Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Just then, the walkie-talkie on George's waist suddenly rang, and a piercing sound came from it.

A loud roar came from within, mixed with electromagnetic sounds:

"Requesting backup! Something's wrong with this woman!"

"?"

Isaac and George were stunned for a moment, neither of them knowing what had happened.

At that moment, he sensed that the combatants who had been surrounding the house were all moving toward one place, the very spot where the team member and the woman had exchanged fire earlier.

“George, look what’s going on,” Isaac said immediately. “Your eleven o’clock position.”

"it is good."

George's expression hardened, and he raised his sniper rifle, using the scope to look at the spot Isaac had indicated.

He suddenly noticed a purple-haired woman pointing a gun at the team members he had recruited earlier.

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

It wasn't the woman who fired the shot; it was George.

Seeing the situation before him, the veteran pulled the trigger without thinking.

However, the woman was no ordinary person. The moment George pulled the trigger, she leaped and hid behind a large tree, causing the bullet to miss its target.

When the team member saw the woman who was attacking him slip away, he immediately stepped back, raised his gun, and aimed at the big tree.

The other team members then surrounded her.

"Should I help you?" Isaac asked.

“No need, we can handle it.” George seemed a little angry. “If we can’t even handle a woman, then we have no face to take our salary.”

……

The woman hid behind a tree. George's sniping hadn't frightened her. She took a breath behind the tree and peeked out to see what was happening outside.

He had only moved his head slightly when a loud 'bang!' scattering of wood chips filled the air as a bullet struck the edge of the tree.

"Tsk."

The people opposite her were completely different from the ragtag government troops she had faced before. They were all very experienced in combat, and she had no chance of escaping when facing ten men plus a sniper.

He took out the photo his superior had given him earlier, the one with Isaac on it.

She believed that the FARC was an army established for the happiness of the people, so she obeyed the organization without question and would do any dirty or hard work.

She never cared about her targets when she killed, whether they were high-ranking officials, businessmen, or even women and children.

Even when she saw that her target was a twelve-year-old child, she remained unfazed.

'Just kill him.'

As she thought this, her eyes turned fierce once again.

The dense footsteps were closing in on her; she was about to be surrounded. In desperation, she made a surprising move.

boom!

"what!!"

She jumped out from behind the tree, took out her pistol, and fired a shot at the last member of the team; the bullet went through his shoulder.

Then, in a split second, she took out the hand grenade she had hidden earlier and threw it in front of those people.

"It's a grenade! Get out of the way!"

boom!!

The team members all scattered to the side to avoid the explosion, but the woman also took the opportunity to quickly find a place to hide.

Isaac, who was far away, could no longer sense her presence; his perception was limited by distance.

He activated his mechanical eye, magnifying the distant scenery until he saw FARC's woman, who had sustained minor injuries. The woman, in turn, saw Isaac through her monocular telescope.

Their eyes met at that moment.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the two of them simultaneously grinned, revealing sinister smiles.

'I'll kill you!' Both of them had this thought at the same time.

“George! Ten o’clock!” Isaac roared.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, George immediately picked up his gun and pointed it at the distance, and sure enough, he saw the woman.

He pulled the trigger again, but the man was too cunning and used the jungle terrain to dodge the shot once more, running away into the distance.

The engineers who were still in pursuit saw where the woman had run and immediately smiled.

That's a minefield.

boom!!

Sure enough, before the woman could run more than a few steps, the booby trap on the ground flew up and exploded at her waist. As the trap was launched, she immediately rolled to the side, resulting in only minor injuries.

She was just about to get up when her pupils suddenly contracted.

She looked at her abdomen in disbelief and found that blood was seeping out continuously.

In the distance, smoke was rising from the muzzle of George's gun.

Chapter 515: Trip to Romania

"Sorry, boss, that guy seems a bit too strong." George said somewhat awkwardly.

Back when he was in the army, he was a crack shot who never missed, but he missed a shot at this female soldier. He only managed to hit her when she was blown to the ground by a landmine.

All the team members were also very embarrassed. They were all veterans, yet they had been completely fooled by a woman.

"Never mind, this person is very strong. It's good enough that we were able to kill her." Isaac didn't seem to have any complaints.

Judging from that person's performance, she was at least superhuman, and her combat power was also quite impressive. It was a rather satisfactory result that my subordinates were able to kill her without me even lifting a finger.

Isaac used his mechanical eye to look at the spot where the woman had fallen. It was too far away for him to feel any breath, but given the amount of blood she had lost, she was basically a corpse.

“Boss.” Wilson got out of the car.

Almost everyone was wearing thick combat uniforms, except for Wilson, who was dressed in a suit.

After all, they had different roles. They were all combat personnel, serving as a safeguard for Isaac during the transaction process, while he was the salesman, specifically responsible for contacting clients.

"what's up?"

"The booked vessel has arrived at the port. Do you wish to leave now?"

"Well, let's go."

After taking one last look at the woman lying in a pool of blood in the distance, Isaac led his large army toward the port.

.....

Just an hour after they left.

The woman, who was supposed to be 'dead,' suddenly opened her eyes.

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On the cargo ship, Isaac threw all fifty million US dollars on the ground, and everyone started dividing the money.

None of them had ever seen so much money in their lives, and they were all very excited. They started thinking about how to spend it.

Isaac took the lion's share, which was forty million US dollars. This money was used for his own purposes and to continue purchasing goods.

The arms deal with General Barr was a legal business, with state-approved orders and trading permits. However, Isaac's actions were still technically smuggling because the source of the ammunition was illegal.

General Barr knew this, but he didn't care where the supply was; all he cared about was whether the bullets could kill people.

Albania was a treasure trove, with a large number of Soviet weapons left there. Whenever Isaac needed them, he would go there to conduct private transactions with local officers. The weapons were of high quality and low price, which pleased Isaac greatly. In addition to selling them, Isaac would also keep some of them for his own military use.

Anyway, I'm happy.

Of course, if that middleman dies, that would be double the joy.

"Where do we go next?" Wilson asked.

Although he did not participate in the fighting, he maintained close ties with the Colombian government forces and helped secure the order. In terms of merit, he was the greatest.

“I’m going to Albania again to buy some things,” Isaac said.

Buying weapons there is as convenient as buying groceries.

"Understood."

"By the way, have you prepared the subsequent orders?"

“Yes, of course.” Wilson smiled confidently, pulling out a notebook from his pocket. “Our next client is a Romanian mafia; they need one hundred AK-47s and one thousand rounds of 7.62mm intermediate-power cartridges…”

"Stop."

Before Wilson could finish speaking, Isaac called a halt.

"What's wrong, boss? Is there something wrong?" Wilson asked, puzzled.

"You're taking such a small order? Do you know that the shipping cost for one shipment is higher than the cost of this order?"

“That’s not how it works,” Wilson quickly explained. “Although an order from one gang is small, there are more than one gang in Romania, and when several gangs combine their orders, the quantity becomes much larger.”

Fearing Isaac wouldn't believe him, he handed him the notebook.

Isaac took the notebook and glanced at it. It did indeed contain multiple orders from Romania, including several high-powered weapons such as RPG rocket launchers and anti-tank mines.

"Are they trying to start a war with the country?"

“Now is a time of political change in that country, and our orders aren’t just from gangsters anymore,” Wilson said.

It has been more than two months since Christmas, and it is now 92. In 89, the dictator who had ruled Romania for decades was sentenced to death, and now it is a time of political turmoil.

It's understandable that many people want to buy this weapon.

"Well, at least the price is reasonable." Isaac handed the notebook back to Wilson.

In short, let's go to Albania to pick up the goods first.