Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 205 The church phone number

More than 200 kilometers outside of Bamako, a small village is located here. In an inconspicuous house in the village, eight or nine people are busy discussing.

"Damn it, Bamako is already under his control. As long as we dare to enter the city, we will have nothing to hide!"

A short man complained in annoyance, took off the bunny hat on his head and put it on the table, then grabbed his head, which didn't have much hair.

"Hey Dumbo, the mighty mammoth can help you!"

A muscular black man with a tall and mighty figure of two meters, who looked like a mountain of meat just sitting there, joked angrily, and even arched his arms in a decent manner, showing that he was taller than ordinary people. Arms as thick as the waist.

"Haha, don't worry guys, believe me, someone will definitely try it, we can wait slowly."

An Asian man with a gloomy face and a very gloomy temperament had a sinister smile on his lips.

"The jackal is right, just wait, we are in the dark, and we will have the choice to advance or retreat when the time comes."

The bald white man concluded the matter, and several people continued to lurk, silently observing the situation in Bamako in the dark.

The other party seemed to have lost patience and did not want to continue the stalemate. A low and hoarse elderly bass came through the microphone.

Hearing this familiar voice, Sean was a little surprised. According to the last inference, the other party should be dishonest and was discovered by other CIA people. There has been no news for so long. There are only three possibilities. Either he has been secretly executed, or He was secretly detained, or he hid himself. Now it seems that the third and second possibilities are both possible. The specific situation requires some testing.

.........

The phone rang. Sean picked it up and looked at it. It was a strange number from an unknown location. It was obviously a fake number. After thinking about it, he picked it up.

"Hehe, it's a bit of a challenge. It's really... exciting!"

"..."

buzzing...

"Sean."

"Is there a problem?"

.........

There was silence on the phone, the other person did not speak, Sean also remained silent, and the time passed like this.

There has been no news from the other party for so long, and it can't be a coincidence that he suddenly appeared at this time. Sean needs to know where the other party plans to use it as an entry point to establish contact with him again.

"church?"

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Bamako World Hotel, a man with a hawkish attitude sat in front of the computer, flipping through the latest news from Bamako, with a falcon on his shoulder, dozing off.

"Listen Sean, Bamako World Hotel, Jeremiah, nicknamed Falcon, Mari Park, Balzac, nicknamed Fat Snake, 200 kilometers northwest of Bamako, Butter Fruit Village, Red Fox Mercenary Regiment, nine people, captain Hardy, nicknamed Red Fox..."

The church reported out a long list of names and coordinates, and finally slowly said: "Of course, I don't think these people can get your head. I think you think so too, but please believe me, there must be more than one person offering a reward for you. This is because I know them."

Sean frowned. He had been thinking about who issued the reward list this time. The CIA, SVR, GRU, SREL (Luxembourg Intelligence Service), some arms dealers, etc. might all want his life. There are always a lot of people, and there are too many possibilities, including the current Iraqi ZT Muhammad Ayoubi, who still maintains a certain cooperative relationship with him. These people may want his life. But now it seems that it is obvious that the CIA has taken action again after the last secretary. Last time, it may be that they wanted to lurk around him to obtain some information. This time, it is obvious that they want his life.

"I understand, what do you want?" Hearing the implication from the church's words, Sean was a little curious about what the other party wanted from him this time.

"Listen, I will pass on the specific information of these people to you. Once you survive this time, if you survive, I will contact you again. I wish you good luck, Sean."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Sean carefully reflected on the information conveyed by the other party. It was obvious that the other party had encountered something, or needed his help with something, but the premise was that he could survive this time. The other party was willing to formally establish contact with him again because of the malicious intent of the CIA. This showed that the other party had encountered something serious, and it was probably the trigger that led to the other party's accidental separation from the CIA.

and many more!

There is another possibility that the other party did not break away from the CIA, but as the CIA's back-up man, he survived this assassination. The other party gained trust and lurked around him or established a relationship with him to form a cooperative relationship. No matter which way, someone It will be easier for the CIA to attack him again, but this possibility is unlikely, because judging from the combination of the last time the other party reported to him in advance and the woman who privately asked him to help rescue, this possibility Although it is there, it is not big.

After figuring out the basic situation, Sean picked up his cell phone and called Apu. After the other party connected, he said directly: "World Hotel, Mali Park, now send people to control these places immediately, and no entry or exit is allowed. I will send you the information, find these people, and kill them!"

"In addition, there are some rats in Yuxiang Hotel, Valle Tavern, No. 36 Bamako Square, 200 kilometers northwest of the countryside, and Butter Fruit Village. Send them to hell!"

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone and called Joseph again.

"Joseph, send three teams. I will give you the address and information. Those places have been controlled by Apu's people. Go over and find the people and kill them!"

……

In the Yuxiang Hotel, an Asian young man who has a pretty sense of beauty and conforms to the aesthetics of most Asians is packing his things. He stretches out his long and delicate fingers to stroke an assembled AW50 precision sniper rifle, and then picks it up with a smile on his face. He kissed the cold gun body affectionately, and then put it into the rectangular black box beside it.

Although the Bamako government troops did not attack the small hotel where he was staying today after they were dispatched, he has been uneasy and has been surrounded by a fatal sense of horror. He has experienced this feeling many times, every time He had saved his life every time, and this time would be no exception. There must be more dangerous things waiting for speculators like them. He is a person who extremely believes in his own sense of crisis.

But obviously, his actions were not fast enough. Government soldiers appeared outside the hotel. It was still the SU-152 self-propelled artillery that attacked first. A 152mm anti-personnel explosive bomb exploded. It was the pinnacle of Soviet-style violent aesthetics. Roared!

Boom!

How could a small hotel withstand this kind of destruction? Rubbles flew everywhere and a gap was opened.

"(Korean: nasty guy)!"

The Asian young man who luckily escaped the explosion hugged the box, cursed in a low voice, quickly got up from the ground, walked through the corridor and stepped on the shabby stairs to go downstairs.

Boom!

Boom!

An explosive bomb struck again, blowing a big hole in the hotel again. It happened to be not far from him. He quickly fell to the ground anyway, and it didn't cause much damage except some splashed bricks. Just as he Fortunately, he got up from the ground and wanted to continue running away.

Whoosh!

A rocket flew from the outside and penetrated a large hole through his chest!

"Uh... ho... ho ho..."

The Asian young man lowered his head and glanced at the big hole in his chest, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Boom!

(End of this chapter)