The devastating harvest of the "bus" completely wiped out the 200-man army sent by the Truth Sect from Saida County. The burning cars and trees turned the dark night at three or four o'clock in the morning into day.
"Cease fire, pay attention and save ammunition." After this wave of soldiers, Fu Ming didn't know what was waiting for them in front of them. Luther Alex slowed down the speed of the car and drove the 'bus' carefully and slowly.
It became quiet. Except for some wounded militants moaning and shouting in the mud on both sides of the main road, there was no sound, not even gunshots.
The silence of the night and the miserable screams made people feel horrified. The body of the 'bus' was covered with bullet marks and traces of burning, but it seemed that the structure and equipment were not damaged, and the power was still sufficient.
"Fu*k, it's better for me to give each of them a shot to end their pain." Matt Adams lit a cigarette and hung it in his mouth. He was still wiping the wound on his right leg that had just been scratched by the single blade.
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"It's not serious. It won't affect your combat capabilities. I'll give you a tetanus shot when you get back. You won't even need sutures." Jack Davis, the doctor in the team, took a look at the wound on Matt's body. "It's nothing serious.
." He is the only one in the team who has no armed experience. Before joining Fu Ming's team, he was a Doctors Without Borders. Even using an automatic rifle was taught to him by Matt when he joined the team.
"Be quiet and observe carefully." Fu Ming watched the 'bus' enter the city and became more vigilant.
Saida County is not too prosperous. Even if it is lost, there are still some small two- and three-story buildings. The planning is very irregular and the roads are complicated. It is very suitable for street fighting, ambush and defense.
Fu Ming opened his laptop and wanted to find a map of Saida County on Google Maps. "Alassad is right in the city center. Turn right at the next intersection and you will reach your destination in six blocks."
Ten minutes ago, he received a satellite phone call from Fudong. Alassade Canetia's headquarters is located in a large shopping mall in the center of the city.
"Boss, it's a little strange to be quiet. There were at most 230 people just now. Where are the remaining 700 people?" Sniper Song Jiahao kept changing positions, observing the sides of the road and the buildings.
situation, but found nothing.
"That's..." Weinblad was still holding the repeating G18 pistol and looking out of the shooting hole. Suddenly, with his peripheral vision, he spotted the top of a three-story building on the right. There seemed to be movement. A package.
The Middle Eastern man with his head raised was carrying something similar to a rocket launcher on his shoulders and was aiming at the bus. Wayne could recognize it at a glance. It was not an AT4 or an RPG-7. Such weapons are not that big.
"Javelin missile! Luther, get around it!" Wayne calmed down, opened his eyes and shouted. The Javelin missile does not have a locking function, but after the missile is launched, its flight direction can be controlled by the remote control, thereby bypassing the cover.
object so that it will not be detonated before hitting the target and directly kill the target. The Javelin missile is very powerful and is not a cheap product like RPG-7.
Luther's reaction was not unpleasant. He turned the steering wheel to the right and got into a small road. As soon as the car swung over, there was a boom and the Javelin missile hit a two-story building behind the car.
, the building shook twice and was blown down directly!
"Stop the car and turn off the engine!" Fu Ming found the place nearby through GPS that was least likely to be ambushed, and raised his head to tell Luther.
"Do you want to get out of the car? There are still hundreds of enemies in this city. If you get out of the car, you will undoubtedly be seeking death. If you don't get off the car? The Javelin missile just now scared you half to death. Who knows if there will be a second or third one?
"Fa?" Fu Ming's brain was spinning rapidly, "Some things are made too simple." He thought in a low voice, and the security force members thought he was giving some order, so they all fell silent.
"Uncle Vasily Ivanovich is really awesome. He can even sell Javelin missiles to Al-Assad. He really has that kind of money to buy them! I guess there are a lot of Stinger missiles as well. He was cited by IADC (International Arms Dealers Commission)
I am the first to sell dozens of things." Fu Ming laughed and laughed at himself.
As if Alassade Canetia didn't want to give Fu Ming too much time to laugh at himself, the quiet city was broken by the roar of the engine.
"What?" Fu Ming became alert, and the unknown feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.
"There's more than one sound of the engine and the sound of the tracks! It can't be..." Luther, who was very familiar with the vehicle, said halfway before he didn't dare to say any more.
"Mobile fire support platform." Arms fan Wayne Blade made a voice with a wry smile.
Just when Wayne said the last word, two M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks crashed into the houses on both sides of the road and ran over them directly. The 120mm high-pressure smoothbore cannon, whether it was an armor-piercing projectile or
High-explosive bombs can blow this 'bus' into the sky.
"I have already said that a tank is called a tank, and what is it called a mobile fire support platform?" Song Jiahao snorted and tightened his grip on the QBU09 sniper rifle.
Fu Ming sighed. In front of the bus were a bunch of *** militants with AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers. Behind them were *** militants holding AK47 rifles. On top of their heads, there were at least three missile javelins.
The launcher is sitting and aiming accurately.
"I'm surrounded. I have an idea." Fu Minggang put his right elbow on his thigh, smiled slyly, then picked up the front microphone and turned on the bus's loudspeaker.
"Mr. Alassad Canetiya, I know you are nearby and I want to talk to you." Authentic Arabic came from the loudspeaker.
Ten seconds later, a military vehicle stopped in front of the bus. A man got out of the car. Fu Ming could not see his face clearly. He only knew that he was a bald man. He was wearing a camouflage uniform and had a hand holding a knife.
A Desert Eagle pistol.
"I am Mr. Alassad Canetia. I don't know which gentleman is in the car, and I don't know what grudge I have against him, but he actually massacred more than 200 of my soldiers!" This bald man is Mr.
Lassad. He also held a loudspeaker and microphone and shouted to the bus. "If you need anything, sir, please get off the bus and tell me."
"Hahaha, Alassad, you haven't figured out the situation yet. There are only eleven people in my car. But these eleven people of mine just killed more than two hundred of your people like chopping vegetables.
Fu Ming laughed and opened the car door.
"Boss?" Luther wanted to stop Fu Ming from getting out of the car. He knew that in this situation, death was inevitable, but he would die faster if he got out of the car.
Fu Ming ignored Luther and got off the bus. "Snipers on the roof, don't rush to shoot, just listen to your boss's order!" Fu Ming stretched out his right hand, still holding a gun in his hand.
Remote control, thumb firmly pressed the red button on the remote control.
"This car is called a bus."
"A very interesting name." Alassad actually joked with Fu Ming. He knew that in this situation, he would definitely win.
"I believe everyone has seen the power of this car. The designer of the vehicle told me that in order to prevent me from being captured and the current situation, he made an extremely bold modification on the vehicle. Under the chassis of the vehicle
, there are two cans of enriched uranium. I think everyone should know what will happen after nuclear fusion or nuclear fission. As long as my right hand releases this red button, I'm sorry, including you, Mr. Alassade Canetia,
All eleven of them will be buried with me. But if everyone is willing to follow my advice, I will re-enter the password and cancel the explosion." Fu Ming still had a habitual smile on his face. This is the most important thing for a businessman.
Basic etiquette, even though he is an arms dealer.
"Boss, it's too dark. We actually fought with a tactical nuclear bomb for more than an hour. If your hand shakes and you press the wrong button, everyone will tell you." Luther opened his mouth. "
Tell me in advance and let me write an electronic will!"
The nine people in the carriage were all surprised and looked at Fu Ming with a wry smile.
"There is no nuclear bomb in the car. The boss is trying to scare them. Look at the remote control." Song Jiahao was stunned for a moment at first, but he who was closest to Fu Ming carefully observed the remote control.
There was a red button, and Fu Ming's thumb was indeed pressed on it, but the letters under the remote control buttons made Song Jiahao completely understand what was going on.
The remaining nine people hurriedly rushed to Song Jiahao's shooting hole and took a look. They all tried their best to hold back their laughter and laughed out loud, but they were trying to get in trouble. They probably knew what Fu Ming wanted to do.
"Are you threatening me? Detonating a nuclear bomb? Hahaha, who will believe you!" Alassad was obviously a little panicked. He didn't know whether what Fu Ming said was true or false, but looking at the posture, that truck was indeed extremely powerful.
, Fu Ming only had eleven people who dared to break into Saida County. It would not be surprising what would happen to this young man, even if he really had a tactical nuclear bomb in his car.
"I don't need you to believe me." Fu Ming turned around. "I just need everyone to believe me. I am an arms dealer. If I can't enrich uranium, you can think about it yourself."
"Two hundred people, ten minutes, Alassad did not hesitate or regret at all. Your companions, comrades, and even relatives died on the battlefield. It was meaningless! Alassad Canetia was not worth it at all.
You respect and serve. Are you willing to obey the orders of this bald villain and die, or are you willing to hand over this dead bald man who bullies you on weekdays to me, and let everyone live their own lives?" A businessman must have a strong psychology.
In terms of quality, he can't even blink when he deceives others. Fu Ming has mastered this point very well, and in psychological warfare, almost no one is his opponent.
The soldiers were a little shaken and turned their heads to look at the man wearing a military cap behind Alassade Canetia.
"The purpose of my coming here is only one person, Alassad Canetia. As for you, you have nothing to do with me and have no enmity against me. But Alassad brutally killed my friend, Wa
Siri Ivanovich and Hussein Heik Indias. My name is K. Alassad, you should have heard of it."
Alassad had a surprised expression on his face. He would never understand what others would do just for the sake of being friends.
The man took a few steps forward and leaned into Alassad's ear. "I'm sorry, boss. We all formed the truth sect's armed forces just to survive, not to die needlessly." The man snatched the man's hand.
The butt of the Desert Eagle in Al-Asad's hand hit him on the head. Then he pointed the muzzle of the gun at Al-Asad's bald head.
The man picked up the microphone of the loudspeaker and shouted to Ming with a smile. "Mr. K, if you had said this earlier, then the two hundred brothers would not have sacrificed in vain. We will not hold you accountable.
We should have asked first, instead of attacking first. It is all the fault of this idiot Alassad. We have caught the person you want. Please confirm the safety before entering the password to contact the explosion. Please hold your fingers for a while longer. Everyone is just
I want to live. Mr. Arms Dealer, Vasily is dead. I'm sorry, but the Pravda faction cannot live without arms suppliers. I hope to cooperate with you. Please leave your contact information." The man should be from the Pravda faction.
Number two, a communist without a fixed source of weapons will definitely not last long. Since there is such an opportunity, why not take advantage of it? The man is very smart.
Fu Ming put down his right hand that had been raised, "I like your character very much, sir, please tell me your name." Then Fu Ming said a long list of numbers, which was the number of a satellite phone.
"My name is Victor Abili. Nice to meet you, sir." Victor picked up Alassad, "Raise your hands, bald head."
Alassad was kicked by Victor and began to walk forward slowly. "Victor, I will curse you forever. You will definitely be punished by Allah!"
"Yes Alassad, I will definitely be punished, but at least not now. I haven't lived enough yet." Victor sneered. "It is so worth it to exchange your life for the strength of the Allah Sect!"
Under Victor's supervision, Alassad approached the 'bus' in a different way.
Fu Ming quickly put his right hand holding the remote control into his pants pocket. If Victor discovered the flaw in the remote control, everything he had done before would be in vain.
But it was obvious that Victor was not as smart as Fu Ming thought. He did not ask to see the remote control, but smiled to please Fu Ming. It seemed that his desire to be the top of the Truth Sect was no longer something he wanted to do twice a day.
Damn it.
"I don't want to see the tail." Fu Ming waved his hand, and Matt jumped down from the back door of the container. He tied Alassad tightly, and slashed his neck with a knife.
De fainted. Matt threw Alassad directly into the carriage.
"Mr. K, of course. I don't want to become the dust of a nuclear explosion. I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future." Victor Abeli was still smiling.
Fu Ming nodded. His right thumb had already released the red button on the remote control, but his hand still had to be put in his pocket. He felt that his thumb was stiff!
The vehicle began to slowly leave Saida County and head north.
"Song, do you have a tail?"
"There's no shadow, boss... you can throw away the remote control." Song Jiahao retracted his eyes from the sniper scope and finally couldn't hold back his laughter. "Those idiots."
A group of people in the car laughed loudly, which woke up Alassad. He had been gagged and looked at the people with different skin colors in the car in horror.
"My hands are numb." After making sure that no one was following him, Fu Ming dared to take his right hand out of his pants pocket. He took out a remote control, opened the car window, and threw it out the window.
"Damn it, I was in such a hurry when I went back to the hotel near Beirut Airport that I actually mistook the air conditioner remote control for a cell phone!" Fu Ming cursed.
The air conditioner remote control was thrown out of the window and broke into several pieces. The green circuit board and battery were shining brightly in the dawn sunlight.