Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 332 Flying to Caracas
At the height of the war between the three forces in Tripoli, Sean was already on a plane flying to Caracas, the capital of Venezuela.

The procurement meeting for the Venezuelan Ministry of National Defense is about to begin. This will be a feast, and of course Sean will not let it go. No matter what, he has to take a bite of this big cake, and Leslie is already there.

Sitting in the first class cabin of the plane, flight attendants would come over to ask for help from time to time. I wished I could get into Sean's arms immediately and let him feel the enthusiasm of the flight attendants on international flights. The main reason was that Sean looked like a rich man. People, the Patek Philippe Star and Moon Tourbillon Ref600 on the wrist makes people know that it is worth a lot of money at a glance.

Moreover, flight attendants, let alone anything else, have very sharp eyesight. Not to mention watches, just the custom-made handmade suit on Sean's body, anyone with a bit of discernment can tell it by just looking at it. Their net worth is beyond the reach of ordinary people. If they can be favored by such a person, it means that they will no longer need to be a stewardess in this life. In addition, Sean looks very young and handsome at first glance. These two points are Very big plus.

Young, rich, and handsome, this is simply the most perfect dream lover!
And you can tell at a glance that he is very strong, which is very impressive.

Of course, Sean's appearance may not have much market in China where pretty faces are popular. It can only be said that he is not ugly, not attractive to most women, and is too masculine.

It's a pity that although these flight attendants are not bad, in Sean's eyes, apart from their good figures, they really have nothing to praise. European and American women rarely have looks that match his aesthetics, so when faced with the pretense of these flight attendants, he is not polite. He's no horny Teddy.

Caracas is located in the Caracas Valley on the shores of the Caribbean Sea, at the southern foot of the Avila Mountains in the north-central part. Unfortunately, Sean, the city is surrounded by mountains, with an altitude of 922 meters, a permanent population of approximately 322 million, and an average annual temperature of 21 Founded in 1567, it is a multi-ethnic city, the largest city in Venezuela, the political, economic and cultural center, and the capital of Venezuela.

In the VIP passage of Simon Bolivar International Airport in Caracas, a group of strong white men walked out surrounded by a young Asian man. Half behind him, there was also an Asian man holding a laptop computer. American young woman.

Outside the airport, a luxury motorcade had been waiting for a long time. Standing in front of it was a white man with meticulously combed hair. He looked inside the airport from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone. You could see it from the sign he was holding. .

Sean!

Ryan greeted you politely, and then extended his hand to invite you: "I have been arranged by the Capai clan leader to receive you. The car is ready. Please come with me."

"Mr. Sean, welcome to Caracas."

People passing by looked sideways and speculated whether any big shot was coming to Venezuela. This was not a small battle, but they never thought that there was a big shot in Venezuela named Sean.

Sean looked at the white man in front of him, nodded and followed his lead and got into the car.

"It's actually an Asian!"

"Oh maiga!"

Leslie was very interested in Venezuela's bidding. He came earlier than Sean and had already arranged a hotel to stay in.

"This is incredible!"

Ryan stood quietly in front of the motorcade and waited, holding high a sign with Sean's English words in his hand. When he saw Sean striding out surrounded by bodyguards, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly greeted him. Go up.

"I don't know if I'm from RB or from the Universe..."

"He's too young!"

When the passers-by saw that the visitor was an Asian, they all exclaimed. Asian big shots are rare in South American countries like Venezuela. Sean and others ignored the exclamations of passers-by and left straight away after getting in the car. The luxury convoy took a cloud of smoke and dust and flew away, slowly disappearing from people's sight.

Sofitel Legend Caracas is one of the best hotels in Caracas. This five-star hotel is famous for its traditional and modern design and luxurious facilities. Not only the rooms are spacious and bright, but also the decoration is luxurious. Elegant and equipped with the latest technological equipment, the hotel is equipped with multiple high-end restaurants and bars that serve food and drinks 24 hours a day. In addition, it also provides multiple facilities such as fitness centers, swimming pools and spas. Relaxation area.

This is the hotel Leslie chose to stay, and Leslie has been waiting for Sean's arrival at the hotel early.

"Hey Sean, you're finally here and I can't wait any longer!"

Leslie greeted Sean and gave him a bear hug.

"Well, Leslie, my friend, don't worry, the bidding won't start for another three days."

Sean responded with a bear hug, shook his head helplessly and said.

"NoNoNo, damn it, I seriously doubt that you are too arrogant. Damn it, although the bidding will not start for another three days, the competition has already started!"

Leslie put her hand on her forehead, looking defeated by Sean.

"Huh? Tell me what's going on?"

When Sean heard this, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and he asked with half-squinted eyes.

"Come on, take a look at this. This is the information I've collected over the past two days."

Leslie took out a cell phone, unlocked it and handed it to Sean.

"At the JW Marriott Hotel, a white man was shot multiple times in the back and was shot to death in the room. It was later determined that he committed suicide?"

"His true identity is... Nokia agent?"

Nokia is familiar because of its mobile phones, but in fact, what many people don’t know is that in addition to being a technology company, it is also an arms company. The “Nokia-Sako Bullet” it launched is a very popular High-precision bullets, in addition to the TRG-42 sniper rifle, Valmet M60 rifle and other weapons and equipment, are also the works of Nokia.

Of course, it’s not just Nokia. There are many companies that also have their own arms businesses, such as DuPont’s various ammunition, 3M’s various body armors and helmets, Samsung’s destroyers and various carrier aircraft, Swarovski’s various Sights and so on.

"A white man drowned while taking a bath in the bathroom of the Melia luxury hotel. He was an agent of BAE Systems."

Sean frowned. There were several records of similar incidents. Almost without exception, they were either agents of a certain arms company or a private arms dealer who was doing pretty well. Most of them were about the same size as Sean is pretty much the same.

(End of this chapter)