"Salah, I'm Wang, are you okay?" Wang Zhen asked with a smile while holding the phone.
"Wang, I'm glad to hear your voice again. It seems that you have returned to Iraq." Salah's voice was a little deep, "Well, it would be better if you didn't call me around 2 o'clock in the morning.
Already."
"Haha, I can't help it. You are the smartest person I know in Iraq. I ran into a little trouble. I think you can give me an answer." Wang Zhen boasted.
"Although I know you are lying, I really like to hear it. Tell me what's the problem."
"Our Scythe team has broken away from the imperial barrier. Now, we have set up a small defense company called Glory Defense. I accepted a task to help people escort a batch of goods. But when we passed through a town just now, the townspeople
Suddenly he shot at us..." Wang Zhen briefly explained what happened.
"You want to ask why someone would attack you, right?" Salah laughed: "It's very simple, the people in these small towns are not targeting you, but targeting all the large transport vehicles passing by, unless your convoy arrives in advance
I've said hello to the people in power here, the Iraqi government has almost no control over the enemy, let alone those small towns, you know what I mean."
"Many, many people in the countryside of Iraq have lost their source of livelihood, and they have to think of transportation routes."
Wang Zhen was speechless for a while. It was really a replica of the Republic of China, with bandits everywhere.
Du Lisan, open your eyes and take a look!
"Then is there any way to avoid trouble?"
"There is no way." Salah said directly: "Iraq's transportation lines are not so easy to open. They are only in the hands of a few people, otherwise there would not be such a shortage of supplies."
"The advice I can give you is to take a detour. If you encounter a city like this, find a way to go around it. It doesn't matter if the road is difficult, at least you won't be attacked."
"Okay, thank you for your advice. I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to Baghdad. Oh, by the way, we're working alone, so if you think there's any information I need, please let me know."
"Okay, goodbye my friend."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen explained the matter.
"Damn it, driving a truck in Iraq is more dangerous than in the United States!" Shrapnel said with a sneer.
Wang Zhen: "..."
"There are also people in the United States ambushing and attacking truck drivers?" Guo Jingyun asked in surprise.
"It's not just truck drivers. Truck drivers are the main victims. There are more than 800 highway shootings every year." Shrapnel explained that he was in prison and was relatively well-informed about these information.
"Damn it!" Guo Jingyun exclaimed, "Aren't there any police officers?"
Wang Zhen just thought that Shrapnel was just complaining, but he didn't expect it to be true!
Free America indeed!
"Okay, blind man, as a Chinese, you should stop worrying about the U.S. government and talk about the problems we are encountering now." Wang Zhen brought the topic back, "The intelligence dealer gave me his opinion, so everyone can only work hard in the future.
It’s one o’clock.”
"No problem!" everyone responded.
…
They walked in the dark and stopped all the way. According to the map, there was only a 300-kilometer road section. It took them a full 10 hours to reach Sulaymaniyah. It was already noon the next day.
This is also the case when it is easier to see the road clearly after dawn and the speed is much faster.
After finding an open space and parking the car, Wang Zhen contacted John again.
"Don't worry, the appointment time is at 5 pm today. The location is in Shebezal City, north of Sulaymaniyah City. The buyer's name is Hadwan. Please note the phone number. You don't need to charge money. The money will come from the arms dealer.
On the way, he will clean it and hand it over to us, which can save a lot of money." John said.
"Okay, I understand, who is the buyer?" Wang Zhen asked.
"A group of Kurdish armed forces, don't worry, they have nothing to do with those extremist terrorist organizations. We will not sell goods to them anyway." John said with a smile.
Wang Zhen hung up the phone with a smile and curled his lips. He wouldn't believe John's words.
As long as the profit is sufficient, these people will never mind selling goods to Ace Ace.
Anyway, the war is between the Kurds and the Iraqis, and the US government is the one having a headache. Wang Zhen doesn’t think John and the others are very patriotic.
Of course, the price must be high enough, and the price of their souls is never cheap.
With previous experience, the first thing is to study the map, which is theoretically only 80 kilometers.
Considering that it was daytime, it would be more convenient to take a detour. Wang Zhen estimated that it would only take 4 hours to arrive, so we had to rest for an hour. These 300 kilometers would exhaust many people.
After watching the night vision device for several hours, Guo Jingyun felt like he was really going blind.
After setting up the 78 pot, lighting the gasoline lamp and pouring water, Wang Zhen tore open a vegetable bag and a bag of ingredients and sprinkled them in.
The vegetable buns were made by himself. Wang Zhen was determined not to eat individual soldier rations. He was not lying when he said he was good at cooking before.
This time I specially bought a household dryer, a vacuum packaging machine, and a compressor. I cooked the vegetables and meat pieces, dried them, compressed them, and vacuum-packed them. They will not go bad for a month.
When you eat it, it will boil as soon as it is boiled. After it is cooked, break the noodles and soak them in. A simple version of the steamed buns is ready!
Served with homemade spicy beef sauce, seafood sauce, and sweet beef sauce specially designed for Westerners!
hiss!
This is not much more delicious than individual soldier rations!
With space like this, you can also bring some wine.
Oh my god, what a standard of living!
As the simple version of the mutton steamed buns was cooked, the aroma spread out, and the donkey and the poet gathered around, unable to hold back their saliva.
If nothing else, at the very least, the current operational food standards of Tejas Defense are definitely extremely high.
After a hot lunch, people feel dizzy and sleepy.
After taking turns to rest for half an hour, and feeling much refreshed again, the group drove on the road again.
With experience, this time it will be much smoother.
Of course, even so, there are still dangers on the road. There are too many robbers.
But after Wang Zhen pulled out the RPG and fired a round, he calmed down those people and gave up the pursuit.
At 4:40 pm, we arrived near the scheduled location.
Wang Zhen did not let the poet drive there directly. Instead, he and Donkey drove a pickup truck to the agreed trading location.
An abandoned town is nothing but a waste area.
As soon as the two people got close, they heard the sound of machine gun fire, "ta da da."
This is Iraq, the way of greeting is so energetic.
Wang Zhen called and checked his identity with the other party before being let in. The person who met him was a bearded man.
The beard is trimmed very neatly.
Seeing that the man with yellow skin and beard got out of the car, he was obviously stunned, "Are you...Chinese?"
It is already very strange for the Chinese to engage in arms business, but there were indeed many people in this land who used weapons from the East, and they could not be notebooks or sticks anyway.
"Yes, you are Mr. Hardwang?" Wang Zhen asked.
"No." The bearded man shook his head, "Where are the arms?"
The visitor obviously had no intention of chatting with Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen tilted his head and his tone became tougher, "The news I received is that the trader is Hadwang, not some unrelated person, do you understand?"
"Don't think about playing any tricks." As he said this, Wang Zhen pointed towards the sky.
The bearded man looked in the direction of Wang Zhen's finger and saw a small drone hovering in the sky.
In Baghdad this time, Wang Zhen asked everyone to contact the five-person control team. Although they could not reach the level of professional players, simple level flight was still no problem.
Seeing the drone, the bearded man's pupils shrank. Although they didn't know what model it was, in their understanding, the drone often brought artillery strikes or missiles.
After taking a deep look at the Chinese man in front of him, the bearded man picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words. Wang Zhen even guessed that he was informing the man named Hadwang.
I learned this when I was at that small oil field base.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a white robe came out and said, "Hello, I am Hadwan."
Wang Zhen took out his mobile phone and compared the photos, then said with a smile: "Nice to see you, please wait a moment, the goods will be delivered soon."
After that, give the donkey a wink.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the engine was heard, and shrapnel drove the car over.
The poet and Guo Jingyun are in charge of security, a precision shooter and a gunner can provide sufficient fire support if an accident occurs.
The truck stopped, and the shrapnel stalled and jumped out.
The people from Hardwan got on the bus and started checking.
It took half an hour, when it was getting dark, to confirm that it was correct.
Wang Zhen threw the truck key to Hadwang, "The truck is for you."
Hadwang's face was full of smiles, "We are very satisfied with the goods, thank you."
Although the transaction partner changed this time and was still Chinese, Wang Zhen left a good impression on him, strong enough, professional enough, and generous enough.
"You're welcome, then, bye." Wang Zhen also said with a smile.
"goodbye."
The three Wang Zhen people got into the car and quickly disappeared from sight. The group of people also got into the car and left.
"Phew, it's finally done." Everyone gathered together, and Mayor Wang let out a long breath, "Let's go back to Baghdad. We must have a good rest."
Two days and one night, I slept for less than half an hour in total.
There was nothing to say all the way, and when I returned to the base in Baghdad, I was finally able to have a peaceful sleep.
When Wang Zhen woke up the next afternoon, he immediately checked his mobile phone to check his balance.
Ding dong, your account has received US$800,000 and the account balance is 1.45 million.
yeah!
Wang Zhen waved his hand fiercely and finally got rid of the bankruptcy crisis.
Well, for now.
Of course, we still have to share the money with the donkeys. After deducting it, the public account will still have 1.05 million, which is enough for expenses for a long time.
Get up, wash up, call for a shovel, and ask him to transfer all the money to several people's accounts.
After eating and drinking enough, Wang Zhen lay back on the chair, picking his teeth. Next to him, Donkey, Shrapnel, and others were bragging and spanking. His eyes gradually became hollow...
After completing the Imperial Barrier, there will be no more work to do in the future!
You can’t rely on imperial barriers for all tasks, you have to find ways to develop your own business channels!
But, how to develop it?
How do other small PMC companies or mercenary organizations survive?