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Yuri raised his hands above his head, gesturing in an artistic soul-shooting posture: "The opposition everywhere likes Soviet-made weapons. They are cheap, adaptable, easy to operate, and accurate. It doesn't matter to them. Especially black uncles."

Ronan thought that back in Chula Vista, the black uncles of the Carter Gang relied on Meng to shoot, but if there were too many people and strong firepower, it would be scary.

He asked these for a purpose: "Yuri, you are often active in the Middle East and North Africa, helping to inquire about individuals..."

"No, no!" Yuri directly interrupted Ronan's words, and refused without hesitation: "I am an arms dealer, specializing in arms sales, and I am not professional in other things!"

Ronan said directly: "I can pay."

Yuri flatly refused: "I am an arms dealer with professional ethics. I only sell arms, do nothing else, and don't participate in anything else!"

Ronan nodded and didn't say any more: "I took the liberty."

Yuri waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, you can come to me if you need any ammunition!"

Ronan thought of the hidden map of "The Key of Solomon" obtained from Professor Modi, and he would definitely come to the Middle East in the future, and said, "I will contact you again if necessary."

After chatting for a few words, Yuri's men loaded the car, Ronan went to inspect the goods, said hello to Yuri, and left the warehouse to find a secluded place as before, and stuffed all the weapons and equipment into the ring space.

From guns to rocket launchers to individual missiles, there is plenty of heavy firepower!

Ronan instantly gained confidence.

In a good mood, I drove to Casablanca, which was closer, took out the minced meat from my pocket, and threw it to the raven in the cage.

Ronan could somewhat see that the raven had changed after spending so much soul-cooking demonized barbecue this day.

The body seems to be a little bigger, the black beak has a metallic luster, the dark eyes are as curious as a child, and the feathers are as smooth as obsidian.

Ronan glanced at it. This broken bird can't support automatic rifle fire, so the front is not very useful.

And unable to communicate, it's like a bird body bomb!

Driving into Casablanca, Ronan asked the local taxi driver, and he was sure there was a Continental Hotel here, so he quickly found the place by car.

Show the killer badge to enter the hotel, find a place to sit in the rest area,

The electronic screen on the wall is scrolling the list of rewards.

Ronan waited for a while, and saw the giant crocodile's bounty released in Los Angeles a few days ago, which marked that there was no news for the time being.

I went to the front desk to ask again, but there was indeed no news.

The white turban at the front desk said: "The hotel has an intelligence and news room. You can pay a fee and you can read all kinds of relevant information about North Africa recently. Maybe you can analyze the news you want from it."

Ronan asked, "How much?"

The white turban said, "Ten thousand dollars."

Ronan took out the cash and handed it to the white turban. Someone came and took Ronan into the intelligence room. The walls of the room were posted with various latest news in the most primitive way.

In another room next to it, people would come out from time to time and continue to post the latest news on the wall.

Ronan took a quick look, the information included all walks of life, such as the guerrillas in Algeria, a sneak attack on a warehouse of the government army of the country, a serial murder in the capital of Morocco, the recruitment of mercenaries by an organization in Ethiopia, an art thief in Egypt, etc. .

There are a lot of news, and it is not easy to analyze what you need from it.

Ronan watched for a while, and suddenly heard a dog barking, and saw a black woman in a tight leather jacket coming in from the other side, followed by two German shepherds.

The staff of the Continental Hotel in the room immediately lowered their heads: "Manager!"

The black woman nodded and tore off the latest news.

The door on Ronan's side opened from the outside, and three men in combat uniforms, armbands and the emblem of the Continental Hotel entered.

The leader among them was a strong man with arms as thick as a black woman's waist.

Ronan saw the man's armband, a black bear paw!

He has seen this kind of armband more than once, the logo of the Blackwater Company mercenaries.

Ronan had several encounters with Blackwater. On the Mexican border, the tactical team hired by the CIA came from Blackwater.

A few months ago, he also cooperated with bank robbers to rob a batch of gold stored in Citibank by Blackwater Company.

Now, the gold bricks with bear paw prints are still lying in the emblem space.

Ronan turned his back to them, looked at the note on the wall with the message, and pricked up his ears, listening to the voice behind him.

As soon as the mercenary man saw the black woman, he strode over: "Sophia, we meet again."

The black female handed the paper to the man: "This is the news you want, Jacob, we owe you nothing!"

The mercenary named Jacob said, "I paid for it."

The black woman changed the subject: "You are not staying in Baghdad, what are you doing here?"

Jacob's voice was very low: "The company has accepted a big job, let us escort something to Mexico."

The black woman sneered: "The property you looted in the Middle East?"

"You can't frame a good person, Sophia!" Jacob retorted: "When did we rob things? They were all seized after killing terrorists."

But the black woman greeted the dog and left with the two German shepherds.

Jacob looked at the note in his hand and said, "Let's go, there are still a lot of things to deal with."

Ronan didn't hear anything useful, so he continued to read the message note. In the middle of the afternoon, he left the Continental Hotel, checked in the Raven, went to the airport to get the boarding pass, and took the flight back to Los Angeles that night.

…………

Late night, Casablanca private pier.

A cargo ship from Egypt slowly sailed into the bay area and approached the pier.

The red light at the height of the gantry crane flashes three times and goes out three times, sending out an agreed signal.

The lights on the top of the cargo ship were also on and off.

As soon as Jacob waved his hand, a container freighter drove over, and someone immediately operated the gantry crane to unload the container.

The sound of mechanical operation sounded, and the container was obviously very heavy.

Jacob picked up the walkie-talkie: "Equipment shipment."

Immediately there was a reply over there: "Got it!"

"Head!" A bearded man next to him asked, "How much will each of us get when we ship these back?"

Jacob glanced at him: "Senna, don't think about money all day long, and think more about how to complete this mission smoothly! With the speed of this freighter, let's say that we have to float on the sea for ten days at least! If something happens in the middle It's a bit of a surprise, even if Eric Prinz will let us go, some generals in the Pentagon will take us!"

He reminded his subordinates: "Don't forget, there are their things inside!"

Senna distinguished: "I have no money, I can only think about money all day long! Boss, we raised our heads as mercenaries, slaughtered so many Middle Eastern terrorists, and even ransacked their lairs, isn't it just to get rich?"

Another subordinate echoed: "The bowl of rice for mercenaries may not be enough to eat at any time. Now I don't want to find a way to make money. What should I do in the future?"

"Don't worry." Jacob comforted his cronies, pointing to the container: "There must be a copy for you!"

He looked at the freighter in the distance: "This time the company took over the task by the way, the reward is good, escort to the place, each person in the team is at least [-] US dollars!"

Upon hearing this number, Senna couldn't help whistling: "Good job!"

When the rest of the team heard the amount of money, they all beamed with joy.

Jacob saw that the timing was right, and said softly: "This money is not easy to get, cheer me up when I get on the boat!"

One of his subordinates was used to running rampant in Baghdad, and he was full of confidence: "Once our black water flag is hoisted, who would dare to mess around?"

Laughter sounded again.

Jacob looked at the group of subordinates who were extremely arrogant and indulgent in Baghdad, and reminded: "I am not afraid to tell you that there are many people who dare to touch black water! Two months ago, a group of gold that we stored in Citibank in Los Angeles was caught by a group of people. Robbers stole it!"

"Who else dares to snatch our black water? I don't want to live anymore!"

"Find them out! Mortar his back!"

"Chain them up and train them like dogs!"

This group of people took out the methods they used in Baghdad.

Jacob raised his hand, and the mercenaries shut up immediately. He said, "Whoever makes trouble this time, I'll put 120 mortar shells in his back mouth! Then hand it over to the Pentagon!"

Some things are not suitable to say.

Some of the goods in this container belonged to General Hawke, the former Iraqi frontline special operations commander.

I heard that recently recruited talents from all over the world and set up a special affairs processing bureau with great power.

Mess with such a person, life is hard.

Senna asked at this time: "Head, what cargo is on that ship? Let our team escort it? And go to a small port in the Caribbean to unload?"

Jacob said: "I'm not very clear about the specifics. It is said that a company that studies genetic engineering hired a group of bounty hunters to find something special in the Nile River and send it back to the United States for research."

He said to everyone in the team: "Don't get close to the cargo of the Gene Company after boarding the ship. The people of the Gene Company are responsible for the storage of the cargo! Our task is to protect the goods and personnel! In addition, get ready to fight immediately when you are on the high seas. All bounty hunters have big mouths, drink some wine and tell others about the color of their wife's underwear, the employer doesn't want them to speak again, understand?"

The team said in unison: "Understood!"

The cargo ship gradually approached, and the laughter and bragging of the bounty hunters could be heard from a long distance away.

Compared with mercenaries who are basically soldiers, the overall quality of bounty hunters is undoubtedly much lower.

The cargo ship stopped at the berth, and Jacob immediately led the team on board to contact the person in charge of the genetic engineering company.

Then, the goods of Heishui Company were hoisted onto the ship by the gantry.

Many bounty hunters looked at the heavy container and discussed in private.

What are the mercenaries of the Blackwater Company protecting?

…………

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

A black Cadillac passed through the gate of the villa repaired by green plants, entered the peripheral single-family house area, turned into a two-way lane, and drove to the hillside area at the end.

The white garage door lifted and the car drove straight in.

The photography artist Duke, who went out to collect pictures, officially returned and brought back a lot of photography works.

Ronan took out the cage, released the raven, and threw the meat to it: "Remember this, there will be no meat to eat after the flying is lost."

The raven flew twice around the house and out the open window.

The intermediary company had already set up a darkroom according to Ronan's previous request. Like a real photographer, Ronan took out a few films of sea scenery and went to the darkroom to develop the photos.

When developing photos, I always feel that there is something missing in the photos.

The cinematographic mastery and art-house creations of Kraven and his crew soon tell Ronan that what's missing is a heroine!

Ronan finished developing the photos, came out of the darkroom, and couldn't help but patted his head. These abilities must be used in serious creations!

"what--"

The raven's cry sounded, and the bird bomb was back.

Ronan was about to go out: "Look at home!"

Leaving Beverly Hills, came to Burbank, and entered the Hunter Bar by the edge of the tree-lined park.

It was getting dark now, and there were a lot of people in the bar. Ronan went directly to the front of the bar and said to the yellow-haired bartender, "Whisky?"

The yellow-haired bartender came over with a dark face: "My name is Tequila."

Ronan patted his forehead: "Look at my memory! I'm very sorry, I usually only remember girls' names, and they're still pretty girls."

A wine girl came over and winked at Ronan: "Aren't I pretty? You haven't called me all this time."

Ronan is now a lecherous artist and photographer Duke, took out a 20 bill and stuffed it into the waistband of the liquor girl: "There are too many girls who like me, you have to wait a few days, honey, have Patience in line."

With a $20 tip, the liquor girl blew a kiss to Ronan and walked off with her ass twisted.

Ronan pointed to the blackboard on the wall: "Is there a reply to the task I sent?"

The yellow-haired bartender shook his head: "Not yet."

Ronan shrugged: "Remember to let me know if you have any news."

After leaving the Hunter's Bar, he got in the car and called Jess, who hung up right away.

After waiting for a while, a call came back from there. As soon as Ronan connected, he heard Jess say anxiously: "I'm sorry, I didn't answer on purpose. I was signing a contract with a client just now."

Ronan said: "It doesn't matter." He asked: "Signed? Has anyone confirmed the investment?"

Jess said roughly: "The company's publicity, plans, scripts, and leading actors, etc., helped me convince the head of an overseas foundation that he decided to invest 500 million US dollars in undercover agents."

"That's right, the cost has been recovered and there is a profit." Ronan thought of the raven at home, so he couldn't just encourage him, but also give him some encouragement at the right time: "Keep up, keep working hard."