Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 282 Kill Sean!
"Boss, everything will be settled tomorrow, and those who abandon us will not end well."

Joseph patted his chest and assured that in fact, without Apu's knowledge, most of his officers had already been flirting with Bai Ge security.

As the saying goes, Mali belongs to the Malian people, but it is not their Mali. Only the US dollars they get are their US dollars.

Perhaps most of them who followed Apu at the beginning still had a little faith, and some even had firm beliefs, but as time went by, they gradually realized that Apu could not realize their ideals because he was too weak. , Mali was too weak, and it was even more impossible for them, so their beliefs began to become less firm and began to shift.

"Haha, this guy has never been a law-abiding master from the beginning, but his power was too weak at the time, and now, he thinks he has enough force to resist."

Sean has been in contact with Apu for so long, and he has already known each other thoroughly. In the past, this guy seemed to be able to quickly come to his side in any situation, but it was because he was too weak. That's just the courage.

Maybe it was the now over 20,000 troops that gave him the courage?

But this is not important. What is important is that Sean will never give a second chance to a guy who is determined to betray him.

……

Bamako alluvial plain, the sun never sets on the imperial garrison camp.

"Huh!" The commander of the army on the opposite side snorted coldly and didn't care anymore: "The situation in Mali is now very strange. The new President Apu is self-respecting. Some people have already started to contact him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon take action. Sean took action because he believed that only by killing Sean could Mali truly become Mali belonging to the Malian people."

He seemed to be able to imagine his wife rolling over on the bed with that bastard Serveko at home!
Ding Ding Ding!
Just when he looked troubled and irritated, the landline phone on the table rang. He grabbed the phone and didn't give the other person a chance to speak. He just yelled: "Fake, bastard, if you bring me bad things, News, I will stick the long barrel of the AWM into your butt, and then, bang, the world will become completely silent!"

Snapped!
He put a large stack of documents back on the table with a headache, and said to himself angrily: "Damn it, what did I do wrong? Why did His Highness let me come to see Sean, a warmonger? Why can’t it be that bastard Serveco, Shet!”

Damn, God, can you tell your children why a private arms dealer has fighter jets!

people?

Hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Richard's forehead. He denied it with some embarrassment: "Uh... I'm sorry, Commander... I... I just thought it was someone else..."

On the other end of the phone, the commander of the Royal Welsh Regiment's face turned visibly gloomy, and his tone was cold: "Are you talking to me, Battalion Commander Richard Jason!"

(Parallel world setting, do not substitute)
However, because it has not participated in a real battle for a long time, there is a question mark as to how much combat effectiveness this pampered force can have.

Richard cautiously probed. After all, they were cooperating with Sean, not Apu. Once something happens to Sean, it will become unknown whether their right to garrison troops is legal and whether the benefits that were once distributed still belong to them. .

What an ironic word!
"You mean...I need to help Sean get through this?"

He reached out and scratched his slightly bald forehead, with an extremely annoyed look on his face. He knew very well how much he weighed. If he accidentally pissed off Sean, the enemy plane would bomb him and the entire military camp. Flying into the sky becomes fragmented!

Richard Jason was sitting in his office, flipping through the information on the table, with a map of Mali hanging behind him. He was a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander of the Royal Welsh Regiment of the British Army. As you can tell from the name of the unit, it is a personal guard unit directly affiliated with the Prince of Wales. There is no doubt about its combat effectiveness at the time of its creation.

"No, what I mean is, figure out when they will take action. At the critical moment, if Apu can't do it, you take action and kill Sean!"

The voice of the regiment commander on the other end of the phone was extremely firm and cold, as if he would not stop until Sean was killed.

"But... His Highness the Prince's side..." Richard hesitated.

"This is what His Highness the Prince means."

The legion commander spoke directly and blocked his words.

"Yes, I understand!"

Since it was His Highness the Prince's will, as a troop directly under His Highness the Prince, he naturally had to follow the other party's will, even if it was wrong.

……

The next day, 9:30 in the morning.

In front of the Bamako Municipal Government Building, a convoy slowly stopped. A Tiger armored vehicle with a gun turret in front cleared the way, as did the vehicle behind. A Mercedes-Benz S600 bulletproof vehicle in the middle was surrounded by people and stopped.

The convoy had just stopped when a well-built employee with a loaded gun quickly pushed open the door and got out of the car, alerting the surrounding area. Only then did the passenger door of the Mercedes-Benz open, revealing a good-looking man about 22 years old. An Asian girl wearing business attire and high heels walked out with a folder in her arms. She opened the rear door and protected Sean as he walked out.

Apu, who greeted Sean at the door, frowned. Sean's ostentation was too big, which made him very uncomfortable and a little envious at the same time.

Damn it, this guy is just a company president, I am the president of a country!

"Are the personnel ready?"

Apu turned to the black officer beside him and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, leader, as long as you give the order at the right time, our people will rush out!"

The black officer quickly assured him, his throat twitching unconsciously, and he felt his mouth was a little dry.

"Very well, after today, Mali will be our Mali!"

Apu showed a satisfied smile, adjusted his collar, and walked over to meet Sean.

"Hey, Mr. Sean, long time no see. I welcome you to accept my invitation!"

Looking at the black president in front of him who smiled like a flower and showed his big teeth, Sean had a calm expression on his face and faced him with the same smile.

"Haha, Mr. President invited me, so of course I have to go to the appointment. After all, our cooperation has always been very pleasant, isn't it?"

Sean nodded at the other person without leaving any trace.

"Haha, of course, it's just that I haven't seen Mr. Sean for a long time. I specially prepared a special program for you. I hope you like it."

(End of this chapter)