Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 366 Sir, are you here to clean up the battlefield?
"Ahem... I didn't expect... I hunted geese all day long, but I was pecked blind by the geese..."

Mammen regained her composure, and when she saw Sean and others coming around, she knew she couldn't escape. She coughed twice and murmured mockingly to herself.

"I want to know, who is your employer?"

Sean had a sinister smile on his lips, and after removing all the other party's weapons, he pulled off the headset he was wearing and asked.

"Hey, I am a soldier with professional ethics. Maybe you can think about it for yourself, who wants your life, sir."

Mammon shook her head with a mocking look on her face.

"Respectful warriors don't become mercenaries. Man, do you want to tell me a fairy tale?"

Sean shook his head, sneered, then picked up the headset in his hand and said, "Good luck to you, little mouse."

……

On the bell tower, the Duke, who was suppressing the Chinese Community Armed Forces, listened to the voice coming from the headset. His pupils shrank. He also heard the voice of Mamen just now. It was obvious that the captain had been captured alive by the enemy. At this time, the incoming The joking voice in his ears, he naturally knew it was from the other party, which made his face look a little ugly. He did not expect that even though they had various advantages, they still failed the mission, and even the entire team was left behind. , the captain was even captured alive by the opponent. This outcome was something he had never imagined.

After a burst of chaotic footsteps, Cen Lutao and others from upstairs walked down under the guidance of a bodyguard. When they saw the inhuman twisted object on the ground, Cen Lutao could still bear it, and everyone else could not stand it. She looked pale, especially Fang Yue, a little girl from a civilized society.

It's just that Sean is a little confused as to why William is so anxious to take action. If he dies now, the RFG Group will indeed suffer a heavy blow and even fall apart. Mali's interests will indeed be re-divided. This is indeed inevitable, but the problem is , how can the other party be so sure that it will get greater benefits than now in the new round of interest division.

The Duke did not leave directly, but pulled the gun bolt again, and shot Gangzi away who was still groaning in pain on the ground. Then he got up, grabbed his backpack and ran downstairs quickly, while going downstairs. While speaking into his headphones, he responded: "I think God will take care of me, sir."

As for getting away with it, he never thought about it. This would be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. Only a fool would do this.

The stinging pain on his face all the time and the itching feeling after such a while made him want to reach out and pick at it, but when his fingers touched the muscles, he was hit by severe pain. He could only moan helplessly after being stopped. This feeling was really maddening. Maybe this meant that he couldn't live or die.

stomping on...

"Painter... Painter... Haha... It seems that His Highness the Prince is not willing to be lonely..."

Almost all politicians have one thing in common: they always have a back-up when doing things, make decisions before acting, seek stability rather than change, and are ruthless.

The Duke was still a step too late. When he saw that the outside had been sealed off, he had no choice but to curse inwardly and retreat into Chinatown. He carefully avoided the armed groups and pedestrians and walked deeper into Chinatown.

At this time, a large number of police cars drove over from outside Chinatown and stopped at the intersection of Chinatown. Behind them were several armored off-road vehicles equipped with gun turrets. They immediately raised the cordon and sealed the place under martial law.

Upstairs in the Chinese Restaurant, Mamen, who had been tortured into a dehumanized state, was talking intermittently, praying for Sean to give him a good time.

Hearing this, Mammon's eyes were full of despair. He knew very well that neither the Venezuelan police nor the military would just let him die. And now for him, living is torture.

The sound of painful groans coming from the ground brought Sean back from his thoughts. Mammen just wanted to be happy at this time. The pain from the grenade fragments on his body was still bearable, and the pain from the muscle in his legs was also bearable. It wasn't that he couldn't bear it, but the pain on his face was really unbearable.

Sean glanced at him, looked into the other person's lifeless eyes, shook his head slightly, shrugged and gave the other person a helpless look and said: "No, no, no, Mr. Mamen, the police still need to talk to you."

Mammon doesn't know the true identity of the painter, but Sean knows it very well. Prince William's nickname in the Illuminati is called the painter. As the only guy in the Illuminati who currently has contact with Sean and has established an interest relationship, Sean can't Will forget each other's nickname.

"I...I don't know...he...his specific identity...I only know...his name...is the painter...please...give me...pleasure..."

Of course, these are not important to Sean. What is important is that since William made a move on him and almost succeeded, sooner or later this account will have to be settled with him.
"Uh... please... give me... pleasure..."

You must know that although the other party currently has the smallest interests among the three parties, with only a 30% share of underground resources, in the long run, Mali's education, transportation, finance, heating and gas industries will all be in the hands of the other party. Here, this is absolutely worth a penny. Although the benefits these industries can generate are not enough to close the gap with the Cape family and RFG Group, they are enough. Moreover, education, finance, and transportation are firmly in the hands of the other party. , after a long period of operation, it is almost equivalent to controlling the lifeblood of the entire Mali.

After saying that, he threw the headset on the ground and trampled it to pieces. He had to leave here quickly, otherwise he might not be able to leave later. There is a high probability that the Venezuelan military and police will directly block the entrance and exit of Chinatown. By then, It would be a fool's errand for a European-looking guy to get out of Venezuela smoothly. The other party would know that he did not enter Venezuela through formal channels.

It was obviously unrealistic to go out now. He had to find a way to avoid the search. The best way was to find a safe and hidden place to hide, and then find a way to get out after the other party lifted the blockade.

The compilation of books, the control of financial markets, and transportation restrictions can almost make the other party invincible in Mali. If it is really disrupted and divided again at this time, the end result will probably be more than the loss. Don't the other party think? Do you understand the problem?
Or do you mean that the other party has something to rely on?
In this regard, Sean prefers the latter. William is a typical political animal, scheming, capable, calm, and cold-blooded. To say that he is an excellent business talent may need to be discounted, but he is definitely a qualified politician. There is no doubt about this. A qualified politician cannot have such a narrow vision, nor can he do things without leaving any options behind.

"Ugh...ahem...yuk!"

After seeing so many miserable corpses on the front stairs, Fang Yue was able to hold back from vomiting for a while. She was just pale and a little nauseous, but when she saw Mammen for the first time, she couldn't help it immediately. , His stomach was churning violently, and he immediately held on to the wall and jumped out, instantly spraying out the food he had just eaten that had not yet been digested.

The bright red muscles on his face were so shocking that even a grown man could not withstand the impact.

However, her vomiting was met with disaster. In a chain reaction, Cen Xiuwu, Li Jianye and others beside her couldn't bear it any longer. They held their hands on the wall and started vomiting until they even vomited out their stomach acid. Can take a breather.

"This... little brother Liang's method, Lao Cen, I admire..."

Only Cen Lutao, although his face was pale, the muscles on his face twitched a few times and his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times before he endured it.

"Haha, it's just a small trick, it's hard to reach the level of elegance."

Sean smiled. Of course he knew what these people were thinking, and he also knew how much impact this scene would have on these people, but what he wanted was this effect. Although the two parties were natural allies, cooperation The relationship is definitely close enough for now, but he also has to show the other party his methods and give them a little shock.

The rule that big fish eats small fish and small fish eats shrimps will never change. For Sean, he will always make others feel that he is strong enough and fierce enough. Only in this way can he make others feel that they want to target him. Think about it more. The most important thing for survival in the jungle is to show your fangs!
Only those who are fierce enough can have the last laugh!
stomping on...

After a while, a group of heavily armed Venezuelan SWAT police rushed up from the bottom of the stairs.

“No te muevas!”

(Spanish: Don’t move!)

"Hey gentlemen, the battle is over. Are you here to clean up the battlefield?"

Sean and others cooperated to put down their weapons, but Sean was not polite at all about the slow speed of the police's dispatch. He was not afraid of these thugs.

"Sir, please cooperate with us!"

The leading police officer frowned, waved his hand and ordered: "Control them!"

"Yes!"

Seeing the actions of this group of policemen, Sean and others frowned, and Cen Lutao blew his beard angrily and glared: "You bastards, do you think we are terrorists?"

"Sorry sir, the situation at the scene is complicated, please cooperate!"

The policeman leading the group suddenly felt a headache. Seeing that this group of people were well-dressed, and except for Sean's bodyguards, they were all Chinese. It was obvious that they were the ones who were attacked, but now the attackers were completely wiped out, and there was still a person on the ground. At first glance, they looked like someone who had been lynched, which made them a little embarrassed for a while. They wanted to take the person away first, but they did not dare to use violence.

"Sir, a total of 15 minutes have passed since we called the police for help. 15 minutes! Fake Squid! If I didn't bring a bodyguard today, our bodies would be cold by now! And, Mr. Police, what was your first reaction when you came here? Not to find out the identity of the murderer, but to control us, I have reason to suspect that you are with this group of terrorists!"

Sean walked up to the leading police officer, ignored the gun that the other person had seized, pointed at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist and slapped it in the other person's face, and asked angrily: "Sir, if you still want to deal with it this way, I will I will definitely sue you and bankrupt you. I have enough money to litigate with you, and you, Mr. Police, are you ready?"

Facing the arrogant Sean, the team leader cursed in his heart, but his momentum couldn't help but weaken, because what the other party said was right. The other party had plenty of money to litigate with him, and he was just an ordinary team leader. , how to fight with others.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Sean reached out and pointed at the other person's chest and said: "Remember, I am a businessman. I can cooperate with your police investigation, but you can't treat me like a gangster!"

As he spoke, Sean stretched out his hand and pushed the other person away and walked straight downstairs. Jin Dun and other bodyguards also followed, followed closely by Cen Lutao and others.

(The plot requires it. Do not imitate it abroad, otherwise your account will most likely be canceled.)
"Shit!"

After everyone had left, the team leader kicked the wall hard.

"hiss--!"

The tingling sensation from the toes instantly invaded his nerves. He took a breath of cold air in pain and jumped up and down holding his feet.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! It's best not to fall into my hands, otherwise I will make you look good!"

The leader felt as if he was going to explode with anger. He was jumping on one foot while waving his arms and saying harsh words.

"Captain... these people are too arrogant..."

Most of the team members on the side chose to remain silent and not touch his troubles, but one of the younger team members made a silly complaint.

"Damn it, then go and shoot them all!"

The team leader glared at the team member angrily, his eyes seeming to spit out fire.

"Uh……"

The team member immediately shut his mouth and laughed. The captain didn't dare to move. How dare he, a little guy, dare to mess around.

"Take this damn garbage away!"

The team leader glanced at the human-shaped Mamen on the ground with extreme disgust, and his face turned pale. This state was really miserable. He waved his hand impatiently and walked downstairs. Others will handle the situation here. They They only need to take Mammon, who is not dead, to the ambulance outside. The rest has nothing to do with them.

Several team members were a little numb when they saw Mamen's appearance, especially when they asked about the unpleasant smell of the vomit that Fang Yue and others had just mixed with the smell of blood at the scene. To be honest, they almost They were all vomited by the smoke, but they had to endure the discomfort to pick up the dying Mamen and walk quickly downstairs.

……

"Alright sir, please take a good rest during the next period of time. By the way, be careful not to eat spicy food, tobacco or alcohol, etc. to prevent wound inflammation."

In the hospital, the doctor disinfected and bandaged Sean's shoulder and treated the wound.

"I understand, doctor."

Sean nodded. As for the doctor's advice on avoiding tobacco and alcohol, he just treated it as if it went in one ear and out the other. He couldn't live without these two things.

(End of this chapter)