Chapter 755: There Are Many Turtles in Shallow Water! (First Update!)

In Baghdad, Iraq, Carlson hid in a high-walled courtyard, looking at the text popping up on the screen of his mobile phone. For a moment, he couldn't find the words to describe the person who sent the message to him.

He really wanted to ask the other party, "What about your basic moral integrity?"

But after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly found that he had no position to ask this question. After all, he was just an arms dealer.

But arms dealers are arms dealers. Arms dealers also have to talk about human rights. Arms dealers also hope to cooperate with stable partners and don't like to cooperate with those partners who will have problems every other day.

Because that kind of person means instability. Unstable people are likely to rob and kill themselves with one shot after the equipment is delivered.

His thumb hovered on the keyboard of the mobile phone for a long time. After organizing his inner words, Carlson sent a message to the other party.

[I am an arms dealer. I only recognize money. However, I can give you a little discount. I will give you a 10% discount on the price we contacted before. Of course, there is no free lunch in the world, and the discounted things will naturally not be much better. 】

【They are all old equipment, but I can guarantee that they are new guns. As long as you agree, we can agree on a place and then deliver them. 】

Soon after the message was sent, the person on the other side replied.

【Thank you, Mr. Carlson. If one day, our Kurdistan is officially established, I will invite Mr. Carlson to be our guest of honor! 】

Looking at the sincere text, Carlson smiled, answered with an OK, put down the phone, picked up the red wine on the table, drank it slowly, and couldn't help shaking his head.

These Kurds, in order to restore the glory of their ancestors, really dare to make up anything.

As a Kurd in Iran, he was also supported by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard. He did not think about supporting the Revolutionary Guard, let alone supporting Iran. Instead, he wanted to take advantage of Iran's time in Syria to do more things.

I don't know whether to say that the restorationists among the Kurds have rusty brains or they have no brains.

The re-emergence of a strong country with an integrated nation in the eastern part of the Anatolian Plateau is not in the interests of Russia, Turkey, Europe, America, Persians, and Arabs.

To put it bluntly, it is not in the interests of the whole world.

But it is okay. The more resolute the attitude of these Kurdish restorationists is, the more chaotic the borders of these four countries will be.

And more Kurds who originally supported these four countries will join the war and fight with these restorationists and four countries.

As an arms dealer, only when people from these four countries fight can it be profitable and make more money.

Great!

So good!

So cute!

I can sell them more weapons at that time!

After drinking a glass of red wine, Carlson took out the mobile phone that had a single line of communication with Hanks, edited the chat content between Duke and him, and sent it over.

At the same time, he urged his immediate boss to send the goods quickly. People need them urgently, so he has to hand over the goods quickly and get the money back.

In Qatar, Hanks received a message from his arms dealer, and took out another mobile phone to check the cargo message sent by Lin Yu.

He found that the batch of goods was still on the way, and it would take about 10 days to arrive in Iraq. As a general, he knew that speed was the essence of war.

The more equipment, the better, and the sooner it arrives at the scene, the better.

After playing with his mobile phone, he finally decided to ask Dana for help, because if he remembered correctly, Dana had an arms dealer, who was mainly active in North Africa and the Middle East.

That guy seemed to have equipment in his hands, so he would first transport a batch from him to support him.

After making up his mind, the message was sent to Dana, and soon, a private contact number of Nicholas appeared in Hanks' mobile phone.

After reading the contact information carefully, Hanks did not hesitate for half a second and started to contact Nicholas directly according to the specific contact information.

Aleppo is the capital of Aleppo Province in northern Syria. It only takes 120 kilometers to the west to enter the Mediterranean. It is the largest city in Syria.

The warm and humid air currents from the Mediterranean Sea hit the tail of the southeastern Taurus Mountains in the west of Aleppo, and most of the rain fell on the Turkish side, leaving only a small part that crossed the mountains and fell to the east, to Aleppo.

These rains that crossed the mountains and mountains gathered together and created this city.

This is a big city. Turkey has coveted this city for a long time. For many years after the founding of the country, Turkey has never given up its infiltration into this city.

After spending several months to drive the Kurds who were causing trouble in eastern Turkey out of the border, Turkey increased its infiltration into Aleppo.

Of course, in addition to Turkey, there are others who have been coveting this place.

These others are naturally America, as well as France and England in Europe.

As France, which once administered Syria, they have never given up control of Syria, because this place is in the Mediterranean, very close to France, and it also produces oil and food.

If these are controlled, France can continue to rest easy, use cheap oil, eat cheap food, and enjoy better welfare.

As for the reason why England got involved, it was very simple and direct.

I don’t want to see France live well.

Jealous.

In addition to state-level forces, there are also some terrorist organizations here, such as Al Qaeda, which carried out the 9/11 attack on America in 2001, and also operates here.

Of course, as terrorists, Al Qaeda treats any other force equally.

No matter who it is, as long as it does not benefit oneself, he will do it if he sees it, and he will make money if he does it.

In addition to the Al Qaeda organization, there are also some small opposition organizations. The source of these opposition forces may be a village, a town, or a collection of people in a community who cannot stand others.

There are many tortoises in the shallow water, and there are big brothers everywhere. If there are too many big brothers, the demand for weapons will be great. When the demand for weapons is great, the arms dealers will refresh very frequently.

Southwest of Aleppo, a small town about 15 kilometers from the center of Aleppo.

In the mosque of the town, Nicholas was dressed as an Arab, holding fermented grape juice in his hand, and leisurely poured the fermented grape juice to the imam next to him.

The fermented grape juice was filled into the wine glass. The kind-hearted Imam picked up the wine glass, shook it, and slowly poured the fermented grape juice into his mouth.

Putting down the wine glass, the Imam's old eyes stared at Nicholas unblinkingly:

"Mr. Ragusto, as a long-term partner, I have always felt that when purchasing things as a repeat customer, you, as a merchant, should give us some discounts."

"For example, give more bullets, give experience products, give good things."

While he was talking, his eyes were constantly looking at Nicholas, trying to see something from this American dressed in Arab attire.

But he was destined to be disappointed, because the person opposite was a bitch.

Nicholas did not respond directly to the words of the person in front of him, but drank fermented grape juice leisurely. After drinking one glass, he drank another glass.

After drinking two glasses of fermented grape juice, he finally spoke:

"Mr. Sadler, I think you, as a learned imam, should not appear on the battlefield. You should be in the mosque, reading your scriptures, and then educating your students. Likewise, you are not suitable to appear at the negotiation table. superior."

"Because you are not a qualified leader or a qualified businessman."

"As a leader, you are unwilling to invest in weapons and equipment. You actually want your students and followers to fight with those crappy things."

"You're killing your students, you're killing your followers."

"As a businessman, you are not doing business, and you cannot come up with a suitable exchange. Do you think I should give you a discount?"

"As an arms dealer, I need benefits. In addition to you, the militants operating in Aleppo include Al Qaeda, the Kurds, and anti-government organizations supported by other countries."

"I think they are more suitable than you, what do you think?"

The tone of his words became more and more serious, and a hint of disdain slowly appeared on his bearded face to match his words.

Just when he finished speaking and was ready to wait for the other party's reply.

The cell phone in my arms rang. I took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.

And it was an unknown number that contacted him according to secret contact information.

After hesitating for a moment, Nicholas apologized to the person in front of him, grabbed his cell phone and walked out of the auditorium, found a remote corner, glanced above his head first to make sure there was no one hiding above him, then leaned towards the corner with his back to the wall, and then a pair of crazy eyes Scan your surroundings while answering your phone.

Before he could speak, Hanks' voice came from the other side:

"Contact a batch of AK47s and ammunition worth about 5 million U.S. dollars to be delivered near Deir ez-Zor. Someone will contact you at the specific address then. You have to prepare your things first."

"Hang up!"

The commanding tone made Nicholas very unhappy, but he could only feel unhappy because he had heard that voice before.

Hanks, the commander of America's Central War Zone, and the undisputed Turkish Emperor in the Middle East, Nicholas knew very well.

If he offends other people, everything will be easy, but if he offends this guy, he will really call America's Delta Force out.

Sighing helplessly, Nicholas walked back to the auditorium holding the phone and sat back in front of Sadler.

He let out a long sigh in front of the other person, then helplessly picked up the red wine glass in front of him, and drank three glasses of wine in one sip. Nicholas stood up again and bowed deeply to the person in front of him:

"Mr. Sadler, I'm sorry, I can't give you the equipment I just talked about with you."

"A high-ranking boss just called me and told me to give that batch of equipment to him, and he wanted to give that batch of equipment to other people."

"If I don't give it to him, he'll kill me."

"As for who the big boss is, I think you've heard of it, Commander of America's Central War Zone, Hanks McCain."

After finishing speaking, Nicholas bowed deeply again, bent down to pick up the mobile phone placed on the carpet, and then walked out without looking back.

He walked quickly, but his eyes kept staring behind him. Finally, just as he was about to step out of the auditorium, Sadler, who was sitting on the carpet, spoke and called him:

"Mr. Nicholas, I think our cooperation can continue."

"I have also heard the name of General Hanks McCain. He must have equipment in hand, and he is definitely not in a hurry to get equipment."

"Give me a portion of the price you said. I really need this batch of equipment now."

Nicholas stopped at the door, without looking back or speaking, but drooping his shoulders, as if he was hesitating.

After more than a minute, his drooping shoulders stood up again. He slowly turned his head and looked at the person sitting on the carpet. He shook his head, nodded, and responded with gritted teeth:

"Okay, I'll give it to you, but the delivery time will be a little later by two days, because I need to allocate equipment and ensure the supply on both sides."

"I hope you can understand!"

"I understand!" Sadler got up from the carpet, slowly came behind Nicholas, raised his palm, and slapped Nicholas for an oath.

The two sides agreed on the details, and Sadler stood at the door of the mosque, watching his friend go away.

When the other person's back got on the car and disappeared in the distance, Sadler lifted his robe and took out an old mobile phone from his robe.

He began to dial the numbers on the phone that were not marked with names.

"Annas, I want to ask, have you seen an arms dealer named Lagustus recently?"

"Have you seen him?"

"It's nothing serious. He was here just now, and then I got a message from him, that is, Hanks, the commander of the Central Theater of America, seems to be ready to support one of us."

"Don't you know? Forget it, I'll ask others."

After hanging up the phone, Sadler did not ask others as he said on the phone, but called his followers to send the message directly.

Less than half an hour after he sent the message, the entire armed organization in Aleppo knew a message, that is, the commander of the Central Theater of America was ready to support an organization among them.

The news spread more and more weird, but in just half a day, when the news came back to Nicholas' ears, the news had changed.

[The Central Theater of America has decided to land in Turkey and then go straight to Aleppo, while advancing in the direction of Baghdad, Iraq, and going up along the Euphrates River to seize the northeastern region of Syria.

If there is any armed force willing to help them lead the way, then they will hand over the land to whoever they conquer. 】

He read the news over and over again, and even called Hanks to confirm it in person, and finally confirmed that it was a fake news.

Upon learning that it was a fake news, Nicholas smiled meaningfully.

Since it was fake news, why not add something to it and make it half true and half false?