Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 334 Angry Ahmed
"what happened?"

Sean frowned, lowered the partition, and patted the front row.

"Boss, a car suddenly rushed out..."

The bodyguard driving the car frowned and was about to explain when the car turned out in front and opened the door. A man with various tattoos all over his body stepped out. He was also holding a bottle of XO in his hand and pouring a few into his mouth from time to time. mouth.

The guy wandered to the front of the Rolls-Royce Phantom and took a look through the windshield of the car in front, with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

boom!
Suddenly, the guy raised the XO bottle in his hand and hit it directly on the windshield. With a "crash", the car windshield shattered.

However, this guy felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger. He raised the bottle of wine in his hand again and smashed it on the head of the bodyguard who was responsible for acting as a good driver.

"Suka BuLei!"

Sean's bodyguards are not good people. They are basically Cossacks. Their main occupation is fighting and killing people. How can they be bullied?

The bodyguard driving the car grabbed the smashed wine bottle, reached out with his other big hand, grabbed the other person's neck collar, and pulled hard, then pulled the guy's body of more than 100 kilograms over, even to the point of being pulled The entire upper body was lying on the front hood. This was because the guy was not standing directly in front, but to the front and side, otherwise the whole body would have been pulled onto the hood.

"Sukabule, you drunkard, are you tired of living?"

Sean watched silently in the car, half-squinting his eyes. He was wondering whether the scene in front of him was a coincidence or someone did it deliberately. Just now, he even thought it would be a premeditated attack, but now Looking at it, it is obviously not the case, which is a bit confusing.

The guy was pulled so suddenly, and he was obviously a little sober after being drunk. Looking at the strong man in the car who was almost wet, he didn't even look like he was very hot. Moreover, this was a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and it was obviously inside. The guy is a rich man, and no matter which country in the world, rich people are among the people who should not be messed with. He waved his hands repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, this is a misunderstanding, gentlemen..."

Snapped!
However, the bodyguard didn't care about him, and gave him a big dick with his backhand, and then turned to look at Sean.

It can be said that this kind of drunkard can be found in almost all countries in the world, but no one wants to bang this kind of SB, which is really unlucky.

The health care worker in the front row stared at a pair of bull's eyes and said ferociously.

"Take him to the roadside and teach him a lesson."

Several bodyguards directly pushed the door down. Regardless of the man's struggle and begging for mercy, they dragged him to the side of the road without any explanation and gave him a set of Russian massage techniques. After the man was almost beaten, the guy could only The remaining air was out and no air was in. It looked like he might not survive if he wasn't rescued in time.

Sean waved his hand in disinterest, motioning for the bodyguard to move further away.

Because the Rolls-Royce Phantom has suffered trauma, it is obviously unrealistic to leave in a sitting position now. I have no choice but to notify the rental company to collect the car and report damage, and then send a new car over.

Everyone got into the newly delivered car and drove away. People from the rental company began to inspect the damage to the car. The drunk man who had been beaten had already been taken to the hospital by the ambulance that came over.

On the other side, in the presidential suite of a five-star luxury hotel, a sinister-looking middle-aged man was wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a wine glass and standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, murmuring: "Sean, Middle East The hyena here is interesting..."...

Libya, Tripoli.

The war between the three parties remained the same as before, when the Kurdish helicopter took off. Followed closely by the helicopters of the Kadafa tribe, and the last Tahanu tribe was not to be outdone. What’s funny is that they all wanted to send their own armed helicopters to kill the other two guys, but the result was The pilots of these helicopters are all colleagues from the same company. They only attack ground targets in the air and don't care about the opponent at all. The few air-to-air missiles they occasionally throw out are all deflected.

This resulted in the battle lasting for more than a month, and all the dead were ground troops. In addition to expending a lot of artillery shells, only two helicopters from the three parties were unfortunately shot down by the guys on the ground.

As for the casualties of the ground troops, it can be said that no one among the three parties took advantage. Everyone's losses were not small, but they were still within the acceptable range.

"Shit! How can these two tribes still be so powerful in fighting? Didn't it mean that they were at the end of their rope in the war some time ago?"

In the temporary headquarters of the PKK, Ahmed was extremely angry and roared repeatedly.

Obviously, as long as he can capture Tripoli, the benefits he can take into his mouth are simply unimaginable. However, just a while ago, the three parties in Tripoli were fighting in a melee, attacking each other and trying to compete for control of Tripoli. In the end, one party completely After falling down, the two sides were seriously injured, and the armistice agreement was hastily signed and ended.

But now you tell me, these two forces, which have been severely weakened, actually blocked the attack of the PKK armed forces?

The error in intelligence not only caused him such a big loss, but now he is already in a state of having to fight with an arrow on the string. Now that the battle has become like this, he wants to stop, but he is not willing to do so. If he doesn't stop, he doesn't know how long he will have to fight. .

Mainly those two tribes. He didn't know whether they were strong or weak, whether they were holding on or having sufficient strength. He was not too sure. The only thing he could be sure of was the Kadafa tribe. The artillery bombings told him every day. , the Kadafa tribe has extremely profound heritage.

This difficult situation made Ahmed feel very depressed, which also made his temper become more and more irritable recently, breaking and yelling at every turn.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

There was a knock on the door of the temporary command post, and Ahmed frowned and said, "Come in."

The guard who came in was not the one he expected, or in other words, it was not just his guard. Behind him was a pretty white girl. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lina?
"Hi Chief Ahmed, how are you doing?"

Lina stepped into the command post and observed the somewhat chaotic environment calmly. She didn't need to think too much to know that this was Ahmed's masterpiece, and it was still fresh. This made Lina's lips quiver. A smile made her look even more beautiful.

"Oh, damn, you know Lina, I think I shouldn't be so anxious to start a fight. Damn it, I should let the bastards from the Tahanu tribe and the Kadafa tribe fight to the death first!"

When Ahmed saw that the person coming was Lina, he wiped his face and tried to keep his tone calm.

(End of this chapter)