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You Rui heard the voice familiar, and thought of the phone call yesterday, and he knew it in his mind.

Seeing that the hall was safe, he hurried over to check Sergey's situation, bandaged the wound briefly, and helped him up.

Ronan came to the head of the mercenary and stepped on his left and right hands with his big feet. The head of the mercenary woke up from a coma screaming and found that his hands didn't seem to be his own, and he couldn't control them at all.

Seeing Yu Rui following up, Ronan dragged his legs out, and threw him out of the hotel into the back seat of the off-road vehicle, pointing to the driver's seat: "Drive."

Yuri went up to drive, and Sergey climbed into the co-pilot.

The off-road vehicle quickly moved away.

After leaving the city, Yuri tentatively asked, "Old man, is that you?"

Ronan said, "It's me."

Yuri was really relieved: "You saved my life."

Ronan said deliberately: "Because of your professional ethics, Sharp died."

Hearing this, Yuri's back was sweating. If he leaked the list of clients to the CIA, he would definitely die!

Then there was luck, luck, luck.

"Find a quieter place," Ronan said.

There was a forest in front, and Yuri drove the car directly, and deliberately went around behind a hill.

Ronan dragged the screaming mercenary leader out of the car, took off his hood and threw it on the ground.

A white male in his 30s.

From his tactical vest, he found a roll of bandages and threw it to Yuri: "Go far away."

Yuri and Sergey walked away obediently, and went directly several hundred meters away.

Ronan asked: "Has Blackwater Company undertaken the business in Libya?"

Regardless of whether the other party answered or not, he stepped on the already shattered and fractured palm.

The white man let out a terrible howl, and waited for Ronan to take his foot away, panting for a while before saying: "We accept employment and do things with money."

Ronan asked: "Is there anyone else from the CIA locally? Do you have a base?"

The white man said: "The CIA just came with two agents. They are planning to support the Libyan opposition. We...are hired by them from the Middle East."

Ronan asked again: "I heard that in your base near Baghdad, a treasure house was built to store the property collected in various places in the Middle East?"

The white man looked at Ronan in shock: "You... how do you know?"

On the Blackwater Company side, only people at the captain level know the exact news.

Ronan kept him because he wanted to ask this question: "Have you collected any good things recently?"

The white man suddenly remembered something: "You want to rob Blackwater Company's property?"

Ronan said calmly: "Isn't it reasonable for you to rob Middle Easterners, and I rob you?" He raised his foot again: "Speak."

"No, most of the treasury is empty." The white man said honestly: "The Blackwater company helped General Hawke of the United States escort a batch of goods, but it was lost, and Blackwater can only pay for it!"

Ronan immediately remembered the time in Mexico: "That's all?"

The white man said: "This compensation has caused the financial situation of Blackwater to deteriorate sharply. The company has contracted outsourced anti-terrorism missions from the Pentagon. In the name of anti-terrorism, it is searching for valuables everywhere to make up for the company's deficit. This operation may continue. By early next year, there should be something to gain."

Ronan nodded: "That is to say, there will be a lot of goods in Baghdad's treasure house at the beginning of next year?"

The white man knew that he was going to die, and he thought about sending this man to the headquarters of the Blackwater Company in the Middle East, where his colleagues would avenge him!

"Yes!" With this kind of thinking, there is no need to lie: "Blackwater generally transports them back to North America after the operation is over."

Ronan couldn't help thinking about this point in time, and then asked, "Have you heard of Arabian ghouls?"

The person said: "I heard it mentioned, but I haven't seen it. A colleague said that a group of Russians infiltrated into Iraq from the Kurdish region, looking for traces of ghouls. It seems... It seems that the Secret Service also mentioned ghouls ghost."

Ronan asked a few more questions, but couldn't find anything useful.

How did ghouls become popular all of a sudden?The only explanation is the news he got from Chita that soldiers need to use ghoul powder to strengthen their potions.

Ordinary ghouls are useless to Ronan, what he wants is the king of ghouls.

A few hundred meters away, Yuri finished bandaging Sergey and reminded: "You can't say a word about this person!"

Sergey grinned in pain: "I know! He saved us, he's incredibly strong!"

Yuri is not only worried about being strong, but also, how does he know about his relationship with Sharp?No one was around at the time.

"You can't sell customers!" Yuri kept reminding himself in his heart, and constantly strengthened his psychological construction: "I only sell arms, only earn the difference, and don't care about anything else!"

As for the CIA, I can only find a way to hide, and besides, this is Africa, not America.

A voice over there shouted, "Is it over?"

Yuri responded: "Okay!"

"go!"

Back at the car, the head of the mercenary leader turned unnaturally to one side, and he was already dead.

Yuri is very clear that the enmity with the CIA and the Blackwater Company has been forged, and according to the rules of the Americans, he can only stand against them in the future.

Ronan got into the car: "Go to your place of residence, this time there is big business."

You Rui got on the driving seat consciously: "Let's go to Sudan in the south, where I have an arsenal."

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Chapter 190 Raven fighting hyena and hunting werewolves (5000)

Sudan, another African country in war.

Therefore, arms dealers are always very popular here. When Ronan and Yuri drove to a large tribe, they were treated like chiefs.

According to Yuri, he transported weapons in time and sold them to the big tribe, allowing the big tribe to gain an overwhelming advantage with advanced weapons in the battle with another tribe.

When they came to the arsenal built in the town of the big tribe, Yuri asked the people guarding here to accompany Sergey to the hospital for treatment, and called his younger brother Vitaly, told what happened yesterday, and told him: "Recruit more Reliable manpower, you go yourself."

Ronan stood in the arsenal and saw a large number of black laborers working, dismantling the old and discarded AKs into parts and sending them to the nearby workshop, where someone assembled the usable parts into firearms.

Guns are piled up here like scrap iron.

"It's shocking, isn't it?" Yuri came over at this time: "Many Soviet-made weapons are not well preserved and lack funds to maintain them. There are also guns sold to Africans. They are scrapped very quickly. I take them back and reprocess them. , earn another sum of money.”

Ronan asked: "Is the accuracy and reliability of the firearms assembled in this way possible?"

Yuri laughed: "Give tribal warriors a good gun. They fire 200 bullets, but they can't kill a single enemy. After shooting, they throw it away and never maintain it. Give them a broken gun, and 200 bullets still can't kill a single enemy." People, the result is the same, the cost is lower, which one will the tribal leaders choose?"

Ronan had to admit: "It makes sense. Yuri, you are a talented person, an arms dealer with ideas."

Yuri said: "When I was the poorest, I only had 11 rubles on me. In this business, I can make a fortune and survive. The secret is to never join the war."

Ronan understood that this was for himself, and said, "I want your weapon, nothing else."

Yuri waved his hand: "All the weapons are free this time!" He led Ronan towards the back warehouse: "You can take whatever you want!"

Ronan was not polite to him: "A Humvee transport vehicle, Vulcan cannon, RPG29, AT4 recoilless gun, Javelin and Stinger missiles, large-caliber sniper rifle, and corresponding ammunition."

Yuri said, "No problem!"

Ronan picked up an AK74 and asked, "Do you have business in the Middle East?"

"Of course!" Yuri nodded: "The Middle East is a big market with particularly strong demand, and any qualified arms dealer will not ignore it!"

He not only has his own set of principles, but even forms a theory: "In the Middle East, five people have a gun on average. For a responsible arms dealer, the remaining four people must be able to protect themselves, so They need guns too!"

The moment he heard it, Ronan felt quite reasonable.

Yuri asked: "Old man, do you need anything in the Middle East?"

"A wheeled armed vehicle with an air defense system, it is best to have a vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft missile." Ronan is preparing for the inevitable trip to the Middle East in the future. The information and maps obtained from Modi have been stored in the bank vault: "It would be even better if we could get a gunship."

Yuri said: "The helicopter depends on where you are going. If it is Iraq or an area close to Israel, it is best not to use the aircraft indiscriminately. There is air defense identification there, and you will really be shot down."

He thought for a while: "I can think of a way to arm the vehicle. When do you want it?"

Ronan pondered for a while, and said, "Probably around the New Year, after you get it, temporarily put it in Iraq."

Speaking of this, Ronan took off the bag he was carrying and put it on the box in front of Yuri: "You can take the deposit yourself."

Today's weapons, Yuri said as a gift, so naturally he won't ask for money, but armed vehicles with air defense systems are expensive, and he is not alone in his business. He immediately opened the bag and took out a few stacks of dollars: "The rest will wait for you." Give me the car when you get it."

Once the vehicle is armored and equipped with weapons, the price will turn around and rise.

What Ronan wants is not the kind of pickup truck with a frame welded on it and a machine gun mounted on it.

Without air defense capabilities, cars are easy targets for armed helicopters in places like Iraq.

Ronan had interrogated him before, not to mention the US military, Blackwater has helicopters with rocket pods.

When I go to the Middle East, it will not be like being in a big American city.

The firepower comparison is likely to be reversed.

After loading the weapon into the Humvee transport vehicle, Ronan asked for a map, and simply asked Yuri to determine the next route.

First drive to Dongola, a city along the Nile River, then take a plane to Cairo, and then take an international flight from Cairo back to North America.

Rejecting You Rui's request to stay, Ronan drove away from the town alone and headed east along the highway.

When we came to the tribal border, the road turned into a dirt road, and it was very difficult to walk with potholes.

After approaching the Nile area, the wasteland on both sides of the road turned into a grassland.

When the sky darkened, there were creepy howls from afar.

The Ronan car was parked under a big tree, and all the weapons and ammunition were stuffed into the badge space.

"Ah! Ah-"

The raven in the sky suddenly screamed, and Ronan used his mind's eye to switch to the perspective of the raven. Looking down from a height, a group of spotted hyenas were gnawing in the distance, and the target seemed to be a human being.

Ronan picked up the AK on the co-pilot, aimed at the sky over there, and fired a burst.

The distance is too far, the gun can't reach it.

There was no way, Ronan spread his legs and ran over there, running faster than a cheetah among the bushes in the grassland!

In the distance, after a smirk-like cry, a group of spotted hyenas fled in embarrassment.

Ronan ignored them and went to look at the people first. In a hollow, there was a figure lying on the edge of the bushes, and the surrounding was stained with blood.

The bitten flesh behind him was bloody, and the intestines were dragged out.

This is a white man in his 30s, with a large outdoor backpack on his back, a satellite phone in one hand, and a hunting knife in the other.

The person is dead, most of the buttocks have been bitten off, and the abdomen is almost completely hollowed out.

Nearby, there was also a dead hyena.

Ronan shook his head. Naturally, death cannot be saved, so he checked it a little bit.

In the bag, find the mobile phone, ID, documents and notes.

This person is Bill Barnion, from New York, an animal protection scholar, dedicated to the research and protection of spotted hyenas.

He was chasing a herd of hyenas, nicknamed the Queen, to study their life and reproduction, the notes showed.

There is also a diary, which basically writes about the thoughts of my sister Susie.

It's like a sister-in-law madman.

Look at the body again.

Not surprisingly, Bill was attacked by the hyenas he studied.

The hyena also used a special trick on him - digging!

There were rustling sounds all around.

Ronan stuffed the things he found into the badge space, stood up and looked around, and a dozen spotted hyenas appeared one after another.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want to give up the prey, or maybe he regards Ronan as the prey.

Among them, the female hyena let out an ugly cry, and the nearest hyena rushed towards Ronan.