Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 89 Shit, Gaul

There is no phone book in Burrell's mobile phone, but there are 6 numbers saved in the call log. Han Feng can't determine which one of them is his real superior, or all of them, but he can send group messages.

Antoine's short composition was quickly sent to Han Feng's mobile phone, and then the latter copied it and resent it.

"VIP, Owl, you two take off this guy's clothes and tie them to a tree, make them stronger, and then get in the car." Han Feng pointed to Borel on the ground and said to Popov and Mishin.

He has already sent the location here to Echo, who will naturally come to take this guy away.

Within a few minutes, Burrell, who was covered with nothing but his underpants, was tied up.

"Yanick, I'll drive. You go to the back and change into this set of clothes. We'll do a full set for the show." Han Feng opened the driver's door and threw the clothes to Yannick.

The place he chose in the text message was to grab the apartment building in Burrell, which was more believable.

Because he didn't know how many people would come, Mishin didn't continue to use the G28. Anyway, he was fighting inside the building. He directly brought a P90 submachine gun with a silencer, which has a fast rate of fire and strong firepower. It doesn't hurt either.

Ten minutes later, Han Feng, who was hiding in the dark, saw a sneaky white man appearing at the door of Tongzilou.

Upstairs, after changing his clothes, Yannick showed half of his body and waved downwards. The tube building was nearly 20 meters high, and it was almost impossible to see his face clearly from below.

What's more, now that the sky has gradually darkened, Yannick's complexion has a protective effect.

"Borrel, you idiot, almost ruined our event..."

The white man walked into the tube building cursing, but as soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the black muzzle of a submachine gun.

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Since there was no more rope, Popov who came up from behind had no choice but to tie up the man. Han Feng then found a MAT49 submachine gun of the same model on him.

It's really hard for them. This kind of unpopular weapon is indeed still equipped in the Afrikaans military and police, but it is not easy to find two such "perfect" ones.

"Who are you guys?"

The white man looked nervous at the three masked men in front of him.

"We should ask you this question." Han Feng said while sending a text message to Echo to inquire about the situation, of course still in English.

The other party obviously still can't figure out the identities of the few people, but through their professional equipment and actions, they can also guess that it is impossible for them to be local forces in Afrikaans.

"I... I am a diplomat from Gaul, you openly attacked foreign envoys..."

In the middle of the man's speech, Popov stepped on his chest and almost lost his breath: "Of course we know that you are sent by Gaul, and now we are asking you."

Diplomats have immunity, and diplomats from countries like Gaul or America basically walk sideways in small countries, and they are behind the civil strife in many countries.

Han Feng put down the phone in his hand, Echo just said that his men were already in place: "You ordered Burrell to shoot people on the street?"

The white man didn't answer.

"Forget it, VIP, I am kind, you can continue..."

This person's willpower is obviously far inferior to Burair's. Popov just repeated the old trick once, and he called out everything in tears.

"My name is Ponti Fesno, the third secretary of the Gaul embassy. We have arranged nine hidden lines with pistols in the three places closest to the parliament building..."

Sure enough, Burrell did not tell the truth completely, but comparing the confessions of the two people, it can be determined that there are only three positions that have problems.

"I... I've said everything I need to say, you can't... you can't kill the diplomats..." Due to the waterboarding just now, Fessino had already peed in his pants, and was watching with fear on his face as he held the pistol against him. Popov on his forehead.

At this time, Echo sent a message, saying that all the police officers in those three locations have been controlled, and now the protesting crowd is gradually dispersing and preparing to go home.

Han Feng asked him to find a few absolutely reliable local policemen and go to the bottom of the tube building as quickly as possible to stand by, then put down his phone and looked at Fei Sinuo next to him.

"Don't worry, we won't kill you." Han Feng bit the accent on the word "we", then untied the rope that bound Fesino's hands and feet, and let him stand on the edge of the half-open corridor: "But Those below are not necessarily the same.”

Han Feng squatted down, loaded the MAT49 in his hand, and fired a string of bullets into the air.

The sudden gunshots made the crowd in the street below fall into a moment of silence, and almost everyone nearby focused their attention on the second floor of the tube building.

Before Fessino could react what happened, he was pushed down and fell heavily to the ground.

Then the gun also fell into his hand.

"Brothers, this Gaul shot at us just now! They paid us to go to the streets to kill us!"

Yannick took the opportunity to shout outside, in Sango.

Of course Han Feng asked him to do this.

In fact, the situation has developed to the present. At the beginning, the thousands of workers and farmers who asked the government to maintain the purchase of timber and coffee have long since lost their voices. There is no idea what happened, so even if Vatuzela speaks, it will not fundamentally reverse the situation.

The anger of the people has been fanned, and although most of them don't even know what they are angry about, the anger under the herding effect will not dissipate quickly.

Therefore, the best way is to shift the target and direct the crux of the contradiction to Gaul.

In fact, Gaul used the same method to trigger this turmoil. Han Feng just treated him in his own way.

Fei Sinuo, who was thrown to the ground, was overwhelmed by the angry crowd before he got up...

Ten minutes later, a police car finally drove over slowly, and rescued Fei Sinuo, who had been exhaling too much and not taking in enough air, from the crowd.

Sitting in the car was Police Minister Seth, who was also beside Han Feng when he contacted Echo before, because he was really not sure which of his subordinates could be called absolutely reliable, so he finally decided to end the game himself.

Half an hour later, Han Feng finally saw Echo in the presidential palace, as well as the President-elect Vatuzela beside him, who was ready to deliver a national radio and television speech at this time.

"Mr. Han, thank you for your help to us today." Vatuzela spoke Chinese, and although he had a slight accent, he could fully understand it.

"Nothing, I hope you can bring prosperity and stability to a war-torn country like CAF."

After all, the other party was the head of state, and it was difficult for Han Feng to say too much. He had always put on Huaxia's skin and could only respond with vague diplomatic rhetoric.

Fortunately, Vatuzella is not in the mood for small talk now. He has asked his secretary to change the content of his speech and add the part where Gaul diplomats shoot at the people. Basically, it is equivalent to publicly declaring that they will break away from the other party's control.

Fesno is a nominal diplomat, CAF cannot try him, but Burrell is not, he has been thrown into the prison under the presidential palace to await trial, President Vatuzella is going to use this opportunity to improve himself in the southwest reputation among the people.

Gaul has been suffering for a long time in the southern region, and CAF is even worse. This country has suffered a lot since its independence. From the cannibal emperor Bokassa to the former Qi Boze, the puppets supported by every Gaul state can be said to be devoid of conscience. , and Vatuzela is almost the only hope right now.

Of course, the premise is that they can beat the Seleka League.

Together with Echo, Han Feng listened to Vatuzella's inauguration speech on the spot. In fact, after he was determined to tear up his face, the content of the speech already had a taste of "A Call for Thieves".

The people of Bunge may not know what role Gaul played in the past, but every name of the tyrant mentioned by Vatuzela almost made their anger boil, and almost every one of them had relatives or relatives. Friends die at the hands of these men's hawks.

And on this night, Watuzella claimed that he would lead everyone to revenge.

"How is your military preparation going?" Han Feng looked at Vatuzella, who was excited and surging on the relay station in the distance, and turned his head slightly to ask the echo around him.

The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons. No matter how exciting the president's speech is, after all, it depends on guns to win.

"It's terrible." Echo shook his head: "Bungie's current army is almost a sieve. Once the war starts, there is a high probability that they will directly defect. The 1.5 or so Gaul troops stationed at the international airport are also troublesome. A new army of [-] people has just been recruited. , I barely have airs, but even the gun is waiting for you to provide..."

"Speaking of which, how is Mr. President going to pay?" Although Han Feng didn't mind contributing to the independence and development of CAF, he wanted to make money after all.The financial situation on Bunge's side is already in jeopardy, and Vatuzella promised to buy agricultural products at the usual price a few minutes ago, and it doesn't feel like he can pay easily.

"CAF is so poor that it's almost like pants. Of course, there is no money." Echo shook his head: "So we pay you, this is part of the package agreement between us."

Han Feng didn't care who paid the money, as long as he didn't renege on the debt, but he was still a little curious: "Then you also got a lot of benefits from CAF, right?"

"Yes, and no." Echo got up and took Han Feng to a map of CAF, pointing to the northernmost places: "These are the ones, a diamond mine, a gold mine, and two iron mines And an oil field in the far north, with 15-year exploitation rights."

"Fuck, what a white wolf with nothing to play with." Han Feng looked at the map in front of him, and was shocked that the honest-looking Vatuzela just now was so cheeky—the three mines are not in the state right now. Under the control of Kyrgyzstan, in other words, if you want to mine it, you have to beat it down first.

(End of this chapter)