Chapter 790 Arms Dealer's Gambling

The trench gave the three people a pass for the company here and a satellite phone to facilitate timely contact.

Before leaving, Aken suddenly remembered something and took care of the trench: "If there is any news about this Chinese, please inform me immediately." Aken handed the photo of the tiger and Zhang Liang to the trench.

The trench looked at this photo carefully, "I have news of those missing people, and I will inform you immediately. Um...especially this person!" This guy is very smart and knows that Aken cares about this white-haired yellow man, maybe his compatriot.

Zhang Fan and the three of them drove a modified light truck with a mercenary guide and left the branch of the security company. Under the leadership of this guide, walk through the city. Now this city of Homs is relatively safe compared with other parts of Syrah, because of the Hola massacre, which has attracted the attention of world public opinion. Therefore, the hostile sides are at peace, and no one dares to take the lead during the period when the United Nations observer mission came to investigate.

Therefore, this city is also a time of frequent activities. War correspondents, intelligence personnel, mercenaries, government soldiers, opposition spies and smugglers from major media are crowded in this city. It's like a chaotic spider web that covers this focus city layer by layer.

The weapons black market is located on the outskirts of Homs City, a remote abandoned workshop. This is the extreme position of the defense force of the government army, and the tentacles of the rebels can't reach here. Because this is not a military important place. Moreover, this suburban town is controlled by a neutral tribe, which swings between the government army and the opposition tribes, and neither side wants to offend the local snakes here at this time. Therefore, this satellite town of Hums maintains rare peace and tranquility.

And this weapon black market is a good way for tribal leaders to maintain good contact with the outside world. It can't be said that the tribal leader is very skillful. Even in order to ensure the smooth trade of weapons merchants in the weapons market, the tribe also sent troops to strictly protect and strictly prohibit fighting! There is no pardon for violators!

Of course, those weapons dealers must also pay for such safe protection. Although the scale of this black market is small, it gathers many notorious weapons dealers, which naturally attracts the attention of Western intelligence agencies. However, there are too many things involved. They are inextricably, mixed, and even affect the whole body, which may even affect the situation in the whole Middle East. Therefore, no one will be arrested in private without the consent of the local snake here.

Zhang Fan is currently arranged by the Alliance of Practitioners. His company has a good relationship with this tribe, and the two sides have a lot of business cooperation. Therefore, Zhang Fan and the three of them just showed their passes and were simply released.

"Good guy! Even tanks are sold!" Aken was shocked.

A 80% new old Soviet T54 medium tank was parked under the dilapidated factory not far away. It is also the first time that everyone has come to the real world's arms market. Although there are many transactions of weapons and props in the auction scene in the big square market, such as tanks rarely appear. To be honest, such a scene makes the three people who have experienced the world of ringers a little kind. Everyone seems to have returned to the hot-blooded world.

The weapons in the world of ringers are basically synchronized with the real world. Therefore, even the latest weapons that appear in this market, as long as they have been used on the battlefield, will inevitably appear in the world of ringers. And most of them are at the Arab Ringers' Market. This is related to the real-world modern war, which is most in the Middle East.

The weapons on the black market are not very expensive. Dollars and gold are hard currency. Even drugs can be used as trading currency. Led by local mercenaries, Zhang Fan and the three of them passed through a row of vendors holding AK rifles, Desert Eagles and American assault rifles and found the most reputable weapons dealer in the market. This guy is a Russian in his fifties who is drinking vodka while bargaining with an army purchasing officer of a Syrian tribe.

"Hey, old Chekov, I brought you a few friends..." The mercenary came forward alone to greet the old arms dealer.

"You are not dead yet?" Old Chekov looked at him suspiciously, "Don't bother me. Don't you see me busy?"

"Old man, I won't die if you die. These yellow people want to buy some weapons from you..." The mercenary said angrily.

Old Chekov frowned and looked at Zhang Fan and the other three, "Which school did you come from? These little guys who didn't grow hair? They are also soldiers? Get out of here and don't stop old Chekov from getting rich!"

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly!" The mercenaries were furious, "These three are masters from China. The three of them beat more than 30 good hands under the trenches!"

"Just blow it, I bet. These three little guys can kill a dozen in the trench alone!" Old Chekov naturally doesn't believe that the trenches of Blackfire are well-known professional mercenaries.

The local mercenary sneered, "Maybe you should ask his bald Buck, who was beaten to kneel down and pee in his pants!" More than 30 good hands didn't stick to it for a minute! I'm also there..."

The tribal quartermaster who was trading with old Chekov also didn't believe it. "This is impossible! I know the ability of the trench. The guy who can beat 30 people under him hasn't been born yet. Even if the Terminator rushes out of the movie, it's impossible!"

"I swear to Allah that these three young Chinese people are simply more terrible than the demon gods in the Arabian Nights!"

Old Chekov can't believe that the three seemingly weak young people in front of him can win 30 mercenaries. Damn, there is another woman. This guy must be crazy. However, Chekov the Elder knew that these Arabs would not easily swear in the name of Allah, otherwise it would not be a lie.

Zhang Fan and the three of them are far apart and can't hear what they say. However, it seems that the local mercenary's negotiations are not very smooth. Do the weapons dealers here still look at people when they sell weapons? The dollar in my hand is real.

At this time, Old Chekov shouted, "Wajim!" Only a dull footstep was heard in the warehouse behind Old Chekov, like a pile driver, rushing out a thick man wearing only one tactical vest and more than two meters tall.

This big muscular man lowered his head and asked rudely, "Mr. Chekov, what's the matter with calling me? I'm about to sort out those boxes of rockets! You have to add me a double of ham in the evening!"

As soon as Aken saw this guy, he realized, "That guy must have boasted that we defeated the trenches. This Russian doesn't seem to believe it. Find a big man to test us.

"This is really troublesome..." Zhang Fan said helplessly, "This place can't be fought. There are rules in other people's land."

Aken smiled and said, "That Russian must have a way..."

Sure enough, old Chekov said to the big man, "Have you done something? Have you seen the three little guys over there?" Yellow-skinned and dark-haired, I'll give you 30 seconds to beat them up. But don't kill them. Add three servings of your ham in the evening!"

The mercenary gloated and shouted, "Old Chekov, don't say I didn't remind you. I bet 200 dollars, and Wajim can't last 30 seconds."

"You chopped up all over and sold it on three sides, and it's not worth 200 dollars!"

Wakim asked suspiciously, "Mr. Chekov, is what you said true? If I defeat them, I can eat three hams? In his eyes, these three black-haired boy, who are not much bigger than children, can be flattened as soon as they lift their legs.

"Of course, go!" Old Chekov shouted.

Wajim immediately drooled and ran to Zhang Fan and the other three.

Some buyers and sellers around the old Chekov gathered curiously. Some good people actually opened the market. Ten to one, Zhang Fan and the three of them can't stand it. The mercenary immediately bet all his valuable things on him and bet that Zhang Fan and the others could survive and win. The winning rate of Zhang Fan and the three is 51 to 1.

Aken looked at the giant who ran over opposite him, and then looked at those good people, knowing that this fight was inevitable. So he walked over quickly and said to Wajim, "Stop--"

This is the only English that Wajim can understand, and the big man stopped hesitantly. Aken walked to old Chekov and asked, "You and I have no grievances. Why did you let such a big guy get along with us?"

Old Chekov smiled strangely and said, "If you want to blame this guy for bragging. Anyway, Wajim will definitely do his best with the power of three hams. You'd better leave your last words, although I told Wajim not to kill you. But this guy doesn't matter..."

Aken smiled and said, "What if we win?"

Old Chekov laughed, "Hahaha! You win? This is the funniest thing I've heard today. Hahaha! If you win, the transactions between us will be 50% off!"

Aken smiled and said, "It's a deal. By the way, that man and I are not feeling well today, only the woman will have a meeting. I also remind you that the woman's men are not important, and you are likely to lack a good porter.

"What are you talking about? Just let the woman go--" Old Chekov's voice changed, "Don't think that Wajim will be soft on women. This big guy only has the difference between ham and the enemy in his eyes. His brain is not very good..."

"I bet 10,000 dollars, your big Vajim can't last a minute!" Aken took out a $10,000 bill from his bag, which made the mercenaries and arms dealers around him laugh.

"Children, jokes are not like this..." Old Chekov said gloomily.

Aken took out another 10,000 dollars from his bag and said with a yin smile, "Add another 10,000, I'm not kidding..."