The bullet glanced in front of the donkey, which frightened the donkey and threw it backwards.
Although he was hiding in the truck body and had an extra layer of steel plate protection than others, the machine gunner was affected by the sound of the IED explosion. After he regained his ability to move, his hands, feet, and head were a bit awkward, and he shot too far.
Hearing the sound of the machine gun, Wang Zhen suddenly braked and turned his head. Not caring that the M855 could not hit it and penetrated the protective steel plate, he turned the muzzle and fired in a burst.
Amidst a clanking sound, the protective steel plate was hit with sparks.
The shrapnel also turned the muzzle and shot up.
The machine gunner also shrank his neck in fear. There was an observation port on the top of the steel plate muzzle.
Just when he wanted to adjust the trajectory, "Bang" the poet opened fire.
This time the M993 bullet finally succeeded. The tungsten alloy bullet core penetrated the steel plate and hit the machine gunner's neck. There was a hole in the front as big as a pinky fingernail, but it opened a hole in the back of the neck the size of a baby's fist.
The blood spurted from the broken neck artery was six to seven meters high.
After taking care of the machine gunner, Wang Zhen and Donkey pressed forward again.
No more gunshots were fired from the second car. Maybe some people were not killed, but shrapnel and bullets swept over them. Those who were not dead are now dead!
There were only two mercenaries left escorting the arms, Wang Zhen, Donkey, and Shrapnel dispersed to outflank them from three directions, and the poet sniped.
A minute later, one person was beaten to death by Wang Zhen, and another person was beaten to death by a donkey. At this point, the entire opponent's army was wiped out!
"Blind man, poet is on alert." Wang Zhen ordered and then joined the donkey, and Shrapnel began to approach for inspection.
Regardless of whether they are dead or not, give them all a shot.
"Done."
"Done."
Listening to the report coming from the channel, Mayor Wang breathed a long sigh of relief. The first mission ended successfully!
Well, at least the first phase ended successfully.
"Pack up the loot and put it all on the truck." Wang Zhen ordered, bending down and pulling out the gun from the corpse's hand.
An AKM imitation, it looks like the Bulgarian version. It is conservatively estimated that it can be sold for US$3,500 in Iraq.
Beautiful.
Ignoring the blood on it, I started searching behind the body.
Take away all magazines, grenades, and pistols.
A night vision device, you can't see which country it is made in the dark, so take it away.
There is an RPG at the foot of the back seat, pull it out and take it away!
I have a body armor... I don’t want this. Not only do I not want it, I want to destroy it.
It's not a matter of whether it's damaged or not. In a place like Iraq, you can sell arms, but you can't sell body armor.
This is considered an unspoken rule, and generally even those underground arms dealers abide by it.
It would be too much to ask terrorists to wear body armor.
There are four people in the car, four sets of equipment, an RPG rocket launcher, and two warheads.
With his body covered with trophies, Wang Zhen trotted to the truck. Donkey and Shrapnel also ran over, carrying a lot of stuff on their backs as well.
Wang Zhen couldn't wait to climb onto the truck, lifted up the rainproof cloth and looked inside. The boxes were neatly arranged, and he couldn't tell what was inside. He only knew that they were arms.
Just by looking at it, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed completely uncontrollably.
Throwing the seized guns in the car, Wang Zhen jumped out again, "Heavy machine gun, heavy machine gun, see if you can dismantle it."
"Are you really planning to take this cart of arms back?" Donkey asked in disbelief.
Although Wang Zhen had said this before.
Anyone knows how short of arms there is in Iraq, but the problem is how to transport it, how to find buyers, and how to ensure that we receive the money!
I don’t know how often the transport team here will contact us, but the news will definitely get out at dawn at most.
At that time, the other party will inevitably launch a counterattack, especially after discovering that the delivery truck is missing.
"How will you know if it doesn't work if you don't try it!" Wang Zhen continued: "The little money given by the foot-covering building is enough, just in case, right?"
"Okay." Donkey shrugged. Not being the boss, he couldn't understand what Wang Zhen was feeling now.
Wang Zhen also jumped out and walked towards the nearest pickup truck. He jumped on the bed of the truck and grabbed the heavy machine gun and took a closer look. He immediately wanted to give himself a slap in the face.
No tools!
It's a heavy machine gun. This thing can be sold for at least 20,000 US dollars.
Four is $80,000.
Sad to lose my love!
"Poet, blind man, drive our car and the shrapnel will pass. Donkey and I will drive the truck, dog and dog." Wang Zhen didn't hesitate, jumped down and said loudly.
You can't stay here for long.
Three minutes later, the three cars converged. Wang Zhen looked at the map in his hand. After driving a few kilometers, he told Guo Jingyun to clear the road ahead, and then the group plunged under the highway.
Wang Zhen had made plans before coming. He specifically studied the satellite map provided by the CIA and chose a path.
Enter the grassland from here and drive all the way east to enter a mountainous area.
Although it is said to be a mountainous area, it actually looks like low hills to Wang Zhen, but no matter what, you should be able to find enough space to hide a car.
Wang Zhen was fully prepared before coming.
Once we got off the highway, the road conditions were indescribable and the driving speed was very slow.
Wang Zhen doesn’t even know if the average speed is 10 kilometers per hour.
In the meantime, he got out of the car four times to save Guo Jingyun's car that was driving off the road.
Fortunately, there was a road open, and any dangers were detected by Guo Jingyun. It was a bumpy road. At 5 o'clock in the morning, looking at the map, we had driven about 40 kilometers.
This is a depression between two hills with some sparse trees.
The car approached a few trees and the donkey turned off the engine.
Wang Zhen pulled out a large package from the bed of the pickup truck and opened it. Inside was a piece of jelly cloth specially used to camouflage campsites in the wild.
"Do you want to move it down?" Shrapnel asked while standing next to the car.
"I estimate the cargo on the truck weighs 10 tons. Without tools, I'm afraid I'll be exhausted when moving it down." Wang Zhen shook his head and said, "The bigger problem is, without the truck, how will we transport them out!"
"Then just cover it up like this?" Donkey twitched the corner of his mouth.
Wang Zhen nodded, "Just use it as a camp tent to disguise it, and then get some branches, vines, grass leaves, etc."
"If someone really searches the area, they will be discovered even if they move down."
"If no one finds it nearby, then we are lucky."
"Let's do it. Once it's done, we'll retreat immediately."
To put it lightly, it took a full 2 hours of busy work to completely disguise it, and it was already dawn.
Several people got back on the pickup truck and drove around a corner towards the city of Amadeyeh in the neighboring Erbil province, and then took a detour to Sulaymaniyah province.
That side is still under the control of government forces, and they don't dare to rush into Nineveh Province. Now most of Nineveh is controlled by Ace.
It's a mess over there!
The detour to Sulaymaniyah was smooth, we encountered no danger along the way and arrived smoothly.
Then he went south from Sulaymaniyah and passed through Diyala Province to reach Baghdad.
When passing through Diyala, we took a detour to the small oil field near the town of Bruz.
The imperial fortress flag was still hanging on the wall of the small oil field that looked like a small town. The group did not go in. They just stopped here for a while and then headed west.
It was already past 4 pm when we arrived in Baghdad. Wang Zhen asked the others to go back to their residence to wash up and rest. He himself went to the Imperial Bastion branch to meet Daryl to hand over the task.
The mission voucher is just a few photos.
As soon as he entered Daryl's office, Daryl stood up with a smile and said, "Hey, congratulations on completing your first task."
"The news spread so quickly?" Wang Zhen said with some surprise.
"Haha, intelligence is very important for a PMC company. There were intelligence dealers selling intelligence early this morning." Daryl said with a half-smile: "Interestingly, the intelligence said that a car of smuggled arms was not smuggled by someone.
It was destroyed, but robbed."
Wang Zhen's face was filled with regret. He raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face, "I should have contacted Salah right then and sold him the information. I would have lost 100 million!"
Daryl was stunned on the spot. After a long while, he cursed: "Fake!"
"Now I feel that you can run Glorious Defense well."
"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Zhen shrugged, "I can only say that only after you actually run a company do you understand how difficult it is to do business. The huge cost pressure makes you have to fight for every profit."
Daryl laughed, "This is the secret why I stay at the Imperial Barrier without raising a team to work alone. Business is too unknown. It's always wonderful to imagine how much money you can make, but in reality
Above all, losing money is the overwhelming majority.”
"Especially for a job like PMC, you may lose not only your money, but also your life."
Wang Zhen sighed, it's like this, the heavy machine gun's bullets in the early morning, if the machine gunner hadn't been affected by the IED explosion, he or Donkey would most likely have died.
"Did you hide that batch of arms?" Daryl asked.
"Well, hide it for now and see if there is a chance to come out later."
"Sell it or use it yourself?"
"Sell!"
"You're not going to sell it to Faisal again, are you?" Daryl raised his eyebrows.
Wang Zhen suddenly laughed, "That's what I planned. Now I'm afraid that he can't afford it. I always feel like Faisal will be bald by me. I don't know if the leeks have grown after more than 4 months."
"I might be disappointed." Daryl said with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Wang Zhen frowned. He was attacked, the Scythe team was disbanded, trained, and prepared for the glorious defense. A series of things made him so busy and dizzy that he didn't pay attention to the affairs in Iraq.
And we don’t hear much news from here in the United States.
Daryl sighed, "A month ago, Ace launched an attack on Tikrit. As expected, the Iraqi government forces were defeated again, and Tikrit has been occupied by Ace."
Wang Zhen's face was filled with speechlessness, and his expression gradually became distorted. For a long time, "Fuck!"
It's not that he has anything to do with the Iraqi government, but he feels sorry for Faisal.
I had just seen improvement and was about to reach the peak of my life, but suddenly my hometown was gone...
Thinking about it, Wang Zhen suddenly froze in place. This... couldn't be because of my problem, right?