This Hogwarts is not normal

There are troops stationed in the city of Mosul, and there are not many armed forces active nearby.

It took Eric and the others less than a week to clear the stronghold in the Hunter file.

Since Melvin's injury, everyone on the team has been extra careful.

There are a lot of weapons and ammunition collected, and there are also a lot of hostages rescued.

They can't help much, they can only arrange to go to Mosul city as much as possible.

On five off-road vehicles heading south, Eric hung up the phone with a troubled face.

"Guys, big business."

Co-pilot Melvin's arm has healed, "Captain, is the background difficult or the region?"

"All."

Hunter, who was driving, quickly grabbed the steering wheel, "Worse than terrorists?"

"They were responsible for the hotel bombing in Yemen last December and the World Trade Center bombing in February this year."

"Hiss—" Melvin pressed his shoulder, as if the wound was aching.

The only person in the world who has the guts to target America is Osama, who once served as the head of the CIA's office in Pakistan and was born in a family of wealthy businessmen in the construction industry.

Eric leaned back on the back seat and looked at the roof of the car, "The idiots from MI[-] are going to be a shit-stirring stick, just as we have a large number of 'black goods' to sell."

"The reward should be high, right?"

"The other party's quotation is three times the usual price, and the idiots are responsible for covering up our whereabouts."

Hunter said contemptuously: "Captain, their level is just like that. This is not a good job."

Movies are movies after all.

In reality, MI[-] is a piece of shit.

Intelligence work is all based on random fabrications, and it is always successfully infiltrated by spies from other countries.

If it hadn't been for the old Maozi who separated from the family the year before, it would have become the back garden of the KGB.

"So I'm struggling." Eric shook his head, sat up straight again,

"The buyer paid three times the price, it should be a big move in the near future.

Even if they don't trade with us, they will find other sellers. "

This transaction is equivalent to zero cost, and the money earned is green dollar bills.

"Let's discuss it with everyone."

High profits represent high risks.

Arms dealers are not easy to do, especially those who dare to do so in war-torn areas.

After the unanimous consent of the other 19 people, the big business was finally followed.

Eric made another condition to MI[-], that is, not to intervene in their transactions.

Even if it is to evacuate afterwards, no help is needed.

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Sunday morning,

Northeastern Africa, along the coast of the Red Sea, at the eastern end of the Sahara Desert.

Five off-road vehicles escorted a large truck full of "goods" into the territory of the Republic of Sudan.

Passage documents are not required, and border checkpoints are directly released.

The delivery location is not far away, just in the Sudanese grasslands along the Congo River.

Osama arrived very punctually, almost at the same time.

He wore a turban, a bushy beard and a bulletproof vest over his white robe.

As soon as Eric got out of the car, more than a dozen of his men raised their guns.

"Calm down, they're not old Americans." Osama seemed to be using English on purpose.

This is the end of the shaming, because the opposite is not simple.

He had been trained by the CIA, so of course he could tell the truth at a glance.

"The goods are all inside." Eric drew out his pistol and pointed at the truck in the middle.

"There's not much time, you better hurry up."

Osama signaled the two men to go over and inspect the goods.

It is as small as Aka 47, as large as rpg.

Even if it is the first transaction, both parties are not worried about being hacked.

On one side is a rich second generation who has gone to college, and on the other side is a former member of the special forces with a bit of an official background.

"Happy cooperation." Osama signaled his subordinates to take out three large silver suitcases.

Eric nodded to the players behind him,

"It's a pleasant cooperation, we should leave too."

"Hopefully we can continue to work together."

"Yes." He shook Osama's hand and got into the buggy.

A total of 2000 million US dollars, 100 million more than the original.

There are not many sincere buyers these days, and I don't know that there are no opportunities for cooperation.

The truck was left behind with its cargo, and they made their way back to the Sahara Desert.

After finishing this big deal, I can take a break in the near future.

"Captain, there is a situation." The off-road vehicle at the front reported through the walkie-talkie.

"Andrew, what happened?"

"There's a man 300 feet directly in front of us."

Eric poked his head out of the car window and set up his binoculars to look over.

A smear of black under the blue sky and yellow sand.

Isn't it hot in summer?

Intuition told him that this person was not easy, "Stop the car and prepare to fight."

Less than fifty feet away, the man standing in the way remained motionless.

It seemed to be suffering from heat stroke, but he stood upright again.

Hunter opened the car door with a smile, "Is it possible that the buyer just now was cheating on others and intentionally placed a human bomb here?"

"Idiot!" Melvin opened the safety bolt of the pistol. "At least he has a degree. If he wants to do it, he will plant some landmines or something."

Eric looked serious, "Don't be careless, I always think this person is weird."

It was obviously aimed at them, and there was only one person.

He was pointed at by 20 guns, but the opponent still remained silent.

The four Andrews at the front stepped forward cautiously.

He was a little puzzled, because the closer he was to the other party, the lower the surrounding temperature seemed to be.

"Captain, you have feelings—" The walkie-talkie was knocked into the air.

Eric saw clearly, it was a bright red light.

wizard?

For them?

"Fire!"

Andrew, who fell to the ground, couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

That strange man in black actually blocked all the bullets.

"Ho ho ho—" The chilling sneer overwhelmed the dense gunshots.

"Get down!"

Eric's reminder was timely, and all the bullets blocked by the Iron Armor Curse poured back.

The other three at the front fell.

He was shot, and his life and death were uncertain.

Obvious hostility.

"Spread out and aim for the wand in his hand!"

The wizard on the opposite side moved.

The tip of his staff pointed towards the desert below, forming a solid wall.

Facing the unknown enemy, everyone will show fear.

"Whodareswins (the brave must win)!" Melvin hid beside the off-road vehicle door and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand.

The bullet tore apart the seemingly thick wall, but the figure of the wizard disappeared.

Eric pulled out the tactical dagger hanging on his chest while turning around.

Apparition's gas explosion sound is too obvious.

"呵啦——" half of a pale face was exposed from the parted black cloak.

As if unexpectedly, the wand that the wizard had just aimed at was held in his hand.

"Come for me?"

The answer is an incantation.

"Li loosen and vent—"

"Card--"

Eric snapped his wand before the spell could take effect.

Starting from the tip of the staff, the impact of fire spread outward.

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