The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 68

The three Hinds swaggered and flew straight to Beledwin City, instantly stimulating the cerebral cortex of the forces in Mogadishu.

What is this concept?

In other words, in Somalia, where there is no sound prevention and control system, a doe full of weapons can pee everywhere within a radius of 500 kilometers, and you can't do anything about it.

Don't underestimate the intelligence agencies of any country. Within two hours after the battle, the damage report of the battle outside Beledwin was put on the tables of all parties.

Beachfront Gezira Sea!

This is a sandy beach in Mogadishu, which was once a resort.

The clear sea water and the endless yellow sky in the distance make this place full of mysterious attraction.

And the US military is stationed in this area.

The gang of eagle sauces chose the best site for themselves.

They built a lot of iron thorn railings around the campsite to prevent some courageous Somalis from rushing in and "picking up" garbage. You can vaguely see a few American soldiers cleaning up. Today is Sunday and they will not participate in training.

And in the temporary greenhouse, there are several Black Hawk helicopters and MH-47E special operations helicopters that are not completely covered!

Above the warehouse hangs a picture, apparently hand-painted, of a man in black with a sword on a white horse with outstretched wings. It may look ugly, but it represents a tripod Daimyo's name.

160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, U.S. Army!

This is the only aviation unit in the US Army Special Operations Forces. Nicknamed "Viper" and code-named "Night Stalker", it is mainly responsible for providing helicopter transport support and helicopter attack support to Delta Force and other special forces.

As the D Company of the 159th Aviation Battalion formed in 1977, it was a helicopter support unit created for the purpose of supporting night special operations. In 1981, it was reorganized as the "160th Aviation Battalion" and deployed to the Fort Campbell Army Base in Kentucky, USA. The size of the unit gradually expanded and developed into a regiment. In May 1990, it was renamed the "160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment".

Slogan: "Night Stalkers Never Quit".

Two burly figures were walking along the beach. Strange to say, they were wearing military uniforms without military ranks.

One of them has silver hair, a high nose bridge, gentle eyes with the corners of his mouth pulled up, but his whole body is very rigid. With his hands behind his back, he looked at the distant sea horizon, kicked the sand under his feet, and took a deep breath, "Somalia The smell of the beach is really good.”

"But I still like the sea of ​​Hawaii, I hate it here, and I can't sleep peacefully every day." The younger soldier beside him pointed at his forehead exaggeratedly, "I seem to be decades old, if at this time My daughter will definitely shout when she sees me, OMG! Can wildlings also walk upright?"

This kind of humor made the silver-haired soldier laugh out loud.

"Jasper, you can change back in five days, and I will stay here for another three years."

"Five days? Yes! God bless, I can finally go home safely." The latter sighed, looked at his watch, the hour hand was no longer moving, and there was no place to repair the watch in Mogadishu, but this It was a birthday present from his wife, and he wore it all the time, rolled up his sleeves, covered the watch, and said with a smile, as if comforting, "Soon, three years have passed in a flash, what do you think, Grant? "

Grant Ward, commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment of the United States, rank of lieutenant colonel, nickname: "Drug Cartridge"! Graduated from the West Point Military Academy in the United States, participated in the Invasion of Panama War and the Gulf War. He has extremely rich experience and was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross!

"It's really fast, but the situation in Somalia is getting more and more unstable." Grant took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out some white particles from it, and put it in his mouth. Jasper watched from the side, he Think of a previous rumor.

I heard that Grant likes to eat something every time he is on a mission or in his spare time, so that others think he is "taking drugs!" In the 1990s, the US military was still very strict about drug use, and the Special Command also set up a special investigation team , It turned out to be a kind of candy. According to Grant, he just likes to numb himself with sweetness, which is also the origin of his nickname later.

Grant motioned to Jasper, who waved his hand and refused with a smile.

He didn't care, put the candy back in his pocket, and asked casually, "Do you know The Company?"

"Savior?" Jasper frowned.

"Yes, that's the name." Grant shrugged with a smile, "very bold, but what they did was even bolder. I received news that three Hind helicopters took off from the "Fifty Kilometers" airport today, yes The bombing by bandits outside Beledevin resulted in nearly 100 casualties."

Three Hind helicopters?

Jasper frowned, "Soviet?"

"No, no, no, it's Asian. I saw it at Aidid's birthday party before. He gave the **** a tank as a gift." Grant clicked twice, still thinking about Tang Dao's handwriting, he I also clearly heard the other party say that it was worth two million US dollars, which is completely nonsense, but even if it is worthless, in Somalia, it is a deterrent to take it out.

Before all countries do not intervene, they are almost rampant against ordinary warlords.

"Is he an arms dealer?"

"I think so. This gentleman seems to be planning to settle in Somalia. He obviously wants to squeeze every penny out of the pockets of these niggers. I've never seen anything like this..." Grant said here I don't know how to describe it anymore, I tilted my head, as if I was constipated.

"Dieformoney? (Die for Money

Jasper helped him speak out, and Grant nodded, "Yes."

"His behavior will obviously destroy the peaceful environment in Somalia. It is a challenge for us to have someone who does not follow the rules join this situation."

"What do you want to do?" Jasper asked, spreading his hands, and said in a joking tone, "Do you want my people to blow him up? I can, I will accept this task."

Grant stretched out his hand, motioning for the other party to let him finish.

"I thought, I'm going to have a good talk with him, Somalia can't be messed up again."

The smile on Jasper's face faded. He always felt that the other party was too confident, which would easily lead to accidents.

just ask…

Why do people listen to you?

Just because you're a Ranger Battalion Commander? Only two companies are operational in Mogadishu!

And ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Jasper has been in Somalia for several years, he has seen many vultures, they come to the third world from all over the world, they will do anything to get rich, mercenaries even dare to combine to rob military supplies, Many Western European countries have suffered from this, but can you find someone? Even if you find it, what can you do? Global wanted?

No kidding, where is this?

Africa!

The most inhumane, most disorderly, most hooligan place.

Compared with the mercenaries, although those arms dealers are gentlemen with smiles on their faces, if you move their interests, you will know what the capitalist's iron fist is.

Grant was so proud, Jasper could feel it, he opened his mouth to remind the other party to be careful, but he couldn't say it, because he knew it was useless to say it.

That's what the Rangers are all about.

Hope, God bless, nothing happens.

At this time, Tang Dao knew that he had been targeted by Mr. Yingjiang.

He faced Luke Mazzaro's task force with a smile on his face. There were 7 people in total, and they all came to buy "toys".

"Gentlemen? What do you want? I have Soviet goods here. How about some artillery? It has a strong mouth, long durability, and strong stamina."

Lucien, head of the task force. Carlos looked at the enthusiastic Tang Dao, lowered his glasses, and said awkwardly, "Mr. Nicholas, we just want to ask, is your company willing to help us fight?"

"Of course, as long as you give me money, you can do anything."

"Uh... what we mean is, join us!" Lucian looked at Tang Dao and carefully observed the other party's changes. Sure enough, after hearing this, the latter's eyes slowly froze together.

"Dude, it's not April Fool's Day."

Chapter end