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Six tall and strong white men got out of the car. They were all dressed in suits, sunglasses, and earphones. They had stern expressions and it was obvious that they were professional security guards.

After looking around and finding no danger.

A white man stepped forward and opened the door of the second car, and a young Chinese man got out.

It was Chu Zihang and his group who came to Bosaso.

At this time, Corleone on the deck of the freighter saw Chu Zihang coming and immediately took his men off the ship to greet him.

"Chu, thank God you are finally here."

After saying that, she gave Chu Zihang a big hug, very enthusiastically.

A hint of discomfort flashed across Chu Zihang's face, but he quickly concealed it.

Then after some polite words.

Corleone then ordered people to move the boxes off the ship one by one, which were full of refurbished AK47s.

Chu Zihang asked Victor to pry open a box, took out an AK47 with gun oil and looked at it.

Then he reached out and gently stroked the gun, just like stroking a girl's skin.

Finally, Chu Zihang pulled the bolt with his backhand, and there was a crisp click sound!

Hearing such a beautiful and pleasant sound, Chu Zihang's adrenaline instantly surged.

I even feel like every cell in my body is jumping for joy involuntarily!

Chu Zihang couldn't help but get excited at the thought of getting these weapons and completing his first big arms deal in his life.

He found himself becoming more concerned about this taboo, restricted, and condemned industry.

So much so that he felt very excited!

Why didn't I realize before that I was born to do this?

Seeing this, Corleone smiled and said, "Chu, these are 90% new. They are absolutely worth the money."

Chu Zihang suppressed his thoughts and put the AK47 in the box.

"Hey, man! You don't have any extra bullets?"

"Chu, the bullets are charged separately, but since we are friends, I will give you fifty boxes of bullets for free."

As he spoke, Corleone ordered another fifty army green boxes to be carried down.

When I opened it, all I saw were bullets shining yellow in the sunlight.

"Thank you, Corleone."

"Chu, we are all friends, aren't we?" Corleone said with a smile.

Chu Zihang smiled and didn't answer.

friend?

In the face of huge interests, not only friends but also relatives may betray you.

If you take this path, you are destined to only trust yourself.

Make sure there is no problem with the goods.

Chu Zihang ordered Victor to transfer all one million Midao to Corleone's Swiss bank account.

After successfully receiving one million Mi Dao, Corleone warmly hugged Chu Zihang again and said goodbye.

Chu Zihang looked at the boxes of weapons in front of him and felt a little excited.

These are all money!

As long as you have money, even ghosts can grind for you.

When interests speak, God must remain silent.

Victor looked at the box full of guns in front of him and couldn't help asking, "Boss, with so many weapons, can we really sell them all?"

"I don't expect to sell all of them, but I hope to use this batch of weapons to make a name for myself in Bosaso." Chu Zihang smiled and shook his head and said.

He knew very well that 47 AKs would not be easy to sell in Somalia, which was still in a stable state.

So first of all, you have to build your reputation so that you can have a steady stream of business.

"Then boss, what should we do next?" Victor asked.

Chu Zihang stared at the mountain of weapons in front of him and thought for a while before asking, "Which is the largest tribe in Bosasso right now?"

"Boss, this is the Digir tribe, located east of Bossaso. They are a branch of the Sabu clan, one of the two major clans in Somalia, and have a population of over ten thousand."

"Just go to the Digil tribe!"

Chu Zihang waved his hand and asked someone to call the port staff to put the weapons in the warehouse they had rented in advance and leave someone to guard it.

Finish all of this.

Chu Zihang and his men immediately rushed to the Dijir tribe in the eastern suburbs of Bosaso.

However, Chu Zihang didn't know.

The Dijil tribe is in a gloomy mood at this moment.

The entire tribe seemed to have just experienced a great war, with smoke and ruins everywhere.

Some tribal soldiers were carrying corpses on the road.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Although Somali appears stable on the surface, in reality the tribes within it often fight for territory.

You should know that the total population of Somali is 1430 million, the vast majority of whom are Somali people, who are divided into two major ethnic groups: Samale and Sabu.

Among them, the Samarai ethnic group accounts for more than 80% of the country's population and is divided into four major tribes: Darud, Hawiye, Isaac and Dir.

The Sabu ethnic group is divided into two major tribes: Digir and Rahanwen.

Among these two major ethnic groups, the Samarai have long been dissatisfied with the current Somali government.

Among them, the more radical Dir tribe even openly opposed the existing government in order to become the master of Somali.

It's basically lip service!

If the government forces had not been a little stronger, they would have been overthrown long ago.

The Digil tribe in the Sabu clan, because they supported the government, was naturally targeted by the Dir tribe, which opposed the government.

Since the government cannot defeat them, can it not defeat the Dijil tribe which is weaker than itself?

The Dir tribe began to attack and harass the Digir tribe, intending to annex them and strengthen their own power.

If the Dijir tribe had not fought hard, it might have become a thing of the past.

After several months of battles of all sizes, the Dijil tribe suffered heavy losses, especially in their outdated weapons.

The Dir tribe has Western support and all of them use M16s, and they even have a number of light and heavy weapons.

But what about the Digil tribe?

They are even still using weapons from World War II, so what’s the point of having more people?

Instead, they were suppressed by the smaller Dir tribe and were almost unable to hold on.

Ahmed, the chief of the Dijir tribe, was extremely worried. If things continued like this, their tribe might really be destroyed.

We asked the government for help, but they didn't want to get involved in the tribal fights at all.

This made Ahmed feel that his tribe had been abandoned by government forces.

Faced with such a dilemma.

Ahmed felt that he was really annoyed and was about to die. He should have known not to support the government.

Now, I am in a difficult situation.

Just when Ahmed was frowning.

A soldier came to report: "Chief, a group of Westerners have come to our tribe and they want to see you."

"Westerners? You want to see me?!"

Ahmed frowned, feeling somewhat doubtful.

Westerners want to see me at this time, do they want to support me?!

Think of this.

Ahmed said quickly: "Quick, ask them to come over."

"Yes, patriarch."

The soldier nodded and turned away.

……

at the same time.

Outside the Dijil tribe, Chu Zihang looked at the Dijil tribe who seemed to have just experienced a battle.

There was a hint of shrewdness in his deep eyes, and he was more confident about whether he could make his first arms deal.

He looked away.

Chu Zihang turned his head and asked Victor beside him: "Katalia, have the investigation results been sent over?"

"Boss, just received it. It contains all the information about the Dijil tribe."

As Victor spoke, he handed the 1988 black-and-white screen mobile phone produced by Motorola in 3200 to Chu Zihang.

This mobile phone, commonly known as the "brick", has a small screen and can receive text messages. It was introduced to the domestic market in 1995 and most people call it a "big brother".

Taking the phone, Chu Zihang browsed the messages sent inside.

When they learned that the Digil tribe had been suppressed and beaten by the Dir tribe because of its backward weapons.

Chu Zihang was shocked. What a good opportunity!

It seems that my 47 AKs have been found. It's just a coincidence that a blind cat meets a dead mouse.

Chapter 12 Ahmed, the Sucker

Dijir tribe, the patriarch's residence.

Led by the soldiers, Chu Zihang and others came to a luxurious building with an Arabic style.

However, in the yard, Chu Zihang and others were stopped by a strong black man, who asked them to hand over their weapons.

Victor and others were naturally unwilling to do so and watched the situation become deadlocked.

A soldier ran out and whispered something in the ear of the black man at the door.

The burly black man then let Chu Zihang and the others enter the building smoothly.

Before entering, Victor glared at the black man in a defiant manner.

You're just a gatekeeper, what's so tough about that?

A middle-aged black man wearing a white hat had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Chu Zihang coming, he immediately came forward to greet him warmly.

The level of enthusiasm made Chu Zihang feel a little embarrassed.

Although the Somali region is well-known around the world as a pirate den, in fact, when Somali people interact with foreign guests, they always take the initiative to say hello, and the greetings are spoken in a series of words.

This is similar to how people in Beijing always ask "Have you eaten?" when they meet someone and greet them.

After some polite words.

Ahmed welcomed Chu Zihang into the house, while Victor and others waited outside the door.

After the two of them sat down.

Ahmed looked at the yellow-skinned Chu Zihang opposite him and couldn't help asking, "Sir, are you from South Korea or Japan?"

Chu Zihang shook his head upon hearing this and said, "Chief Ahmed, allow me to introduce myself to you."

"My name is Nicholas Yuri. I'm an arms dealer who loves world nuclear peace, and I'm Chinese."