Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 386 Interception
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"Mr. Sean, you are so polite. So, let's get to the point. I wonder what kind of treatment Mr. Sean's RFG Group plans to give me."

Torregrev is just like the stereotype of the Russians in most people. He doesn't beat around the bush when speaking or doing things. He doesn't like to push things around during a meal. On the contrary, he prefers to get straight to the point. The purpose of having dinner together is not to date, but to get things done.

"three million!"

Sean held up three fingers and said, "Three million dollars a year, plus 34% of the profit, various insurances, a villa, and twelve bodyguards to ensure your safety. This treatment is definitely the best in the industry. As long as you nod, Mr. Torregrev, we can sign the contract now. In order to protect your safety, I brought a 28-member bodyguard team this time, of whom are dedicated to protecting you, Mr. Torregrev. They are already in Moscow and can escort you to Abu Dhabi to take up your post at any time. Your family can also come with you."

The treatment offered was absolutely sincere, with an annual salary of three million US dollars plus dividends, which meant that as long as Torreglev signed the contract, his annual income would be around five million US dollars. In addition, he would also have various life insurances, an independent apartment, a bodyguard team of up to twelve people, and already arranged escort personnel. It could be said that everything that could be taken into consideration was arranged perfectly.

"Mr. Sean, your generosity is irresistible, and you have already arranged everything. I don't think I have any reason to refuse. But as for the contract, how about we sign it tomorrow?"

Torreglev originally thought that it would take some time to reach an agreement. After all, the Chinese are notoriously shrewd and often slow in doing business. However, he did not expect Sean to be so simple and crude, and had already arranged everything. He even brought the security personnel responsible for escorting him, and even considered his own worries. This is enough to show that the other party came with full sincerity this time and was determined to get him. Naturally, he would not refuse such good conditions, otherwise it would be ungrateful. However, he still needed to be vigilant about signing the contract. After all, the Chinese were notoriously cunning. If there were one or two loopholes in the contract, he would fall into an abyss if he rashly signed his name.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to sign it right away. He has to wait until tomorrow to make an appointment with a lawyer and study the contract carefully before he can start writing.

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Torregrev. You decide the time. I will definitely cooperate with you."

Sean had no objection to this. After all, it was normal to be cautious when signing a contract, not to mention that his contract was basically a contract of sale. Once signed, he would never be able to return to Russia.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Sean. You can try the food here. Mm, the authentic Russian-style barbecue is guaranteed to satisfy you."

After the main business was settled, the atmosphere at the dinner table was obviously better, the atmosphere was harmonious between both sides, and both the guests and hosts enjoyed the meal very much.

That night, Sean boarded a plane directly to Abu Dhabi. Now that the deal was settled, he naturally did not plan to stay in Russia for long. He had just poached someone else's talent, and even if the other party tacitly agreed to let him go, he could not be so arrogant. The Russians also want to save face.

The next day, on the way to the airport, a plane from Moscow to Abu Dhabi took off smoothly at Vnukovo International Airport. Torregrev, escorted by as many as 28 bodyguards, left Russia safely, along with his wife.

They were not intercepted or assassinated in Russia, and Russia did not seem to intend to investigate further. Of course, this may just be because they were unwilling to take action against him at home. Who knows?

The plane landed successfully at Zayed International Airport in Abu Dhabi. 28 strong bodyguards stood in a neat position to escort Torreglev out of the VIP channel. RFG Group employees who were responsible for picking him up were already waiting outside.

"Hello, are you Mr. Torregrev?"

A bearded burly man who was leading the group came forward and asked.

"You are?"

Although Torreglev knew that Sean would arrange to pick him up at the airport, he still needed to confirm it. Only by being vigilant can one live longer, and this is an eternal truth.

"Hello, Mr. Torregrev, my name is Vasily, I'm an employee of RFG Group, and the boss arranged for me to pick you up."

The bearded man introduced himself and waved his hand, and a line of cars came into view. In the middle was a bulletproof Cadillac with the back door already opened.

The captain of the bodyguards assigned to Torregrev made a phone call to confirm Vasily's identity, then nodded to Torregrev.

"Then trouble you."

Torreglev got into the back seat of the Cadillac, and other security personnel got into other vehicles. The convoy started and headed straight for the ferry.

Boom boom boom!
The convoy had just entered an area with less traffic when, at an intersection, three motorcycles suddenly drove in from three intersections ahead at a very fast speed.

The bodyguard captain saw this scene and immediately became alert and frowned. He quickly pressed the headset and ordered: "Gentlemen, pay attention to those three motorcycles."

Three motorcycles came speeding over, and when they were about to pass by each other, the three drivers suddenly pulled out a PP19 Bison submachine gun from their pockets at the same time!
This is one of the most classic submachine guns in Russia. It was designed in 1993 by Viktor Kalashnikov, the son of AK designer Kalashnikov, and Alexei Dragunov, the son of SVD designer Yevgeny Fedorovich Dragunov.

When I saw this submachine gun, I knew who the other person was without even having to think about it.

The killer from Russia!
Da da da……

When the two sides were engaged, three submachine guns opened fire at the same time, spraying the convoy crazily and forcing the vehicles to stop in the middle of the road. The drivers of two of the vehicles were killed on the spot and the vehicles were out of control, but fortunately, because the speed was not very fast, they did not roll over. They just swung their tails and hit other vehicles or a large tree on the roadside before stopping.

squeak--!
The vehicles stopped one after another, and the bodyguards quickly deployed defenses with their groggy heads shaking. Some protected the Cadillac, while others drew their guns. With a clear division of labor, they handled the situation calmly and composedly, without any panic.

"Sir, please don't be afraid. Our rescue will arrive soon. Before that, we will protect your safety."

The bodyguards pressed Torregrev's body down and tried to calm him down. Torregrev was not like them, a veteran of the battlefield, with a strong heart. If he did something out of fear or other emotions, it would undoubtedly make their protection work more difficult.

"I'm fine. Torregrev won't be scared. Don't worry about me."

Although Torregrev is in his sixties, his heart is extremely strong. He remained calm throughout and his words were very clear, without showing any obvious fear.

The bodyguards felt a little relieved after seeing this and began to contact the company headquarters for support. They only had pistols and were on an empty road without even a building to find, so it would be difficult to escape. Moreover, they were so close to the company that they only needed to hold on for a moment and the company's helicopter would arrive.

Less than two minutes later, three motorcycles drove up again, and the three riders raised their Bison submachine guns and aimed at the stopped convoy.

Bang bang bang…

The bodyguards did not hesitate at all and used the vehicle as a temporary cover to shoot at the three riders. Although it was basically impossible to hit them at such a long distance and with the opponent on a high-speed motorcycle, the purpose of shooting was not to hit the opponent, but just to cause some interference.

Boom boom boom!
The three riders faced the rain of bullets without fear. They drove their motorcycles madly closer and pulled the trigger at the same time when the distance was almost right.

Da da da... a dense rain of bullets came, and several bodyguards were shot and fell to the ground immediately. Of course, two of the three knights were also unlucky and were shot to the ground. The last knight passed by the stopped convoy again and drove away.

But this is also good news. Two of the three knights have been killed, and the last one is unlikely to continue the attack. Even if he really turns back to launch an attack, the final result will only be one more life.

However, before the rescue arrived, the convoy did not act rashly. At this time, even the slightest carelessness was a must, as no one knew whether the other party had any backup plans.

Sure enough, not long after the last knight left, two heavy trucks were seen driving quickly one after the other, actually sandwiching the convoy in the middle!
"Suka BuLei!"

Seeing this scene, even the usually calm bodyguard captain and Vasily couldn't help but swear. If they were really caught in the middle and hit, they would be crushed into pieces.

"Get out of here!"

The captain of the bodyguards put on the headset and gave an order. At the same time, the driver of their Cadillac started the car without hesitation and turned the steering wheel hard to the side.

squeak--!
The car skidded on the spot, its front end tilted and it rushed out onto the road.

"Damn it! I must kill these bastards!"

Vasily was cursing while fastening his seat belt. After joining the company, he originally wanted to go to hot spots such as Africa or Iraq so that he could get more allowances, but the company temporarily arranged him at the headquarters, which made him feel a little depressed. He couldn't use his skills, and who would have thought that he would encounter such an attack in the relatively stable UAE? The key point was that he didn't have any weapons that could allow him to launch an effective counterattack, which made him feel very depressed.

Bang!
As expected, the two heavy trucks collided with each other with a loud noise. It was foreseeable that if they had happened at one o'clock in the evening, they would have been sandwiched together.

Two sturdy men walked out of the cab of a heavy truck, each of them carrying an RPG-18 anti-tank rocket launcher on his shoulders. They stretched out their guns and aimed them at the convoy that was fleeing.

The RPG-18 anti-tank rocket launcher, nicknamed "Fly", was developed by the former Soviet Union in the late 70s. It is a disposable anti-tank weapon that does not occupy a certain position in the organization and is specially used to attack targets such as armored vehicles, military equipment and field fortifications. The rocket launcher began to be equipped with Soviet motorized infantry, airborne troops and other Warsaw Pact troops in the late 70s, and was used in the battlefield in Afghanistan.

Its main parts are made of light metal and non-metal materials. In order to reduce the carrying volume, a sleeve structure is adopted, which shortens the marching length of the weapon by 1/3, making it convenient to store, transport and use. The disadvantage is that it has low power and is a disposable anti-tank weapon that can be thrown away after firing.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two PG-18V HEAT hollow charge armor-piercing rockets were fired and chased after the convoy.

"Suka BuLei!"

The convoy is not on the road now. The terrain outside the road is complex and there are many trees. It is extremely difficult to avoid it. Besides, it is quite difficult to avoid it even on the road.

boom! boom!
Two explosions were heard and flames shot into the sky. Two of the cars were blown into the sky on the spot, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping, burning fiercely. One of the cars happened to hit the front of the Cadillac.

Bang!
Squeak—bang!

The Cadillac driver turned the steering wheel wildly but it was of no avail. The vehicle lost control and crashed into a tree, which was obviously deformed.

"Ahem... Bah, damn it!"

Vasily spat fiercely in the passenger seat, shook his dizzy head, glanced at the unconscious driver, and cursed inwardly.

"Ahem...Mr. Torregrev, are you okay?"

The captain of the bodyguards let go of Torregrev who was being protected by him, not caring about the pain on his body and head caused by the collision. He just reacted very quickly and protected the other party under him, but after all, Torregrev was so old, he was still very worried. He didn't want his mission to fail. If Torregrev really got into trouble during the attack, he could imagine how angry the boss would be.

"Uh... I'm fine, damn, they really want to kill me!"

There was a hint of indignation in Torregrev's tone. How could this sound like he was tacitly agreeing to his job-hopping? It was clearly a fight to the death. This wasn't a war-torn area, and the other party was actually using an RPG to bombard him?

Why don't they just drop a nuke?
He couldn't understand it. He had dedicated almost his entire life to the country, and now he was leaving because of salary issues. And he didn't throw himself into the arms of the enemy country. Did he have to die?

"Please rest assured, sir. As long as we are alive, we will definitely protect your safety. The company's support will arrive soon."

The captain of the bodyguards heard some changes in the other party's emotions and quickly spoke to comfort him. At a time like this, it is very important to stay calm.

"Man, we are in big trouble."

While Vasily was unbuckling his seat belt, he turned around and saw more than a dozen armed men getting out of a heavy truck on the road, and he reminded the bodyguard captain with a grim expression.

"Gentlemen, protect Mr. Torregrev. Hold on for a while. Our support will arrive soon."

The captain of the bodyguards nodded to Vasily, then pressed the microphone and gave an order, then turned to Torregrev and said, "Sir, are you okay? We need to get off the car."

"Thank you, I am fine."

The bodyguard captain and Vasily escorted Torregrev out of the car and then went into the woods.

Several bodyguards were left on the spot to block the enemy. They were not sure whether they could find a terrain that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. They could only use their numerical advantage to carry out multi-stage blocking, causing certain troubles for the enemy's pursuit.

The opponents were all armed with automatic weapons, while they only had pistols. If they didn't have a suitable terrain, it would be difficult to wait for support to arrive. They were also not sure whether the opponents had other lethal weapons, so they didn't dare to take the risk.

The dozen or so pursuers who got off the heavy trucks moved in an orderly manner. They were obviously well-trained guys. This made Vasily, who turned his head to observe, feel depressed. He regretted it very much now. If he had known earlier, he would have brought with him a dozen artillery shells and individual anti-tank missiles when he came out.

(End of this chapter)