On a military transport plane flying to Baghdad, Wang Zhen sat on the ground with a serious face, holding a fixed safety rope in his hand and several garbage bags in his pocket.
Bourne and the others sat far away, as if they didn't recognize Wang Zhen.
There were many people on the plane, not just from the Scythe team, sitting around casually, all with relaxed expressions.
The cabin seemed a bit crowded, and there were large and small bags everywhere on the floor, making it very messy.
Going to Baghdad, everyone brought a lot of things. Wang Zhen also had a big bag with him. Bourne gave it to him before leaving. It was full of various types of bullets, weighing more than 50 kilograms.
I heard from people in the team that the Imperial Barrier has a branch there, and the logistics support is relatively stable. They only need to bring the main weapon, secondary weapons and a set of spare weapons. It is better to bring as many bullets as possible. When they arrive in Baghdad, these are all needed.
It's hard currency.
On this trip, the team brought more than 200 kilograms and 20,000 rounds of 5.56 NATO, 7.62 NATO and M43 intermediate ammunition.
You can find sales channels as soon as you get off the plane. These 20,000 rounds of ammunition can be exchanged for more than 30,000 US dollars. Of course, there is a cost for their purchase, so they can earn about 18,000 US dollars.
It’s like using your position to make some extra money!
Wang Zhen couldn't help but think of doing nothing but trafficking bullets.
The flight this time was not as painful as last time. My ears still hurt and I still felt nauseous, but I didn't vomit, which was considered progress. There was only one problem that made Wang Zhen a little uncomfortable, and that was the heat.
You will sweat when you are hot. With so many American soldiers in the cabin, foreigners already have a strong body odor...
You can think about it, put 200 American soldiers in a steamer to steam, and then you lie down next to the pot and smell... the smell!
vomit……
Wang Zhen vomited after all.
…
When the plane stopped and opened the airport, Wang Zhen couldn't wait to walk out carrying a 50-kilogram bullet. He wanted to breathe fresh air and heal his lungs.
Taking two deep breaths... Wang Zhen's complexion changed. He became dry and hot. He couldn't help but cough, and he began to sweat all over his body.
"How's it going, rookie, hahaha." Mountbatten's voice sounded from behind, "Have you felt the enthusiasm of Iraq?"
"I don't feel love, but it's so damn hot!" Wang Zhen wiped his face, and in just a few minutes, his face was covered with oil and sweat.
Bourne walked past Wang Zhen, reached into Wang Zhen's pocket and took out his sunglasses, "Put them on, if you don't want your eyes to get hurt."
Wang Zhen took it and subconsciously looked up at the sky, which was blue and dazzling.
Tightening the straps of his backpack, Wang Zhen took steps to follow. He finally understood why people in the Middle East wore robes and headscarves.
Wearing a headscarf to prevent your face from getting sunburned and wearing a robe to ventilate and wick away sweat are much better than wearing combat uniforms.
Of course, you won't feel sticky when you sweat. The combat uniform is really quick-drying and can be dried...
No one was willing to speak along the way. When he opened his mouth, he felt that the water vapor in his body would quickly escape. As he was walking, there was a sudden "boom". Wang Zhen subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Fuck, cannonball!"
"You can understand that this is the people of Baghdad greeting you, but the way is quite special." Shovel Joey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "You have to get used to it and distinguish from the explosion sound whether it is a shell, an IED, or an explosion.
Gas cans and stuff like that.”
"Then you can identify the type of artillery shell, its caliber, how far away the explosion point is from you and other issues from the explosion sound. This can help you survive in Baghdad."
The corner of Wang Zhen's mouth twitched, what a unique way to welcome, but I don't like it!
If we go back to China, Wang Zhen is now considered a military expert and can tell the caliber of bullets from the sound of gunfire. This is all the result of the crazy shooting some time ago.
The car that came to pick them up was at the airport. They were two military bulletproof Humvees with the Imperial Barrier logo spray-painted on them and an American flag. However, the Humvees looked dirty and dusty.
After putting the luggage and getting in the car, the air conditioner was turned on. Wang Zhen leaned on the seat, squinted his eyes, and took a few deep breaths intoxicated. It felt so good!
The mind is completely empty, and whether you are happy or not is completely determined by comparison!
After waiting for a while, Wang Zhen opened his eyes. He looked around and was stunned. The golden retriever was sitting in the passenger seat, not wearing a seat belt, holding a gun and looking wary.
The bayonet beside him was not in vain, and he was holding the Benelli M4 with the same vigilance.
"What's wrong?" Wang Zhen asked blankly.
"The road from the airport to the safe zone is quite dangerous. You'd better put on your body armor." Bayonet stared out the window and said in a low voice.
"Ah?" Wang Zhen didn't understand, but was shocked.
What he hadn't seen yet was that in the car behind him, Shovel was ready to open the sunroof and operate the heavy machine gun on the roof, while the poet was holding an M14 with M993 armor-piercing bullets in the magazine.
Smash it, slap it, Wang Zhen turned around and dug around in his bag. He was a rookie here, so he must have heard what the old man said.
Wearing a bulletproof vest in the car is very troublesome. It can't be deployed. It takes a lot of effort to put it on. It's heavy and heavy. I'm sweating again just after cooling down.
In fact, he was the first to get on the bus. Jin Mao and the others had changed into body armor before getting on the bus.
As soon as he changed into his body armor, he heard a muffled sound. Wang Zhen was startled. When he looked up, he saw a white dot on the side windshield. It was obvious that a bullet had just hit it.
"Fake!" Wang Zhen cursed, but the bayonet beside him didn't respond at all.
"Don't be afraid, this is normal. As long as it's not an RPG or IED, you'll be fine." Bourne didn't look back, but just reminded: "Don't wear your seat belt, and be prepared to jump out of the car at any time."
"Fake, why are you giving us a few shots for no reason? And your tempers have improved, haven't you? If someone shoots you, you won't fight back?" Wang Zhen looked constipated. Damn it, what the hell is this place.
"In Baghdad, the people who drive Humvees are all Americans, um, or NATO people. Many locals hate us very much, and it's common to get shot." The bayonet snorted, "You can't fight back, because you don't have any
There is a way to identify who fired the gun in the crowd. Those who put down the gun are civilians, and shooting means massacring civilians, which is very troublesome."
"Newcomer?" the driver asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Bourne nodded and explained to Wang Zhen: "You may be attacked if you drive a Humvee, but bullets cannot get in. You may be attacked if you don't drive a Humvee. One shot may kill you. Do you want to open it or not?"
open?"
"Just get used to it."
Wang Zhen was speechless for a while.
Think about it, turn on your phone, shoot a short video, and then post it in your circle of friends: Thank you, I am in Iraq. Can you tell what caliber the gunfire is? Can you tell it is an artillery shell from the explosion?
Is it still an IED?
I can!
A bullet just hit the glass of our car. Looking at the marks left on the bulletproof glass, we can tell that it was a 7.62 intermediate bullet, fired by the famous AK47S.
Akimbo!
Send, copy, open, paste, send, all in one go!
After showing off, Wang Zhen also became vigilant. He was silent all the way, and the car drove around in circles and finally stopped in front of a store.
Wang Zhen took a strange look.
"It's okay, get off the car."
Pushing open the car door, Wang Zhen asked Bayonet in a low voice: "Is this a company?"
"You're selling goods, you can't send all the bullets to the company." Bayonet gave Wang Zhen a strange look, aren't you very smart?