I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

The next day, around 7 or 8 o'clock.

In the Middle East, it gets light very quickly; the sun is already high in the sky.

When Chen Zheng crawled out of the tent, he almost tripped over a stone.

He cursed, bent down to pick up the stone and threw it aside, then stood outside the tent, unbuckled his belt, and urinated on the crooked olive tree.

A cool morning breeze blew in from the east, making him shiver. His urine stream split, spilling half of it onto his shoes.

"Hold."

Is it too late at this age?

Damn it... I must be too tired.

As you get older, you inevitably learn a few phrases: too tired, too sleepy, too busy, too hot, too cold...

(The above words are common words!)

The morning in the tent area was more lively than he had imagined.

The air was filled with the smell of mutton.

Chen Zheng walked back to the tent and kicked Gao Fei and the others awake one by one.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

He kicked Li Yang in the butt, who yelled and bounced up from under the blanket.

"Brother Chen, so early?" Li Yang rubbed his head, his eyes still closed.

"So lazy, you won't even get a chance to eat shit while it's hot."

"Get up! If a customer gives you a bad review, I'll deduct it from your performance bonus."

Upon hearing this, Li Yang jumped up immediately. He would rather lose his head and bleed than lose his money.

Actually, many people think that transporting goods overnight makes some sense, but it's not suitable for the Beka Valley. Do you know if someone will try to rob you on the road late at night?

There are many evil spirits and monsters at night!

During the day, there are more patrols at the milk tea shop, making it slightly safer. But it's only slightly safer; who knows, maybe they're criminals too?

"Ah Yang, put on your bulletproof vest!" Chen Zheng shouted when he saw Li Yang holding a bulletproof vest.

"It's a bit boring, Brother Chen."

"Better to be bored than to die. When a burst of bullets comes, do you think you're Ultraman, only flashing red lights and never dying?"

After watching the other person put on their clothes, Chen Zheng nodded: "Are you all ready? Let's go when you're done."

Five people filed out of the tent.

We drove the pickup truck to the top of the mountain. The monsters had already loaded the goods there last night—1000 AKMs, packed full!

Li Yang drove the sixteen-wheeled truck, Gao Fei and Wang Lei got into the first pickup truck to lead the way, Zhao Meng sat in the driver's seat of the second pickup truck, Chen Zheng sat in the passenger seat, and Khalid brought up the rear.

Gao Fei's voice came through the walkie-talkie, accompanied by a static-like crackling sound: "Channel test, channel test."

"Car number two is clear."

"The three good cars are clearly defined."

"The truck is clear."

Chen Zheng picked up the walkie-talkie. "Let's go!"

The three vehicles drove off the earthen slope one after another and headed down the gravel road.

The sunlight shone over the mountaintop and onto the windshield, its golden glow making Chen Zheng squint.

Mr. Chen broke off the sun visor and took out sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

Zhao Meng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the taillights of Gao Fei's pickup truck ahead, maintaining a distance of fifty meters.

His lips were moving, and it took Chen Zheng a while to realize that he was counting seconds.

Follow distance, the three-second rule.

This way, you can quickly retaliate when attacked!

Chen Zheng took out his phone from his pocket, found the number Hassan had given him, and dialed it.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Who is it?"

"Good morning, friend. I'm delivering goods for Mr. Hassan, and he asked me to make this call."

There seemed to be quite a few people on the other side; I could hear them talking. Then a deep male voice rang out, "Bruce?"

Chen Zheng's smile widened. "It's me."

"Where are you?"

"Just came from Zahle, will arrive in about an hour."

"Once you reach the outskirts of Ein Hilleve, there's an abandoned factory. Stop there for a moment, and I'll send someone to pick you up. Remember, don't cause any trouble."

"Okay, thank you."

See you later.

Chen Zheng hung up the phone, rolled down the window, and felt a refreshing breeze.

Zhao Meng said from the side, "Brother Chen, your Arabic is really good."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"You guys need to learn this early, otherwise one day when you go to a prostitute and she tells you 'hurry up,' do you think she's letting you take a shortcut? If you go to the wrong door, she won't give you extra money."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng seemed to have thought of something, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Just then, a car horn suddenly sounded behind us.

Then came the honking of a horn, "Car in front! Stop for inspection!"

Chen Zheng hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror and saw a Toyota Land Cruiser behind him.

There was a piece of paper pasted on the front of the car where the license plate was, which read in Arabic: Bekaa Valley Security Committee.

Hold!!

We've encountered a regular army!!!

Chen Zheng didn't really want to run into the milk tea shop, because two months ago they had overthrown the Hariri government in Lebanon and formed a new cabinet.

That's right, bubble tea shops now dominate the entire country!

Previously, it was just an extreme, small political party; all that could be said was that if it succeeded, it would become the GM!

But sometimes, even if the body is cleaned up, the spirit may not be.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Pull over, everyone pull over."

If we don't stop, the other side will really call in rocket artillery.

The three vehicles slowed down in turn and moved to the right side of the road, their tires crunching over the gravel on the shoulder.

Chen Zheng pulled a small black bag from the car door panel, unzipped it, and inside was his passport.

He pulled a wad of US dollars from his pocket; the hundred-dollar bills were brand new, and Franklin's smiling face gleamed green in the sunlight.

He counted out five bills, folded them in half, stuffed them into the middle page of his passport, closed it, and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, the debt collectors are here again!"

Despite his words, a smile still appeared on his face when he got out of the car, and he was even holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

It's just like a self-employed individual facing an inspection.

The Toyota Land Cruiser was parked about twenty meters ahead of the convoy.

Four people got out of the car.

They didn't come down all at once; they came down in batches, one after the other. Their positioning was very particular, forming a triangular formation to prevent being swept away in one go!

veteran!

Seeing this, Chen Zheng sighed inwardly, "Damn it, I'm in trouble."

The leader was a middle-aged man, around 40 years old.

Chen Zheng held up the cigarette in his hand, waved it in front of the man, and said in Arabic, "Good morning, sir. Want a cigarette?"

That person glanced at him.

His gaze lingered on Chen Zheng's Asian face for half a second, and his expression softened slightly.

Certain places are very sensitive to certain skin colors. In the Bekaa Valley, if white people or Israelis come, it will be a bit troublesome.

It's like a Komodo dragon infiltrating a group of Indian men—riddled with holes!

Asians are known for their gentle nature.

The other person didn't take the cigarette, but pointed to the truck and asked, "What's in here?"

"This whole truckload of wood is being transported to Ein Hilleve."

The man's brow twitched slightly.

"Where's the passport? And open the truck and take a look."

Chen Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He took out his passport from under his arm, opened it, and handed it over.

The man took the passport and glanced down at it.

He was startled when he saw the banknotes inside, and then looked up at Chen Zheng.

Those eyes... were filled with greed!

Chen Zheng happened to see his expression and his heart skipped a beat. This guy had other ideas!

That's too much!!!

There's a problem with what was given.

Boss Chen remained calm, smiling as he said, "This is high-end wood ordered by Mr. Hashim Safidin. Many pieces have a wonderful fragrance. If it gets damaged when opened..."

Hashim Safidin?!

Upon hearing this name, the other person's expression visibly froze.

This is the third-in-command of the milk tea shop, and also the cousin of the current owner!

This is complete nonsense from Mr. Tang. I only saw this name in the news; he's just using it to scare people.

But do you think ordinary soldiers working at milk tea shops would ask questions of their superiors?

We lack the channels and capabilities.

But first of all, don't panic... stay calm when you lie.

He stared at Chen Zheng for two seconds, but Boss Chen's eyelids didn't even twitch.

Do you have a pass?

Chen Zheng's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled and looked at him meaningfully without saying a word.

The other person frowned instead.

My mind started wandering.

Could this be smuggling by people in higher positions?

Could it be that the boss is making money?

Thinking about this, the patrol leader felt a little anxious.

Because, smuggling by superiors... that's a common occurrence, their security department has encountered it many times!

The leader glanced at his companions, and the group exchanged glances before the other party handed the passports back to him.

Chen Zheng: "Thank you all for your hard work, patrolling so early in the morning."

As he spoke, he took out the business card from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"Sir, this is my business card. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to call me anytime. I'll take any business!"

So arrogant? Any business?

The leader was convinced that Chen Zheng was an extremely powerful broker!

The man took the business card and glanced at it.

Beirut International Trading Company - Assam.

Who the hell uses their own name when they go out?

"Thank you," the leader said in a low voice.

Then he turned around and waved to the other three people.

The four people got back into the car.

The Land Cruiser's engine roared, a puff of white smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, and it turned around and drove off in the direction it had come from.

Chen Zheng stood there, looking in the direction the car had disappeared, and then he took a deep breath.

He could feel the damp shirt clinging to his skin on his back, feeling cool and uncomfortable.

"Brother Chen, the person is gone," Zhao Meng said softly from the side.

Chen Zheng said, "Wait a minute, let me blow on it, my underwear is a little wet!"

……

When the convoy restarted, Xiao Chen was still sticky.

Mr. Chen frowned. He had managed to trick the other party this time, but what if he encountered a similar situation again?

"We need to connect the Earth and Sky lines."

At the very least, we should contact the management of the milk tea shop.

Doing business isn't just about focusing on business!

He thought for a moment, and suddenly someone came to mind.

"Adnan...!"

That guy can smuggle goods from Israel, run a bar in the Bekaa Valley, brazenly sell generators at tribal market days, and even get military supplies from Beirut's military warehouses.

This kind of person has been in the Beka Valley for so many years, their relationship with the bubble tea shop can't be shallow.

The three cars continued south along the road from Zahle to Ain Hilvee, and after about an hour, they saw a "city!"

Ain Hilleve Refugee Camp!

The refugee camp was established in 1948 by the International Committee of the Red Cross to house Palestinian refugees who fled there after the First Arab-Israeli War. The camp has a population of approximately 7.5.

Most importantly, Lebanese armed personnel are not allowed to enter; it is known as "lawless land!"

The Israelis shelled this place in 06.

The convoy didn't enter the city; it just drove along the outskirts and, following the address given to them, finally found an abandoned factory.

The factory was deserted, and the land looked like it had been turned over several times.

The three cars stopped one after another and lined up at the edge of the open space.

Chen Zheng pushed open the car door and jumped out, his feet crunching on the gravel on the ground.

People were picking things up in the open space.

Upon seeing the convoy, some people's eyes lit up, and they instinctively wanted to come over.

Chen Zheng pulled the bolt...

Everyone ran faster than mice!

"Boss, is this the place? Why is nobody here?" Khalid asked, hands on his hips, looking around.

Chen Zheng glanced down at his watch.

"Damn, these guys are never punctual."

Time passed by, second by second.

Chen Zheng's brows furrowed even more.

Actually, what bothered him wasn't that the client was late.

What bothers him is this place.

Ain Hilleve.

A lawless land!!!

This means there are no laws, no rules, only guns here.

You never know what will happen next.

Just as he was getting impatient.

Just then, the sound of an engine came from afar.

Chen Zheng raised his head and squinted in the direction from which the sound came.

The front of a pickup truck appeared first at the alley entrance.

Two people stood in the truck bed, dressed in variegated military uniforms, with headscarves wrapped around their heads, holding AKMs with the muzzles pointing upwards.

Six pickup trucks filed out and lined up in the open space, each with a man standing in the back, holding a gun.

Two pickup trucks had heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs, DShK, 12.7mm caliber, with long barrels that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and ammunition belts hanging from the receivers, the golden bullets shimmering in the morning light.

Gao Fei and the others instinctively reached for their guns.

"Don't attack, they're from the Democratic Front (DFLP)." Khalid quickly gestured for them to calm down. "These people are affiliated with Fatah."

The convoy of pickup trucks was parked about 100 meters away.

The passenger door of the pickup truck at the front was open.

A middle-aged man got out of the car.

He was wearing a dark green military uniform, without a hat, and his hair was shaved very short, almost touching his scalp.

Khalid waved to him and shouted in Arabic, "We're here to deliver goods!"

The man glanced at Khalid and gestured to the cars behind him.

The car stopped.

The man walked over with three other people.

He walked up to Chen Zheng, looked him up and down, his gaze sweeping from head to toe and then back up again.

"You're Bruce?"

Chen Zheng took off his sunglasses, revealing his face. He smiled, extended his hand, and said, "Hello, hello."

Where is there even a hint of impatience from before?

"My name is Raid. Where's the goods?"

Chen Zheng turned around and gestured with his chin toward the direction of the truck.

Li Yang understood, walked to the back of the truck, opened the door, and revealed rows of neatly stacked wooden crates.

"1000 AKMs."

Chen Zheng said with a smile, "It just came out of the factory, it's still warm."

Raed nodded to the three people behind him.

The three men walked to the truck, and one of them jumped onto the truck bed, took a box off the top, and put it on the ground.

Another man pulled a folding knife from his waist, cut the packing straps, and pried open the lid of the wooden crate.

The wooden crate was stuffed with shock-absorbing foam and old cloth. Peeling back the foam revealed the AKM inside.

"Why doesn't it smell like gun oil?" Raed suddenly asked.

"I don't think it's necessary to charge extra for gun oil. We'll use it anyway. It just came off the assembly line yesterday, so it's fine even without gun oil," Chen Zheng said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

He doesn't know a damn thing!

Raed turned around, gestured towards the six pickup trucks behind him, and then someone handed him a black briefcase.

He handed the bag over.

Chen Zheng grinned, he was looking forward to seeing money again!

Who isn't happy when they see money?

Then his face froze, and then he suddenly raised his head, his face contorted in a ferocious expression!

"JPY?!!!"

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