The stammering young man took out two pistols and put them in front of him with an ugly look on his face. This was the order given by the boss himself.
Xu Yun's figure had now completely disappeared into the darkness. The stammering young man swallowed his saliva, completely unable to feel at ease.
But asking him to bring two pistols to support Xu Yun, he would never be able to do it. This is not a joke, not a child's play.
Using a gun to bully the ignorant locals, the stammering young man really doesn't have any pressure. Let him provoke someone who is doing arms trading. Even if you give him ten courages, he won't dare. If there is a fight, it will be fatal.
Xu Yun approached the three-story building in the dark. The location they drove to was behind the small building. The entire small building was tightly closed. Every door and every window was closed. Every window was closed.
Thick black curtains were drawn at the back.
This kind of black opaque curtain is quite thick, so no light can leak out from inside the room, and no light can shine in from outside the room.
The whole building looked dark and deserted.
But there are many cars parked on one side of this building, five-seater, seven-seater, nine-seater, all kinds of cars.
Brands include everything from China's Haval to America's Ford, from Germany's Volkswagen to Japan's Toyota.
Xu Yun didn't count them in detail. He took a rough look and had a preliminary estimate in his mind, about fifteen vehicles.
The most exaggerated thing is that there is a Huron armored transport vehicle with clear lines and a rough appearance. It looks quite cold and domineering. Xu Yun's Mercedes-Benz G65 is already domineering enough, but next to this thing it looks like child's play.
This armored transport vehicle suddenly looks like a large Humvee, but it is modified based on a truck chassis. It can easily carry fifteen or six people inside.
Xu Yun quickly figured out that this armored transport vehicle was responsible for transporting arms.
Even fireworks and firecrackers are so flammable and explosive, let alone things like arms. Things like arms are still quite dangerous, so it takes a lot of effort to transport them.
The B6 level bulletproof standard is at least guaranteed to withstand the firepower of the AK47. The specially reinforced vehicle bottom can withstand the explosive impact of the German DM-51 grenade.
There are shooting holes all around the body. At first glance, it is not a big toy that ordinary people can own.
This kind of armored transport vehicle, which combines a certain attack capability with a high level of special armor protection capabilities, can also have a high survivability in extremely dangerous situations.
Africa is indeed an extremely dangerous place.
However, in a place like this, most people would not provoke a large armored transport vehicle of this level.
No one is a fool. Those who can own this thing are superpowers. Small countries generally cannot build it. For example, if they let the famous Asans build it, the car they build will definitely not have the aura of this car.
Of course, it is estimated that Asan Zao's body can not only withstand explosions, but also be able to transform, and it must also have a self-destruct function.
In such a vehicle situation, there would definitely not be less than fifty people inside, just a lot more. Xu Yun was basically certain of this.
Fifty people doesn't sound like a lot, but it's obviously not that easy to deal with. After all, there's an arms deal going on inside.
There are arms and money. Under such circumstances, no one will keep themselves in a very nervous state.
Therefore, everyone in the house must be very alert at this moment. Among the fifty people, the core people are nothing more than three or five, people from the buyer and seller, as well as the introducers in the middle.
Most of them are here to "protect" transactions for smooth transactions.
To give a very simple example, you take one million and go to the other party to buy guns and ammunition from a dozen people. The other party has many people and they have guns and ammunition, but they only charge money but don’t give you the goods?
People in the world are unpredictable, and no one will trust anyone absolutely, even if they are old friends who have done business many times.
But every time, the Japanese would bring a large number of subordinates, at least thirty people.
The arms seller is not so at ease and always brings a dozen powerful special forces-level bodyguards.
Only in this way can the business between them proceed peacefully, and no one will have evil thoughts about anyone else.
No one dares to make a wrong idea.
In this case, both parties have another advantage. They don't need to worry about external third parties coming to cause trouble.
Everyone has the important people and weapons, and no one is afraid of doing it.
Fifty people, you have to know that a mercenary group like Guta, which is already good in Africa, does not have a hundred people.
Even for a mercenary group of this level, one hundred people are definitely no match for the fifty people on the other side.
Especially the US side that sent out arms. All of the dozen or so people were strong and big. With such thickness of muscles, even a bullet could not penetrate them.
Japanese people are not bad either, although in terms of stature, due to the spread of dwarf genes in Japanese islands, there is no way to compare with Americans in terms of size.
But there are many of them, they are very well-trained, and they obey orders, so they do things very clearly and orderly, and it is definitely not easy to solve.
This background ensures the safety of their arms transactions and the interests of both parties.
Xu Yun looked around. There was only one door in this damn place, and the door was obviously locked inside. Xu Yun was sure that there must be someone guarding the door inside.
If he were to go through the main entrance, he would definitely alert the people inside.
There were so many people inside and they had the advantage of weapons, Xu Yun would not do such a stupid thing to put himself into trouble.
He thought for a moment and looked up at the roof. There were usually small windows for ventilation on the roofs of three-story buildings. If there were, that would be Xu Yun's opportunity.
Of course, this premise must be based on the fact that they were not talking about things on the third floor. If they were talking about things on the third floor, Xu Yun's appearance would definitely alert them.
This is a complete gamble. If you do it, you have a 50% chance. If you don't, there will be no chance at all.
Xu Yun didn't need to think about this for too long before he climbed over and climbed the drainage pipe on the roof of the building to go upstairs. Everything was done quietly.
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In the room at this moment, a white man with curly brown hair and a high nose was taking out weapons from a black box in a very noisy manner.
From small grenades and pistols to large rocket launchers, they are all available.
Behind him, two Americans with equally high nose bridges and deep eye sockets were sitting, smiling and smoking cigars, not at all worried about detonating grenades.
Behind these three Americans were a dozen burly bodyguards.
Opposite them, all the people sitting opposite them were Japanese people who were a head shorter. The Japanese people's subordinates stood neatly behind, with their hands behind their backs and wearing black clothes. They looked much more strict than those Americans.
The leader of the Japanese is an old man in his fifties, who looks a little bad, but the son beside him is domineering and does not seem to take the Americans seriously at all.
"Mr. Okamoto, I'm afraid you're going to have your eyes opened today. These are all my good things." This arrogant white American is called Heywood. As long as he is exposed to arms on the African road, almost everyone on the African road does not know him.
Extremely smart Americans.
"Don't say so many meaningless words, things really catch our eye, and you won't lose a penny of your money." The young man who spoke was Taro Okamoto's son.
This guy’s name is Okamoto Hikawa. He’s less than 1.6 meters tall. How could he have the courage to name him like that?
It is estimated that those foreigners are just a handful bigger than Okamoto Himikawa's arms...
Taro Okamoto was also a dwarf, and it must have been his inheritance that ruined his son. He just smiled and said nothing.