out without a gun. Come back steadily.

(Many people have talked about the problem of AK47 before, saying that AK47 itself is very expensive and so on. I can only say that if you don’t believe the rumors, don’t spread them. AK47s in war-torn places such as Africa and the Middle East are basically produced by small workshops and imitation factories. , there are also akm and the like, the price of which can buy two for US dollars. These things are priced at US dollars in the normal arms market. I should actually explain it in the previous article)

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"Flood, why don't I stay at the World Hotel?"

A lean man stared at the five-star hotel in front of him with two big eyes, and said in Sichuan dialect with his mouth shut: "Li is a gentle man, I'm afraid Le Guier is very rich!"

Liu Hong held a cigarette in his mouth and said in the same dialect: "Hey, what else do you think? You don't have any money, what do you think General Hampi will help contact us?"

Liu Hong took out his mobile phone and found the contact information given above and dialed.

beep……

"hello?"

Hearing the pure English from the other party, Liu Hong had a headache, so he had no choice but to copy his own poor English reply: "Haha, Liu Hong is selling Naimu for one day...loving mother..."

"Are you the construction team that General Elon contacted for help?"

Pure Chinese came from the phone: "Wait a moment, I'm coming down now."

Bang, the phone was hung up. Liu Hong looked at the phone in his hand and was speechless for a moment, his mind a little confused.

"Flood, what's going on? Can you tell me from the other side?"

The lean man on the side asked curiously.

"Why don't you just say it, wait till you get up!"

Liu Hong put his phone back in his pocket helplessly. The voice on the other end of the phone made him feel a little bit oppressed, as if he was facing some big shot who could decide his life or death with a single word. He felt at a loss what to do. .

He couldn't help but took out a cigarette and lit it again. He took a few puffs with half-closed eyes. He didn't say much about the meaning of the retail store next to him. He just stared curiously at the hotel door. In the smoke, they caught a glimpse of a group of people almost all wearing cigarettes. Soldiers who were armed and loaded with ammunition, like special forces, walked out first, and then pointed their guns at them without hesitation.

They were so frightened that a group of co-workers also grabbed the AK47 in their hands. Although the posture was not standard and the confidence was somewhat lacking, Liu Hong's palms were sweating and his heart was trembling. A strong white man who seemed to be the leader said in English: "Please put down your weapons, gentlemen!"

Of course Liu Hong and others would not be so obedient, and they really couldn't understand English. They could only judge from the other party's gestures that they meant to let them put down their weapons, but he was really scared and how could he dare to put down his weapons.

Just when he was at a loss, a pure Chinese voice came from the other party to help him out.

"Okay, put your weapons away. Are you from the construction team? Who is the person in charge?"

Sean walked out slowly surrounded by employees, showing no emotion at all due to the tense atmosphere.

Hearing the question in Chinese, Liu Hong felt relieved and stood up and explained: "I am the person in charge. Hello, my name is Liu Hong."

Sean nodded, waved his hand and said, "Get in the car and follow me, but your weapons need to be temporarily stored in the hotel. My employees are responsible for safety issues."

After saying that, they went straight to pick up the car without looking back. Liu Hong and others had no choice but to store their weapons under the guidance of the white man just now, then stepped into the pickup truck and followed him away.

"Jai, Li, Wen, you just hacked me to death. I, Japan, thought you were going to kill me by strangling some idiots!"

On the old pickup truck, the lean man lit a cigarette with lingering fear and took a few long puffs. As a result, he accidentally choked and his face turned red.

"You think you're the only one who's afraid of being embarrassed, but I'm not the same as strangulation. If we get into a fight, I'm afraid we won't be able to win!"

Liu Hong was also a little scared. He controlled the steering wheel while chatting: "But I'm afraid it's not easy to win over the boss. He's so young. I took a look and I'm afraid he's less than 30 years old."

(The protagonist is currently 23 years old. He looks anxious and is too strong. In addition, he is surrounded by bullets and bullets all day long. He looks like he is around thirty years old.)

Liu Hong has now given up the idea of ​​persuading the other party. Although his level of literacy is not simple, he has been in society for so many years and he still has a good eye for seeing people. Sean has an invisible aura about him. The person who was pressed down could not breathe. There was no reverence for life from ordinary people in the eyes of the other person. He was not a kind person at first glance, and there were also a large group of soldiers who looked like they were elite to protect him. Oh no, use the other person. If you call him an employee, I'm afraid he is not doing ordinary business at all.

He even began to regret taking this business. This kind of people might be killed if they don't go well.

When he thought of this, he was extremely scared. It was obviously too late to regret it now, so he had to bite the bullet and do it.

The motorcade stopped at Lot A106. Sean got out of the car, walked to Liu Hong, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Boss Liu, I'm Sean. My subordinates were a little rude just now. Please forgive me."

"Hello, hello, I don't forgive you, I don't forgive you... Oh no, it's not rude, it's not rude, it should be." Liu Hong hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes a few times before holding Sean's extended hand with both hands. Very modest: "I'm just a hard worker, I can't be the boss."

Sean smiled and did not dwell on this issue anymore. He took out his cigarettes and gave one to everyone behind him. Finally, he lit one and said, "Boss Liu, when we go out, we are all compatriots. I won’t lie to you, the quality must be the best, the speed must be fast, money is not an issue, but if it does not meet my psychological expectations, I will not pay.”

(End of this chapter)