Li Ran and Wang Mo followed Toad and Jackal back to the place where Luo Hao launched a counterattack with a pistol. In addition to several "Hydra" members, Barang, the largest drug lord in Southeast Asia, also came with them.
In his words, he wanted to see if the kid who blinded him was still so awesome.
As soon as I set foot on this battlefield, a strong and pungent smell of blood hit my face. Even a "Hydra" who hangs his head on his belt, only recognizes money and not people, shuttles in the hail of bullets all day long.
The mercenary couldn't help but frown.
The scorched marks left by grenade explosions and bullet casings scattered around can be seen everywhere on the ground. The black jungle combat boots are not as hard as expected when stepping on the ground, but have a soft feeling. Of course, this softness is by no means
It had just rained, but it was caused by being soaked in human blood for a long time.
"vomit--!"
Suddenly there was a sound of vomiting in the crowd, followed by one of Balang's men who acted as his bodyguard. Because he couldn't bear the stimulation from sight, smell and even the touch of his feet, he covered his mouth and ran to the side to vomit.
.
"Useless trash!" Glancing at Zheng Huan's men who were holding on to the tree trunk to vomit, Balang snorted dissatisfied and cursed.
It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied and angry with the behavior of his subordinates who made unbearable vomiting in front of outsiders, especially Li Ran and Wang Mo, two former enemies, which seriously damaged his face!
Li Ran walked to the circle surrounded by fifteen corpses, looked at the bullet holes between the eyebrows of the dozen drug dealers, and glanced at the scattered shell casings on the ground that were relatively well preserved. Li Ran bent down and picked up a
He put a bullet casing under his nose, smelled it, threw it to Wang Mo aside, and asked, "What do you see?"
"Arc style quick draw, a compulsory course for Longyin troops."
"A pistol, a rapid arc-type draw, fifteen bullets, all shot between the eyebrows, a 100% hit rate. If it were you, how far could you go?" Li Ran asked.
"Ninety percent." Wang Mo pursed his lips and gave a conservative answer.
"So, a mad dragon is a mad dragon. Even after three years of leaving Long Yin's army, he can still play with guns so well. Cheng Ying's apprentice really deserves his reputation." Li Ran couldn't help but sigh.
Li Ran left Wang Mo alone with a pistol to simulate Luo Hao's situation against the enemy, while he wandered around casually, trying to find some information about other members of Luo Hao's team. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you survive every battle.
Li Ran walked up to Balang, looked at the spring in his hand that should have been removed from the AK automatic rifle, and asked: "When did Boss Ba become interested in arms other than 'white noodles'?"
"Hey, I'm not interested in this kind of iron lump that smells like engine oil. When it comes to making money, it's my 'white flour' that comes faster. If you're playing with arms these days, unless you can sell nuclear submarines like that madman Bugir,
Nuclear missile-level munitions, otherwise there will be no chance."
Barang casually threw away the spring of the AK automatic rifle in his hand, curled his lips and said, "I really admire that guy Bugir. He has been at the top of Interpol's wanted list for almost 20 years, but he hasn't moved his butt. The guy who sells nuclear missiles is different.
"
"Do you know who is the largest arms dealer in the world? The United States!" Li Ran looked at Barang and said, "The reason Bugir has been on Interpol's wanted list for twenty years without incident is entirely because of the Americans' efforts behind the scenes.
He has something in his hands that Americans only dream of."
Li Ran and Balang talked about Bugir, the madman who dared to sell nuclear weapons. His full name is Bugir Wingert. Whether it's flying in the sky, running on the ground, or swimming in the sea, as long as you can afford it, he can give it to you.
You brought him here, so he is also known as the "Merchant of Death" in the arms industry.
As for why Bugir Wingert has been on Interpol's wanted list for 20 years without incident, as Li Ran said, it is the Americans who are secretly working behind the scenes. The United States itself is a superpower that made its fortune by making war money.
, it is the largest arms dealer in the world. It produces enough weapons to blow up the earth two or three times every year and there is still more.
As an arms dealer, in addition to having enough goods in hand, what else do you need? A sales network! Without a sales network, what's the use of just having guys in hand? Although countries purchase arms from the United States every year, those orders are
It couldn't satisfy the big appetite of the United States, so it targeted other forces in the world that were in urgent need of arms, which naturally included some mercenary groups and terrorist forces that could cause some trouble for their competitors.
Americans don't care whether you are evil or righteous, as long as the one who can buy their arms is God. During World War II, he sold airplanes to the Allies and tanks to Hitler. If it weren't for the Japanese brains
If we bomb Pearl Harbor, the Americans will be able to safely make their war fortune until the end of the world war.
Bugir Wingert's arms business is a family business, and the relationship accumulated over several generations has given Bugir a very large and complete sales network. Even if he is now imprisoned in a prison at a NATO military base, he
It can also remotely control the sale of arms. Most of the arms of "Hydra" are purchased from Bugir.
Such a miraculous arms sales network is exactly what the Americans urgently need. Therefore, until the Americans fully grasp the sales network in Wingert's hands, Bugir will never be kicked off. And before the Americans nod, another
Who dares to lay a finger on him?
"Since you have no interest in the arms business, why were you looking so enthusiastically at a spring that fell out of someone's gun?"
"I was just thinking, this kid Luo Hao is really capable of ruthless actions. Except for the things that can be taken away, he has torn apart everything that cannot be taken away. Even if he dismantles it, he still separates it!" Barang said through gritted teeth.
"This is the style of the Longyin Army. Since I can't use it to destroy the enemy, I won't leave it to the enemy to deal with myself or my brothers."
Li Ran glanced at Balang, who had a stinking face, and said, "With Boss Ba's worth, do you still feel sorry for these guns and bullets?"
"Fart, I don't have anything else but more guns, more people, more bullets, and more 'white flour'!" Barang slapped his chest suddenly, pretending not to care and said: "These guns are just gifts from me.
His meeting gift!”
Listening to Barang's heroic words, Li Ran smiled slightly but did not expose him. His eyes were like a pair of radar detectors, and he continued to search the surrounding ground. When he saw a throat-shock air tube headset hanging in the ear of a drug dealer,
, his face changed, and he quickly called Balang to his side, and asked with a serious expression: "Boss Ba, are all your men equipped with this kind of communication headsets?"