The reason why Wang Zhen felt that Feisal's experience was caused by him was because of the template he had previously designed for Feisal - Du Lisan.
At that time, Du Lisan controlled local areas and occupied rivers, roads and other important transportation routes to collect fees. He was a super bandit that left Tsarist Russia helpless and gave the Qing government a headache.
The final result was that he was trapped and killed by Zhang Zuolin at his peak moment.
Looking back now, Faisal's experience is almost a replica of Du Lisan.
Could it be that because of himself, Feisal really fell into Du Lisan's destiny?
Destined to fall before reaching the top?
"What's wrong with you?" Daryl called Wang Zhen.
"Ah, nothing?" Wang Zhen came back to his senses, "How is Feisal now? Is he not dead?"
"Of course he's not dead. He was in Baghdad. How could he die? It's just that the armed force under him was beaten badly, and only about 30 of them fled to Baghdad." Daryl sighed: "The people who supported him behind him
Most of the donors are from Tikrit, and now they have basically lost their source of income.”
Wang Zhen sighed heavily and said goodbye, Faisal, my brother.
"What's the Iraqi government's plan? Isn't it planning to take back Tikrit?" Wang Zhen asked: "If this continues, IS will reach Baghdad."
"Take it back? How?" Daryl sneered, "The combat effectiveness of the government forces is no different from those of local armed forces. They have no power to fight back against Ace Ace's group of lunatics who are not afraid of death, especially that group
Madmen always spread their ideas within the city first and develop followers."
"Before it is launched, it is impossible to tell who the terrorists are. Once it is launched, the government forces will be powerless to resist."
"The US military doesn't care?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.
"How to care?" Daryl spread his hands, "Terrorists don't have labels on their heads, nor do they have uniforms. At first glance, they are civilians. Even if we have planes and missiles, do we really dare to bomb them?
?"
"The hardest thing about fighting terrorists is finding them."
"Then just keep watching them develop? Now that Iraq has lost one-third of its territory, Nineveh Province is still a highly oil-producing area, so I don't feel bad."
"The United States cannot afford the consequences of bombing civilians." Daryl shook his head, "Now we can only continue to support the Kurds to fight against Ace's expansion, unless one day Ace is really causing trouble all over the world.
They hate it deeply, otherwise..."
Wang Zhen sneered, maybe he couldn't afford it now. In 2003, the United States was at its peak. Looking around, no country could stand side by side with it and dominate the world. It would dare to bomb directly with a bottle of laundry.
Today, 10 years later, Russia's GDP has increased five times, and the rabbit has also increased five times.
In the global ranking of GDP, in 2003, Russia ranked 12th and Rabbit ranked 6th. Ten years later, Russia jumped to 8th and Rabbit jumped to 2nd.
Strength makes people calm!
Of course, if Ace really makes rabbits and polar bears become hostile, their demise will not be far away.
If you want to destroy someone, you must first make them crazy. In Wang Zhen's opinion, Ace is very crazy.
"Okay, let's not talk about these uncomfortable topics." Wang Zhen waved his hand, "It seems that I can only find another way. So, Daryl, do you have any channels to sell arms? I can give it to you.
Divide.”
Daryl said with regret, "Theoretically, I should be able to help you find a buyer, but the actual situation is that I can't. I am the general manager of the Iraqi branch of Empire Barrier first, and then I can help you find a buyer."
It's Daryl."
Wang Zhen sighed, he understood that Daryl was dependent on the Imperial Barrier for existence, and he could not touch any business that was not involved in the Imperial Barrier.
"Okay, I have nothing to do. I'm leaving. I haven't had a good rest for four days and I'm almost exhausted." Wang Zhen stood up and breathed involuntarily.
Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.
…
I went back to my apartment, washed up, went to bed, and woke up at noon the next day.
After sleeping for more than 12 hours, I finally regained my energy.
Because the company is registered in Iraq, it is foreseeable that most of the business will be here in the future. Therefore, Wang Zhen simply arranged for Shovel to rent this small building as a whole as their residence. There are no outsiders here and it is quite quiet.
When he woke up, he didn't want to get up for a while. After lazing around for a while, Wang Zhen began to calculate the income from this business.
After deducting the kickback from Foot Covering Building and the commission from Empire Barrier, there is still 350,000 left.
The company reserved 105,000 as working capital, and divided the 171,500 between the four donkeys, leaving 73,500 for themselves.
Mission expenses: CIA intelligence fee 150,000...
Wang Zhen sat up straight and blinked, "Aren't you going to pay $50,000 in compensation?"
This does not include the air tickets when arriving, the rent of the small building where we are stationed, the food and drink during this period, the salary of the shovel, the hired cleaning servants, and the transportation tools in Baghdad, two military Humvees and two pickup trucks.
There are also all the equipment and ammunition replenished by the team.
While at the Imperial Barrier, the Scythe Squad can use their free time to do private work. This does not require profit sharing with the company, so the company is not responsible for the squad's equipment issues.
But there are only a few people in Glory Defense, and there is no such thing as private work, so Wang Zhen must take responsibility for the equipment problem.
Previously damaged low-light night vision devices and infrared night vision devices need to be replenished, damaged guns need to be repaired, and ammunition and body armor must all be repurchased.
They use high-end products, and the prices are extremely expensive.
Take the poet as an example, it costs $30 to pull the trigger!
Shrapnel was a poor man who had just been released from prison. All the equipment was bought by Wang Zhen. Naturally, the pair of fellow countrymen Guo Jingyun couldn't favor one thing over another.
I looked through the consumption list that Shovel sent me. I originally had 1.42 million U.S. dollars in my hand. After all the expenses were taken into account, the balance in my account now only amounted to 730,000 U.S. dollars.
Wang Zhen felt a little dizzy.
Am I doing my job or not...
No wonder Imperial Barrier doesn't accept this kind of task at all, there is no profit at all.
Thinking about it, Wang Zhen raised his hand and gave himself another warning. Yesterday, he should have brought several boxes of valuable arms back in the pickup truck.
A truck delivering goods will be noticed, but a pickup truck driving around Iraq will not!
At least the basic income can be guaranteed.
Now Wang Zhen has begun to worry about whether the batch of arms will be discovered. With the blessings of the Sanqing Jade Emperor Tathagata Buddha, God Mary, and all the gods and Buddhas, they must not be discovered.
After muttering a few words and unable to lie down anymore, Wang Zhen got up and worked hard. He must work hard to make money.
I also want to buy a house for Jiajia.
So, let's go have a meal first.
After gathering a group of people to eat and drink, Wang Zhen saw that it was almost time and called John to make an appointment to meet.
He really lacked connections in Baghdad and could not find other shipping channels.
The CIA may be very busy, but as the second-in-command, John is not so busy. It was at that residence that Wang Zhen met John who was invited.
"Congratulations, Glory Defense has completed its first mission."
After meeting and exchanging pleasantries, Wang Zhen talked about the purpose of coming.
John thought for a while and said: "First of all, I want to earn this agency fee, and then, as you know, I am not involved in the arms business."
"The arms from last time?" Wang Zhen asked.
"It was purchased through the channel of a colleague." John said: "So, I can only help you find underground arms dealers to ship the goods, but you have to understand that the price of goods shipped to arms dealers cannot be according to the market price in Iraq.
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Wang Zhen opened his mouth and sighed, "Of course, I can understand."
"You are a smart man, haha." John smiled, "For the rest, you have to pray that the arms are still there. I will wait for your news."
Wang Zhen nodded. No matter what, he could still find a shipping channel, even if he didn't make much money.
Farewell John, although Wang Zhen is eager to make money, he will not mess up things by acting in a hurry.
After resting in Baghdad for a week, it was not until they confirmed that the storm had passed that the team from Tejas Defense set off again.
We set off in the morning, still taking a detour from Sulaymaniyah, stumbling, and finally arrived near Zangche in the evening. When we were about 2 kilometers away, Wang Zhen called to stop.
"What's wrong? Why are you stopping here?" the donkey tilted his head and asked.
"Wait a minute, have something to eat, and then go there after dark." Wang Zhen looked at his watch and said.
"Are you afraid that someone will ambush us?" the poet asked.
Wang Zhen nodded. After working as a PMC for more than half a year, he found that the battles he encountered were basically ambushes. He now has some conditioned reflexes.
At night, we can take advantage of their advanced equipment.
After 10 o'clock, the temperature has cooled down. At this time, the temperature of the human body is much higher than that of the surrounding environment, and it is easier to be detected by infrared night vision devices.
Five people formed a battle formation and touched it, not very fast. Wang Zhen was holding a handheld infrared night vision device weighing more than 3 kilograms.
When they reached the coordinates of 300 meters, the team stopped. Wang Zhen observed carefully with a night vision goggle. He could already see the vehicle covered by Jilib.
After careful observation for 10 minutes, the few people moved forward again and searched several hundred meters around. Wang Zhen didn't feel relieved until it was confirmed that it was safe.
After battling with the air for six or seven hours...there is no big mistake.
When he came to the car, he took off the camouflage cloth and took a look inside. Boxes of ammunition were still there. Wang Zhen grinned and laughed loudly.
He ordered the poet to be on guard with a hand-held infrared night vision device, and the others tore the whole jellybu off. Wang Zhen called on several people to jump into the car, took tactical flashlights, pried open the wooden box, and began to inspect it.
To sell arms, you must first know what they are selling.
Move it around, record it, confirm it.
The batch of goods sold to Ace Ace were all small arms, and most of them were Russian equipment.
AK-47, 300 pieces, 15 boxes.
M43 intermediate ammunition, 200 boxes, standard 550-round small box.
FAL, 100 pieces, 10 boxes.
7.62NATO ammunition, 50 boxes, standard 450-round small box.
Explosives, 10 boxes.
RPG, 30 pieces, warhead, 100 rounds.
"Damn, this is enough for a battalion of armed terrorists." Guo Jingyun looked a little stunned.
"How much is it worth?" asked the donkey.
"The devil knows." Wang Zhen closed the box, sat down on it, sighed, and said with some disappointment: "If calculated according to the price given to Faisal, these can be worth 3 million, but I also know that it is impossible.