There are troops stationed in the city of Mosul, but there are not many armed forces active nearby.
It took Eric and the others less than a week to clear out the strongholds in Hunter's files.
Since Melvin was injured, everyone in the team has been extra careful.
A lot of weapons and ammunition were collected, and a lot of hostages were rescued.
They couldn't provide much help, so they could only arrange to travel to Mosul as much as possible.
On the five SUVs heading south, Eric hung up the phone with a troubled face.
"Guys, there's big business."
The co-pilot Melvin moved his injured arm, "Captain, is the background difficult or is it the region?"
"Both."
Hunter, who was driving, quickly grasped the steering wheel, "More difficult than terrorists?"
"They were responsible for the hotel bombing in Yemen last December and the World Trade Center bombing in February this year."
"Hiss—" Melvin pressed his shoulder, as if the wound was aching.
The only person in the world who has the courage to target America is Osama, who served as the head of the CIA office in Pakistan and was born into a wealthy family of construction businessmen.
Eric leaned on the back seat and looked at the roof of the car, "Those fools from MI6 are going to be the troublemakers, and we just happen to have a large number of 'black goods' to take action."
"The reward should be high, right?"
"The other party's quotation is three times the usual price, and the idiots are responsible for covering up our whereabouts."
Hunter said disdainfully: "Captain, their level is just like that. This is not a good job."
Movies are movies after all.
MI6 in reality is simply a piece of shit.
Intelligence work relies entirely on fabrication, and is always successfully infiltrated by spies from other countries.
If it hadn't been for the separation of the old Maozi family, it would have become the KGB's back garden long ago.
"So I'm struggling." Eric shook his head and sat upright again.
“The buyer paid three times the price, which should be a sign of big action in the near future.
Even if they don't trade with us, they will look for other sellers."
This transaction is equivalent to zero cost, and the profit is still green US dollars.
"Let's discuss it with everyone."
High profits represent high risks.
The business of arms dealers is not easy, especially for those who dare to do so in war-torn areas.
With the unanimous consent of the other 19 people, this big deal finally went ahead.
Eric gave MI6 another condition, that is, they could not interfere in their transactions.
Even for evacuation afterwards, no help is needed.
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Sunday morning,
Northeastern Africa, the coast of the Red Sea, and the eastern end of the Sahara Desert.
Five off-road vehicles escorted a large truck filled with "cargo" into the Republic of Sudan.
No travel documents are required, and the border pass is released directly.
The delivery location is not far away, just on the Sudanese grasslands along the Congo River.
Osama arrived very punctually, almost at the same time.
He wore an Arab turban, a thick beard, and a bulletproof vest over a white robe.
As soon as Eric got out of the car, a dozen of his men all raised their guns.
"Calm down, they are not Americans." Osama seemed to use English on purpose.
The show of force ends here, because the opponent is not simple.
He had received training from the CIA, so of course he could tell the truth at a glance.
"The goods are all inside." Eric pulled out his pistol and pointed at the truck in the middle.
"You don't have much time, you'd better hurry up."
Osama motioned to his two men to inspect the goods.
There are games as small as Aka 47 and as large as RPGs.
Even if it is the first transaction, neither party is worried about being hacked.
On one side is a rich second generation who has gone to college, and on the other side is a former member of the special forces with some official background.
"Happy cooperation." Osama gestured to his men to take out three large silver suitcases.
Eric nodded to the team members behind him,
"It's a pleasure to work together. It's time for us to leave."
"I hope we can continue to cooperate."
"I will." He shook hands with Osama and got into the SUV.
A total of 20 million US dollars, 1 million more than the original amount.
There are not many sincere buyers these days, and I don’t know that there are no opportunities for cooperation.
The truck and its cargo were left behind, and they returned along the road to the Sahara Desert.
After finishing this big deal, I can take a break in the near future.
"Captain, there's a situation." The off-road vehicle at the front reported through the intercom.
"Andrew, what happened?"
"There's a guy 300 feet directly in front of us."
Eric stuck his head out of the car window, set up his binoculars and looked over.
A touch of black under the blue sky and yellow sand.
It's summer, isn't it hot?
His intuition told him that this person was not a simple person, "Stop the car and prepare to fight."
Less than 50 feet away, the man blocking the path remained motionless.
He seemed to be suffering from heat stroke, but he stood up straight.
Hunter opened the car door with a smile, "Is it possible that the buyer just now was a gangster and deliberately planted a suicide bomb here?"
"Idiot!" Melvin opened the safety catch of the pistol, "I have a degree after all. If I want to do it, I have to lay some landmines or something."
Eric looked solemn and said, "Don't be careless, I always think this person is weird."
It was obvious that he was coming for them, and there was only one person.
Even though 20 guns were pointed at him, the opponent still made no move.
The four Andrews at the front stepped forward cautiously.
He was a little confused, because the closer he got to the other party, the surrounding temperature seemed to be less high.
"Captain, please—" The walkie-talkie was shot into the air.
Eric saw it clearly, it was a bright red light.
wizard?
Coming for them?
"Fire!"
Andrew fell to the ground and couldn't believe what his eyes saw.
That weirdo in black actually blocked all the bullets.
"Ho ho ho—" The chilling sneer overshadowed the dense gunshots.
"Get down!"
Eric's reminder was timely, and all the bullets blocked by the armor spell came back.
The other three people at the front fell.
He was shot and his life or death was uncertain.
Obvious hostility.
"Spread out and aim at the wand in his hand!"
The wizard opposite moved.
The tip of his staff points to the desert below, forming a solid wall.
Everyone will show fear when facing an unknown enemy.
"Who Dares Wins!" Melvin hid beside the SUV door and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand.
The bullets tore apart the seemingly thick wall, but the wizard disappeared.
Eric turned around and pulled out the tactical dagger hanging on his chest.
The sound of the Apparition's air explosion was too obvious.
"Hey--" The black cloak that separated him revealed half of his pale face.
As if he didn't expect it, the wand that the wizard had just aimed at was held in his hand.
"Are you coming for me?"
The answer is a mantra.
"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released——"
"Click——"
Eric broke his wand before the spell could take effect.
Starting from the tip of the staff, the impact with fire spread outward.