In the afternoon, Ela drove Irving to get familiar with the environment in Benghazi. By the way, she also contacted the powerful arms dealer she mentioned. The other party was very happy to hear that Irving and the others wanted American equipment, and the two parties agreed to trade in the evening.
Benghazi is even more unsafe at night, and there are basically no people on the streets. The location agreed upon by both parties is a cemetery, and not many people can be seen during the day, let alone at night.
In the darkness, two beams of light approached from far away. Owen, Ela, Heartbeat, and Bayev drove into the cemetery in two cross-country vehicles. In the center of the cemetery, a large van was waiting there with its lights on.
Two cars on Irving's side stopped, and the headlights of the three cars illuminated the area. When the other car saw the buyer arriving, they opened the door and got out of the car.
"Aha, my God of Wealth, we meet again."
What came down was a nigger, wearing camouflage uniforms. In the darkness, the whites of his eyes and big white teeth were extremely eye-catching. He spoke English, but had a strong Benghazi accent. As for why he called Ela the God of Wealth, this
Of course, the M1911s Irving and the others purchased from this guy were sold for $200 each in the United States. He offered $500 for each M1911, which was not brand new. In the end, Ela gave him $5,000 and packed 8 M1911s.
and 16 magazines.
The four people on Irving's side also got out of the car. Irving and Ela stepped forward, and Bayev and Doki followed behind, acting as his subordinates.
"Where's the goods?"
Ela opened her mouth to ask, and Owen took the opportunity to look around. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see two guys with guns behind the nigger, leaning lazily on the van.
But just because Owen couldn't see clearly didn't mean he didn't know what was going on around him. The ghost in the headset had just announced that in addition to the three people next to the car, there were two gunmen hidden in the darkness.
In the darkness not far away from the gunman, Ghost and Fred were waiting quietly with night vision goggles. Their guns were already pointed at the gunman not far away. If the arms dealer was just trying to prevent gangsters from taking advantage of the gangsters, then they
He didn't do anything, but if he had the idea of killing people and grabbing money, I would be sorry.
The nigger didn't care about Ela's attitude at all. He waved his hand back, and several of his men carried over two boxes. The lids of the boxes were opened, and they were all ACR.
"How's it going? Good stuff, right?"
Ela glanced at the contents of the box and asked with dissatisfaction: "Why are there only ACRs and all bare guns..."
Ela is right, the ACRs in the box are all bare guns, with only physical sights, and they don’t look to be in good condition at all.
The nigger shrugged, "Sorry, I only have these. American equipment is not that easy to find here. It's pretty good to get these..."
Ela and Owen whispered a few words, and Owen nodded. The current situation is good, and Owen is not picky.
"Okay, how much do these cost?"
"Each ACR costs US$5,000. There are eight in total. Each ACR comes with two magazines. I will give you the magazines and bullets..."
Ela curled his lips, he couldn't complain anymore. New guns like the ACR in the United States can only cost more than 2,000 US dollars, and the guns he has here are all bare guns. Logically speaking, they can't even be sold for 1,000 US dollars. This guy actually dares to ask for 5,000 US dollars.
Irving was also a little shocked. It was black, it was really black. He dared to ask for $5,000 for this kind of product. For a moment, Irving had the idea of taking advantage of others, but in the end he held back.
Without Owen's instructions, Ela had already consciously negotiated a price with him. In fact, it would have been more appropriate if Fred was here, as he was the real master of pricing.
After some back and forth, we finally settled on $40,000, 8 ACRs, 24 magazines with fully loaded bullets, and 8 grenades.
Well, women all have certain talents in certain areas.
"Okay, okay, just do what you said and pay as soon as possible. I lost the money today, but you are regular customers. Remember to come to me next time if you need anything else. I can get all kinds of good things here."
thing."
The nigger muttered and yelled. In fact, everyone knew that he had taken advantage of him. These guns were probably picked up from dead people, and they didn't cost a penny. Besides, except Owen and the others, who would take this advantage?
The price was agreed upon and Owen was ready to pay.
He opened the travel bag he was carrying and took out four stacks of U.S. dollars from it. When he came here, he had considered that he would definitely have to spend money here, so he specially brought 300,000 US dollars, all of which were packed in this travel bag.
After receiving the money thrown at him, the nigger hugged and kissed him for a while, but his eyes kept glancing at the travel bag. Probably when Owen took out the money just now, he saw that it was full of US dollars.
"Well, you are very trustworthy. I have other good things here. Do you want to take a look? Maybe you will need..."
The nigger said with a smile. Owen and Ela looked at each other and nodded.
“(*%(*))*……%”
The nigger said something in dialect to the people behind him, and the two lazy men still opened the car door lazily, indicating to Owen and others that they could go over and check.
Owen and Ela walked over, with nothing unusual on their expressions, but Ela heard Owen's order in the headset: "Get ready to take action."
Owen didn't know the meaning of the patois just now, but since then, although the two nigger's men still looked the same as before, the hand holding the gun unknowingly touched the trigger.
The same goes for the nigger. Although his smile looked extremely sincere, his hands quietly touched his waist.
"￥#*()%"
"Bang bang bang~"
Just when the two of them walked in front of the nigger, the nigger suddenly yelled, probably saying "do it" in the local language. At this time, Owen did not hesitate at all, and the movement of his hands came first.
Then, the M1911 fired three times.
The two men were shot in the head before they even made a move. At the same time, Owen turned sideways and shot the nigger in the arm. The pistol he took out fell to the ground, and before he could even scream in pain, another bullet came out between his eyebrows.
Kong, the whole person fell to the ground on his back.
At the same time, a few fires appeared in the darkness, and the gunman arranged by the nigger was taken care of by Ghost and Fred.
In less than two seconds, the normal battle ended. In a battle of this level, Irving killed several people without even using the bullet time. Irving and Bayev made a vigilant posture with their guns, keeping a certain distance and approaching the van.
Ghost and Fred also surrounded me from the darkness.
There was no one in the cab, and there was no one in the carriage. All five people on the other side, including the nigger, were shot dead. Seeing that there were no other enemies, Owen put the pistol back in his waist.
There were no good things in the carriage that the niggas said, except for some grenades and some body armor. This once again proved that the niggas deceived them just to get blackmail. But Bayev made a new discovery.
He patted the wall of the car and said, "Head, this car has been bulletproofed."
Owen tried it and looked at the car glass again. It was indeed true. The car walls were thicker than those of ordinary cars, and the glass was also bulletproof. It seemed that this guy took his own safety quite seriously, but now these are all theirs.
.
Owen reached out to find the 40,000 US dollars from the nigger's body and stuffed it back into the travel bag. He originally planned to do business well, but he was also prepared to be slaughtered. Unexpectedly, the nigger actually played dirty tricks. Every penny was gone.
No need to leave.
"How about taking a look at the weapons?"
Owen pulled out an ACR, inserted the magazine, checked the chamber, and then fired at an off-road vehicle he drove. With this bulletproof vehicle, they no longer needed that vehicle.
The gun was okay, but he was a little uncomfortable with not having any modern sights, but there was nothing he could do about it. In a place like Libya, even if you wanted to make one yourself, you probably wouldn't be able to find a place to sell it.
Others took their weapons and tried firing them one after another. The sound of ringing gunshots could be heard in the darkness of the cemetery. Even if someone noticed, they would leave immediately for fear of getting into trouble.