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Chapter 91: Caught a Fish! (First Update!)

Even though the air conditioner was on in the conference room, Wang Ya and others who heard these words still felt a chill that penetrated into their bones.

After saying these words, Lin Yi slowly turned his head.

The whole person's temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes in this short period of time.

If we say that Lin Yi's temperament a few minutes ago was that of a college student who had just started a business, he was a playboy who didn't know his place.

So now, the temperament he displays is that of a person in power.

That kind of condescending look that comes from the inside out and looks down on everything equally cannot be faked or acted out.

Being looked down upon, Wang Ya shrank her neck, sat back in her chair, quickly flipped through the documents in her hand, and then raised her hand, like a primary school student answering a teacher's question:
"Boss Lin, 55%!"

"Mr. Li and I are the same. As long as the production line is upgraded and transformed by Mr. Lin's technology, it can be stronger than its competitors, just 20% stronger."

"I will give you 55% of our company's shares."

“Don’t worry, I’m not Liu Qiming from Miles, these shares are absolutely safe, reliable, and clear.”

"May I?"

When Wang Ya asked the question, her heart jumped into her throat.

She is now very afraid that what is written on the document is false, but she is even more afraid that what is written on the document is true.

If it is fake, then everyone will laugh at each other and then go their separate ways.

But if it is true, it means that Mr. Lin should be a member of a certain big boss faction.

He was working for a big boss. He had met the real big boss. With the help of the big boss, he got these technologies and worked for the big boss.

If this is true, it will be both an opportunity and a challenge for those present.

If you seize the opportunity, you can make a lot of money.

Failure in the challenge may mean ruin of one's reputation.

Facing Wang Ya's expectant gaze, Lin Yi raised his hand and clapped lightly:

"Mr. Wang, if you return the favor, I can't possibly cheat you."

"Don't worry, in 10 or 20 years, your name, Mr. Wang Ya, will be widely sung."

After nodding to Wang Ya, Lin Yi turned to look at the others, wanting to see their reactions.

As soon as he turned his head, the few people who had not spoken yet rushed to stand up and express their opinions:
"Boss Lin! 55%! We'll give you 55% too!"

"Boss Lin! I'm sincerely following you!"

"Boss Lin, let's tear up the previous contract first and sign a new one now."

Amidst the quarrel, the two parties tore up the previous contract and replaced it with a new one.

After signing the contract and having a meeting, it was already early morning.

After returning to the office with a slight drunkenness, Lin Yi threw his mobile phone on the table, opened the VPN software in the computer, climbed onto the external network, climbed onto Twitter, and logged into the account of AAA Weapon Lin Ge.

Start posting tweets and photos today.

After tweeting the photo, he noticed a few small envelopes next to his profile picture.

There is a private message.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, he dragged the mouse and clicked on the small envelope.

There were several messages in the small envelope, all from the same person, the one who sent a message last night asking if the equipment could be sold.

But this time, the other party did not ask whether the equipment could be sold, but asked questions very humbly, still in English.

[Dear Mr. Lin, are you there? ]

Dear Mr. Lin, it may be a bit presumptuous, but can we ask a question?

Dear Mr. Lin, I have been following your updates. We have come across some strange things recently that are beyond our comprehension. After much consideration, we have decided to ask you for your advice.

After a few paragraphs, there are a few more photos.

The photo shows a ruin, a ruin that seems to have been blown to pieces.

After taking a quick look at the photo, Lin Yi's brows slowly furrowed. His intuition told him that this piece of ruins was where Khalid and his men had bombed the place.

That is the American outpost camp at Shila.

Guided by his intuition, he downloaded the picture, then enlarged it, and enlarged it until he finally saw something in the corner of the photo.

There are Arabic shop signs with Iraqi place names, and buildings with a distinct Middle Eastern style.

Come on, this is Iraq.

So, who are these people?
Out of curiosity, Lin Yi carefully considered his words and typed the first line:

[Excuse me, is this a place that was bombed? ]

Mosul, Iraq.

According to traditional historical divisions, this area belongs to the Pan-Kurdistan region, so the largest population here is Arabs.

No matter where the borders of multiple countries meet, they are always the most chaotic places and the places where the people are the most brutal.

During the time of the former Iraqi president, most of the Iraqi army was stationed here to guard against chaos here.

After 9/11, Americans launched a heavy blow against Afghanistan, and al-Qaeda suffered a severe beating. So they chose to activate their external incarnation, ran to Iraq, ran to this chaotic place, and organized their new incarnation AQI.

Then, the Iraq War broke out.

The Americans are coming.

At the beginning, NATO, led by America, advanced rapidly and easily controlled the entire territory of Iraq.

Then, they established bases with several cities as the core and began a security war that lasted for several years.

After fighting for several years, the terrorists haven't killed many people.

Iraq has lost a lot of oil.

Even during this period, many members of the Awakening Committee chose to part ways with America and join the ISI because of the suppression of the Shiite government.

In this chaos, Mosul, located on the banks of the Tigris River, has been under the control of government forces on the surface, but their actions cannot leave Mosul.

Because there are countless terrorists lurking in this city. They are ordinary people during the day, and terrorists at night.

West of Mosul, near the banks of the Tigris River, in a nondescript neighborhood, in a nondescript house, a man wearing a black hood turned around excitedly, asking for credit from the people behind him:
"Look, this guy is back to us!"

"Before I even told him what was happening in the picture, he was asking if it was a bomb."

"Maybe he does know something."

Behind the man in the black hood is another man wearing a hood.

The pair of eyes behind the hood rolled around for a while, and said in a deep voice:
"Just ask him what kind of bomb in the world can produce such an effect while being lightweight and concealed."

The man who wanted to take credit turned around, faced the computer, took a deep breath, repeated what the man behind him said, and then clicked send.

After sending the message, the two of them stared at the computer, wanting to see how the person on the other end would respond.

After a long while, a message suddenly came from the other side, a message without a beginning or an end.

It was a string of numbers and English letters.

【CHNO】

The two stared at the computer for a while, not understanding what the message meant.

Just as they were puzzled and about to ask, several more messages came.

[4th generation explosives, of the same volume, are approximately three to five times more powerful than TNT, depending on the charging technology.]

Currently, only America has the technology to manufacture this thing, but the technology is still unstable, resulting in extremely high mechanical sensitivity, so it's basically in an experimental state. I've never seen a real explosion scene, but if you really want a high-energy explosive that meets your requirements, this is the only one.

[As for other similar high-energy explosives, they are either more sensitive and completely unusable, or they are liquid and inconvenient to transport.]

These few words made the two men in hoods in front of the computer ecstatic.

Isn't this kind of high-energy explosive prepared for terrorists like them?
If the person on the other side of the computer recognizes this thing and can accurately describe its properties, it means that he may have seen it, or even has a channel to get it.

The two looked at each other, and the masked man standing behind them nodded slightly:

"Ask him if he can get these things if we want them?"

"As long as he can get these things, we are willing to pay enough."

After hearing the words, the person in front of the computer did not move. Instead, he turned around and looked at the person behind him:
"Isn't this a bit too hasty? What if we scare the other person away?"

"That's right!" The man in the mask at the back supported his chin with his right hand and nodded in agreement.

Then he pointed his finger and said, "Ask him where we can get this kind of explosives if we want it."

The man in the mask in front of the computer cursed in Kurdish, tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and changed the subject.

Then there was another anxious wait.

This time, after waiting for about five or six minutes, a new message appeared on the screen:

[Don't even think about getting this kind of explosive! ]

[This thing has always been strictly controlled by America. Even though this explosive was first synthesized in 1987, it is still top secret even after decades.]

If explosives like this one that don't belong to America appear on the battlefield, they will definitely track them down.

【Fight until death! 】

[By the way, the other good people will also pursue this matter relentlessly! ]

The message on the screen made the two people in front of the computer frown.

Are they afraid of Americans?
Of course you are not afraid.

American soldiers came to Iraq for oil and money.

Ultimately, they joined the ISI for money and power.

After all, there are only so many people in America, and they can't take care of everything.

But if they offend the other five good people as well, they are basically doomed.

There is no need for this at the moment.

After a moment of silence, the masked man behind changed the subject:
“Ask him if the things he showed can be sold?”

This time, the man in the mask in front of the computer did not hesitate. He quickly tapped on the keyboard with his hands and sent the question over.

Then it was time to wait again.

On the other side, Lin Yi sat in front of the computer, picking at the stubble on his chin with his fingers, thinking about how to respond.

Money must be earned.

But the problem is that I have pictures but no goods.

It's impossible for me to actually make weapons myself and then sell them to the other party, right?

After much thought, his fingers finally fell on the keyboard and typed a word:
【Sell! 】

When the two men wearing hoods saw this word, their eyes suddenly lit up.

There are many pictures of AKs on Lin Yi’s homepage. Anyone who knows the business can see at a glance that these AKs are better than the ones they have, better than the ones sold to them by Russia, better than the ones sold to them by Albanians, and better than most of the AKs popular in the world.

Picatinny rail.

Folding stock.

Red dot sight.

Laser sight.

Also has an extended barrel.

In addition to the gun, every person who appears in the camera is wearing equipment. Although it is only half of the body, it also shows how luxurious the full body equipment of the person testing the weapon is.

Are terrorists afraid of death?
Of course I’m afraid of death!

There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death.

Even the most devoted believers would shout loudly to vent their fear when they were acting as human flesh fighters or driving bomb trucks towards their targets.

As for fanatics, they don't exist. There is no fanatic that can't be killed by a magazine of AK bullets. If there is, then just add another magazine.

If two rounds of bullets can't kill it, then just use explosives.

There is always a way to kill the other person.

If they could get these bulletproof vest nuclear weapons, the combat effectiveness of their branch would be greatly improved.

In this way, they can occupy a dominant position in ISI and gain more benefits.

What a pity, the kind of explosives this person mentioned are not available. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of buying AKs or bulletproof vests.

Just put it in the car, grab someone and weld the accelerator shut, then you can move on to the next target.

The hooded man behind him sighed, collected his thoughts, and pressed the hooded man in front of him with his left hand:
"Ask him how much goods he can provide and how much the price is."

I sent this message over, and this time, the other party responded quickly.

Just one simple sentence.

【We have as much as you want! 】

The calm words were like a wake-up call, waking up the two people who were smiling happily in front of the computer.

This……

The masked man in front of the computer exited the current interface, clicked back to the homepage of AAA Weapon Ringo, and started reading the tweets again.

The first release was about 10 days ago.

What was posted were some details of cleaning the gun. Even with just a few photos, outsiders could see that the person cleaning the gun cared very much about the gun in his hand, or even loved it very much.

As for the text below, it is even more beautiful, like poetry, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The subsequent tweets were almost all of the same content. Occasionally, there would be some small information interspersed in a few photos, but when all this information was put together, it could only be confirmed that the owner of the account was a weapons researcher.

The level may be very high.

but……

It is probably not yet possible to give people as many weapons as they ask for.

"What should I do?" The man in front of the computer turned around and looked at the person behind him.

The man in the hood at the back was speechless for a moment, and one could only vaguely see him frowning through the hood.

After a long moment, he said in a deep voice, "Just tell us we want 5000 AKs, 2,000 rounds of ammunition each, and the bulletproof vests they're wearing in the photos. We want a full set. Ask him to give us a price."

In a state of uneasiness, this sentence was edited by the person in the mask in front of the computer and sent to the other side.

In Gusu, Lin Yi sat in front of the computer, looking at the new messages on the computer, curling his lips, wanting to complain, but not knowing how to complain.

He was still worrying about how to gain the other party's trust, but he never expected that the other party would just give him a pillow.

If you want a gun, it’s really hard to get photos yourself.

But if you want bulletproof vests...

That’s a lot!
(End of this chapter)