Chapter 439 The secret code of mercenaries and arms dealers asks for a monthly pass
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
A dilapidated blue truck drove into the factory and parked in the spacious open space in the middle.
There were more than a dozen boxes of goods loaded on the truck box, which was covered with a tarpaulin to make a simple shield. The exact contents could not be seen from the outside.
There were eight armed personnel in the car plus the driver in the cab.
These people are euphemistically called arms dealers, but they are actually a group of "speculator militias" who seized weapons and equipment during the civil war and want to sell them at a discount.
It is the most difficult to do business with non-professional businessmen, and it is simply unrealistic to expect them to follow the rules.
"Ozzy, Boone, report the situation."
You must be cautious when doing business with unreliable arms dealers. Tyrone did not go there immediately, but chose to ask the two people who were setting up snipers outside first.
"I'm in position and my vision is good."
Oz, who was on the rooftop 150 meters away on the left, made the report first.
"It's no problem on my side either."
Boone, who was in a high-rise building a hundred meters away on the right, then made the same report.
"Let's go there."
After confirming that the two snipers were ready, Tyrone took action, led the remaining three people including Long Zhan and the translator, and walked slowly towards the open space in the middle.
Long Zhan holds an M249SAW in his hand and is still responsible for absolute firepower.
Teague was using a Colt M4A1, Tanto was holding a HK416D, Tyrone was holding a money bag, and local translator Amao was empty-handed.
Long Zhan also understands Arabic, the Libyan language, but is not suitable for translation.
It is more appropriate to negotiate with locals.
"I aimed at the thin guy on the right."
"That weirdo up front asked me to do it."
As Long Zhan and his party walked towards the clearing, Boone and Oz had already locked onto their targets via radio and could kill them immediately if a fight broke out.
The two of them had to pay special attention to it, after all, the arms dealer who got off the car was very excited.
Especially the tall man with extremely dark skin walking in front, who looked like a lump of coal. He was what Oz called a freak. He was pointing everywhere with a TT30 pistol.
It seems that I have never heard of the rule that guns should not be pointed at people.
Tyrone was actually a little embarrassed when he was pointed at it. After all, this thing was a product of the Soviet era decades ago. Even if it is the most classic pistol of the Soviet era, who knows how its performance has been after so many years.
If it goes off while being swung around, it would be unjust and unjust if you were beaten to death.
So he quickly said: "Amao, tell him to calm down and put down the gun."
Amao watched the muzzle of the gun flying from his face, and he was actually very panicked. However, in order to successfully complete the transaction, he had to bravely talk to the arms dealer leader.
Then he translated in turn: "He said he had brought the goods and he wanted his money."
It means that I am in a hurry to get money, so I am so excited.
"OK!"
Tyrone made a gesture to calm him down, opened the cloth bag in his hand, took out a pile of money and said: "Here is your money, keep the goods, these are yours."
The arms dealer leader was still agitated, shouting and gesturing at Tyrone with his gun.
"He asked you to give him the money, give it now." Amao translated in English.
"Calm down, man, I'll give it to you."
Tyrone did not hand over the money, but threw it forward to the ground.
There is zero contact between the two parties to avoid misunderstandings.
A boy who was following the arms dealer immediately picked up the money from the ground, opened the bag and counted it inside.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
There is no need to count them one by one, just count them one by one.
The arms chief still didn't put down his gun. Long Zhan on the side remembered something, made a "six" gesture, and said to the arms chief in Arabic: "Do you know this? We are friends."
This gesture is six in China, but here it is a secret code between mercenaries and arms dealers.
In his previous life, Long Zhan had been here for more than half a year and had a certain understanding of the local arms dealers in Libya, as well as various secret codes and gestures.
I'm not sure whether Dragon War is still useful in this life, it's just a trial use.
The actual effect is very good.
Seeing Long Zhan's gesture, the arms dealer leader finally put down the TT30 he had been raising, returned the gesture with a "six" and said with a smile: "Very good, the goods are yours."
Then he waved to the boys and signaled the boys in the car to start unloading.
Watching the arms dealer's boys begin to unload the goods, Tyrone walked over with Long Zhan and opened the first box of goods.
It contains "old antiques", SA-7 portable anti-aircraft missiles from the Soviet era.
Although these things are products of the 1970s, they are still great weapons in the Middle East and Africa, posing a great threat to helicopters.
Most of the US military's tactical systems require the use of helicopters to assist combat operations.
If these portable air defense weapons in Libya are allowed to leak out and spread to the Middle East or other war zones, it will be a disaster for the US military.
It is because of this concern that the CIA went to great lengths to come here to recover it.
The most important portable missiles have been seen, and there is no need to look at other weapons, equipment and ammunition. Tyrone called over the radio: "Headquarters, the transaction has been completed, and it is confirmed that it is the Sa-7 anti-aircraft missile made in Russia."
Inside the headquarters command center.
As the commander of this small operation, Gilani heard Tyrone's report, confirmed the accuracy of the intelligence, and immediately replied: "You did a great job, you don't have to worry about the rest, just bring the goods back."
That’s it.”
After giving the task to the GRS team, Gilani said to his deputy: "When the truck returns from unloading, let the drone keep an eye on it as long as possible.
They must have more than that. Using drones to find their lair and then using hellfire to level it can save us a lot of money."
"OK, I'll make arrangements right now." The deputy received the order and turned around to leave.
After handing over the task and finishing his work, Gilani untied his long blond hair and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the command center.
As soon as I walked outside, I met the station manager, who came over with a middle-aged man in a suit.
"This is our intelligence team leader, Sona." The station leader pointed at Gilani who was walking over and introduced.
"I'm Chris Stevens." The middle-aged man in a suit introduced him proactively with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Ambassador Stevens." Gilani shook hands with him and greeted him.
"This is Station Commander Aaron Brittweiner."
"This is our logistics director, Alan."
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The stationmaster led the ambassador all the way inside and introduced the members of the intelligence station he met along the way. The ambassador also greeted everyone warmly.
When the ambassador entered the stationmaster's office, almost everyone in charge of the base's departments recognized him.
The only exception is the GRS team, which is currently performing a mission outside and is still unloading and loading goods in preparation for withdrawal.