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

As soon as Abdullah finished speaking, the black man brought out the white "mosquito".

The crooked monster logo on the KT board has big, glaring eyes, making it look like a kindergarten child's handicraft.

Not necessarily...

Kids these days have much better taste than this.

Nobody wants this thing even if you try to play a ring toss game.

You can see a grenade hanging on the suspension pod. It's connected by a touch mechanism, so it will explode upon impact. Of course, carrying a grenade would definitely overload the pod, but as long as it can fly, it's fine!

As is well known, there are several types of suspended cabin structures, such as magnetic suspension and cage-type suspended cabins.

But there's a problem... it's exceeded Mr. Chen's budget!

Mr. Chen is so stingy... a person who is meticulous in budgeting will definitely cut costs unless the customer pays more.

"Commander, will this thing really work?"

"I bought it for $550, when will I use it if I don't use it now?"

Abdullah took the remote control from him, weighed it in his hand, and noticed the cheap feel of the plastic casing and the loose joystick.

Middle Easterners don't know anything. Maybe the US military uses this model too?

Yiwu of China, Yiwu of the world!!

Abdullah pulled out the antenna of the remote control and turned on the power switch.

The remote control emitted a long "beep" sound, and the indicator light changed from red to green, indicating that the signal was locked.

The black man held the "mosquito" aircraft by its belly, raising it above his head, the propellers reflecting halos of light in the sunlight.

Abdullah placed his left thumb on the throttle lever and pushed it down half a notch. The propeller started spinning, and the buzzing sound gradually increased, like a swarm of bees fluttering in his ear.

"Let go."

The black man released his grip, and the "Mosquito" sank half a meter. The nose of the plane suddenly plunged, and Abdullah quickly pushed the throttle and pulled the elevator up with his right hand. The plane almost skimmed the ground as it was pulled up, and the wingtips nearly scraped the roof of a wrecked pickup truck.

"Damn it—" he cursed, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Commander, your flying is worse than my kid's toy."

Before he could finish speaking, Abdullah suddenly swerved to the left. The Mosquito tilted, its wingtips almost perpendicular to the ground, and flew towards the communications building.

From the window on the third floor, the RPK gun was firing down at the two mercenaries who were lying prone behind a low wall, not daring to lift their heads. The bullets scraped off a layer of cement from the top of the wall, and the debris pelted their helmets with a crackling sound.

Abdullah's fingers trembled slightly on the joystick.

The "mosquito" was still not very stable in the air and had to steer occasionally to correct itself, but it was heading in the right direction, facing the window on the third floor.

This also requires a certain level of skill; otherwise, why would drone operation have become a profession?

The machine gunner on the third floor was changing a drum magazine and was bending down to remove the empty drum magazine from the receiver.

His comrade handed him a full one from the side. The machine gunner took it, slapped it on the receiver, and it clicked shut. Then he pulled the bolt back, ready to continue firing.

He had just looked up when he saw a white airplane flying right towards his face.

"Wang Defa?!"

The machine gunner paused for a moment.

Who wouldn't be confused?

It's like you're opening your browser and looking up along the stockings, and holy crap, Yu Jie?!

Who can handle that?

His mind briefly short-circuited for a moment.

The mosquito rushed into the house and slammed hard against the wall.

The fuselage's KT board shattered upon impact, the trigger fuse at the bottom of the suspension compartment struck the concrete, and the firing pin shot forward, igniting the percussion cap. The flames burned into the detonator along the delay tube!

boom!!!

The 60 grams of TNT from the F-1 grenade exploded in the center of the room.

Fragments shattered from the cast iron casing, scattering in all directions. One of the fragments pierced through the neck, tearing it apart!

The companion who handed him the drumsticks was not spared either; a piece of shrapnel cut into his skull above his left ear, and half of his head was gone.

A thick cloud of smoke billowed out of the window.

Abdullah stood behind the low wall, his hand holding the remote control suspended in mid-air, staring motionlessly at the smoking window on the third floor.

Then he turned around abruptly and waved to the group of mercenaries behind him who were lying in the ruins, crouching in the corners of the walls, and hiding behind the Pikachu.

"Charge! Charge in!!!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!"

The Black man was the first to jump over the low wall, and he was incredibly fast!

There's no way to defeat them because of their racial talent; the only ones who can defeat them are the Koreans who charge in the opposite direction.

The others followed and rushed out.

Mercenaries hiding in other corners simultaneously leaped out from behind cover, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed, spreading out in formation and advancing in waves.

Abdullah was not to be outdone. When he rushed into the lobby on the first floor, the black man and two assault men had already taken control of the stairwell.

Three government soldiers lay dead on the ground, all wounded in the head.

"Third floor!" Abdullah shouted, pointing to the stairs.

The Black men and assault troops rushed up the stairs, their footsteps thudding heavily on the concrete steps.

The third-floor corridor was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

The room that was bombed by the "mosquito" had a crooked door frame, and the wooden door was torn to pieces by the shockwave, scattered on the corridor floor.

The walls were covered with shrapnel marks, and layers of concrete had been chipped away to expose the steel bars inside.

The black man kicked open the half-hanging door frame, slipped inside, and swept the room with the muzzle of his M4.

"Clear!"

Abdullah went inside, stood in the center of the room, and looked around.

Two corpses, dead as the hell out of the woods!

He glanced at the ammunition box next to him; there were five more drum magazines, containing nearly 380 rounds of ammunition, enough for the government troops to hold out for the communications building.

"It's really worth it..." Abdullah's eyes lit up!

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Abdullah turned his head and saw several people rushing in.

They were all acquaintances.

The short guy in front of us is called Aziz. He's wearing a desert-colored short-sleeved shirt, Propper tactical pants, and an IBA Interceptor bulletproof vest. He looks like he's from a wealthy family.

This man is the leader of the "Desert Fox Mercenary Group," with about 40 men under his command, most of whom are veterans from Jordan and Saudi Arabia. Their combat strength is not top-notch, but they are experienced and have fought in all kinds of battles.

Following behind him was Mahad.

He was the leader of the "Crescent Guard," a small but well-equipped group comprised mostly of Shiite volunteers from Iraq and Syria, whose families were involved in drug trafficking...

He is a rich man.

I have no idea why rich people would do this!

Aziz plopped down on an overturned desk, pulled a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, and politely handed them to the group.

"Abdullah, was that a drone? Who sponsored you?"

There was a hint of jealousy in those words.

The most popular civilian drone in Europe right now is the Parrot AR.Drone, which starts at just €699!

Shipping to the Middle East is even more expensive.

Abdullah chuckled, somewhat smugly, "No, I would never sell myself."

"Then...where did you get the money to buy the drone?"

Abdullah's eyes flashed. "I have my own channels. Do you want them?"

Mahathir and Aziz exchanged a glance, then nodded hurriedly.

"$800 per aircraft!!"

……

The vehicle was parked on the familiar hilltop slope.

Chen Zheng jumped out of the passenger seat of the pickup truck, and his knees buckled when he landed, almost twisting his ankle.

His phone rang, and when he picked it up, he saw it was an unfamiliar number.

He first said to Khalid, "Take your brothers to rest first. We'll get a whole sheep tonight. Have Sheikh call his cousin Adnan and ask if he's in the tribe. We'll treat him to drinks tonight."

Khalid responded.

After giving his instructions, Chen Zheng answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Bruce, it's me, Abdullah."

Chen Zheng was taken aback.

Then a face quickly appeared in my mind.

It's the one who just bought their own "mosquito" drone!

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up immediately.

Business is in!

You can't give a bad review to weapons, can you?

"Abdullah! My friend!"

His smile revealed the crow's feet around his eyes. "How was it? Isn't the mosquito effective?"

"The effect is great, very good. I'm very satisfied with this product. I'd like to order more. Could you give me a discount?"

"Abdullah, to be honest with you, $550 a unit is already a very cheap price. To be frank, the cost of these things isn't low. I'm only giving you this price because you're my first customer, to make friends, right?"

He paused, his mind racing:

"And let me tell you something. You might not know this, but as you've seen from the recent situation in the Middle East, raw material prices are rising, shipping costs are rising, everything is going up. Our factory's production costs have increased by almost 50% compared to last month!!"

Cry poverty first!

Abdullah tensed up immediately upon hearing this: "You mean you're going to raise prices?"

"Not necessarily, but I'll definitely give you $550 right now!"

"But I have to tell you the truth,"

Chen Zheng lowered his voice by an octave, "I don't know how long this price can last. When will the next batch of goods be on the production line? Will raw material prices continue to rise? Will shipping costs be adjusted again? These are all unknowns. If you place an order now, I can guarantee you the original price for this batch of goods."

What is this called? It's called "creating a sense of urgency".

The basic skills of sales.

It's about reducing customer hesitation when making a decision. If you tell them, "If you don't buy now, the price might go up," they'll make a much faster decision.

This is a weakness of human nature.

Never let a client feel that "he can make a decision at any time".

You need to give him a reason to feel that "now is the best time to make a decision".

Applause, please!!!

Abdullah thought for a moment, "15 aircraft, can they be delivered tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? I have a client tomorrow..."

Abdullah's heart sank, just as he heard Chen Zheng on the other end say, "Never mind, you're a regular customer, I'll give it to you first, you can come and pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"It's nothing, we're all friends. Just try to introduce me to more clients when you have time. I have a lot of good stuff here. If you can introduce clients to me, you'll definitely get some benefits."

Abdullah's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Eat from both ends!

"Okay! I'll promote it for you."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zheng smiled. He wasn't stupid; how could Abdullah's mercenary group need 15 drones?

There must be at least a hundred people.

He's definitely a middleman!

But he didn't refuse either. It's impossible for someone who sources industrial products to be a retailer. Maybe now, but it's absolutely impossible in the future.

Of course, if they ever manage to clear their name, maybe they could hold a "Monster Factory" exhibition.

Of course, clearing one's name is not easy.

Chen Zheng entered the cave.

Four-Eyed and Frog stood next to the pile of KT boards and brushless motors.

More than 30 "mosquito" drones were neatly stacked on the ground.

Chen Zheng walked over, picked up an assembled "mosquito" from the ground, and examined it closely. "Four-eyed."

"How much material is left now?"

Four-Eyes put down the utility knife, took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket, flipped it open, glanced at it, and his long ears twitched slightly.

"At the current rate of consumption, we can last for about 3 more days. This drone is simpler to make than the AKM."

"200 aircraft are not enough."

For the first time, Chen Zheng felt a little timid when he placed the order.

The Zahle exhibition is coming up soon. If we run into a big player, it certainly won't be like Abdullah's dozen or so aircraft.

It's possible to eat hundreds of them in one go.

After all, it's a consumable item.

Chen Zheng nodded. "I'll arrange these things. Just keep an eye on things on the shared network."

Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses and nodded.

Chen Zheng stood up, took out his phone from his pocket, and opened the Monster Factory app.

Against a dark background, a fanged monster stares with its eyes wide open in the upper left corner.

Monster Factory Lv.2

Regional Influence: 1387/2000

Gold: 0

Monster Workers: 6/20

He stared at the number for a few seconds.

1387.

There are 613 more regional influence points needed to upgrade to Lv.3.

At the current rate, it might only take ten days to half a month to save enough.

I wonder what good stuff will be unlocked at Lv.3...

He put the drone back and turned to walk out of the cave.

The sunlight outside the cave suddenly slammed into his face, so bright and white that he squinted.

In March in the Beka Valley, the midday temperature had already risen, and the air was filled with the dry scent of grass and trees, mixed with the fishy smell of the Yamuk River in the distance.

Chen Zheng stood on the open ground outside the cave entrance, took out his phone from his pocket, found Lao Zhou's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times, then I answered it.

Old Zhou's voice came from the other end, tinged with tension, "Boss Chen, is there a problem with the goods?"

"No, the goods are very good!"

"That's good, that's good."

Old Zhou breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the line. "I had Boss Liu pick out the motors and ESCs for you. They're the best of this batch. The flight control board is a newly installed panel from the factory, not some old stock that's been sitting in inventory."

"I can definitely trust Boss Zhou to get things done."

Chen Zheng smiled, walked to a rock, stepped on it, and said, "Boss Zhou, please place another order for me, based on the last one—2000 sets! No, 3000 sets! Urgent!"

Old Zhou across from me was drinking water when he heard the amount and almost spat it out, coughing violently.

"Such a large quantity?"

Chen Zheng thought for a moment and said, "There's a model airplane competition being held here recently, so there are a lot of participants, which means the damage is happening faster."

Old Zhou laughed heartily.

"Okay! I'll place the order for you right away!"

"By the way, Mr. Zhou, do you know how much it costs to charter a cargo plane from Yiwu to Beirut?"

Charter flight?!

Boss Zhou was completely dumbfounded.

Just over a month ago, we were chasing payments for goods, and now they've chartered a plane?

Is this a robbery in the Middle East?!

……