Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 248 Conspiracy
Bamako, on the northwest outskirts of the city, is an important military location in Mali. It houses the Combined Arms Military Academy. It was once the site of a military camp for the French colonial army. It was taken back after independence. The military camp here was named Sundiata. Military camp, where most of the government troops in Divasa are stationed.

Sundiata was once the name of the king of the "Mandine Kingdom" in Mali's history. He defeated the invasion of foreign tribes and established the Mali Empire that flourished in the early 13th century. There is also a square belonging to the Mali Empire on the opposite side of the military camp. The Martyrs' Monument in Mali was built specifically to commemorate the martyrs who died heroically in the fight against foreign invaders.

In a private house on the north side of Martyrs Square, there were several people sitting under dim lights. Some of them were wearing jackets and some were wearing suits. They all had Eastern European faces, and most of them were sturdy.

"Archie, there is still no progress in cooperation with Apu. Should we think of other breakthroughs?"

A fat, bald man with a long beard rubbed his bald head and asked.

The guy named Archie was a guy with an average build and unremarkable appearance. He picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a deep drink with a normal expression. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

"Who?"

Several people looked at the door warily, and at the same time took out their own guns and pointed them at the door. It seemed that if there was anything wrong, they would shoot directly.

"Don't be nervous, guys, I'm just here to deliver a message to you."

However, what they are a little confused about is that both sides are arms dealers, and the competition for the market is life-and-death, so why does the other party need to treat themselves and others to dinner?
I'm afraid, there is no such thing as a good feast!
"This is our chance!"

Archie fell silent for a moment. To be honest, the young man's proposal made him very excited, but there was a fatal problem that needed to be solved.

"Sean!"

When Sean dies, how will he, as a person at the scene, escape?
He has no doubt that he will be beaten by the other party's employees!

In the end, he decided to take the risk. As long as they really killed Sean and left safely, they would easily make a lot of money from the chain reaction and the reshuffle of the arms market. For this reason, they took the risk. A certain amount of risk he felt was worth it.

"In this way, when the time comes, Pavel will be responsible for sniping the target outside. The few of us will bring two RG60TB thermobaric grenades. When the time comes, this will be the guarantee for our safe departure!"

The young man's face was flushed and his tone was slightly excited: "We can arrange for Pavel to snipe on the opposite side. At that time, you only need to expose his head as much as possible. With a 'bang', everything will be over. As long as we snipe successfully, the entire We will take a big bite out of Mali’s arms market!”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that someone wants to see you, tomorrow at 12 noon, Bamako World Hotel."

Everyone else nodded, and they also tended to be Sean, because Sean had just returned to Mali today, and someone came to tell them in the evening that someone wanted to see them. Apart from Sean, they could not think of anyone else who would do this.

Hearing this, everyone in the room fell silent for a while. After a while, the bearded man asked: "Who do you think it might be?"

"You mean..." Archie suddenly raised his head and said slowly: "Assassinate him?"

A calm man's voice came from outside the door, causing several people in the room to frown tightly. After hesitating for a moment, Archie asked aloud: "Who are you?"

Archie said firmly: "I think it must be Sean!"

A thin young man spoke slowly: "Sean is currently the largest arms dealer in Mali. He is squeezing our living space. If we don't deal with it, we will eventually be kicked out. He is about to monopolize this place." A market!”

Ordinary people are afraid of death, capitalists are afraid of poverty!

If these desperadoes want to become capitalists, the most important quality they need is not to be afraid of death!

In the early morning, the dazzling sun cast golden light. Sean was doing morning jogging on the track wearing a vest. Joseph, an old guy in his forties or fifties, accompanied him. I have to say that this guy is really getting stronger with age. He is so big. Despite his age, he still runs without blushing or heartbeat. There is no problem at all in keeping up with Sean. "What did Apu say?"

After his morning run, Sean wiped his sweat with a towel and turned to Joseph to ask questions.

"He said he had suffered heavy losses and wanted more support from us."

Joseph answered as he picked up the kettle and drank.

"Okay, provide him with two more Soviet BM-2 Hail self-propelled rocket launchers, three 21S2 Hyacinth 5mm self-propelled howitzers, one Hind, three KV-152 heavy tanks, and three hundred thousand rounds each. Type of artillery shells, deliver them to him as soon as possible. If you still can't advance the front, just replace them."

Sean is still generous in this regard. The empire the other party conquers will belong to him. If he doesn’t charge money now, he will charge more in the future!

"I understand, Boss."

Joseph nodded and left.

……

At the Bamako World Hotel, Cossacks such as Oleg and Ivan arranged for snipers to be installed on all commanding heights around the hotel. Not only that, they also temporarily replaced all hotel security guards with company employees. For Sean They have always been extremely careful about safety issues and never let go of any possible danger.

"Each team reports on the situation."

Oleg checked the reserved box and pressed the headset.

"One group is in place."

"The second team is in place."

……

"Damn it, Skeleton, I feel the ostracism!"

Christmas had an indignant look on his face. Although no one in the company had mentioned it, the actual situation was that they, employees with beautiful American backgrounds, were in a bit of an embarrassing situation after the last mole incident. Originally, they, American employees, were the company's The second largest faction, but now both the dispersed employees from various countries and the Cossack employees are deliberately alienating themselves and others.

"Boss isn't targeting us, is he?"

Barney shrugged indifferently. Of course he could feel the atmosphere of the company, but there was nothing that could be done about it. The problem was with their American employees. This was an indisputable fact. It was good that the company didn't crack down on it. Now The exclusion is nothing more than a spontaneous act by the employees.

"Of course I know, but it feels very uncomfortable."

Christmas grumbled as he packed his weapons.

"No, no, no, Christmas, you have to know that Boss is willing to let us protect him personally. This is our chance. As long as there is no problem this time, those Cossacks have no reason to continue to exclude us."

Li Jie stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, signaling him not to think too much.

(End of this chapter)