Chapter 651: Cooperation at gunpoint

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Until this time, Wang Zheng and the others found that it was a large bookshelf blocking the door.

Through the infrared camera, after looking at the situation outside through the crack of the book, Wang Zheng knocked on Wang Gan's arm next to him, and pointed to the two gun-wielding soldiers standing at the door outside with two fingers in his right hand, and then flattened his right hand and wiped it on his throat, showing a wisp of ruthlessness and murderous intent on his face at the same time.

Wang Qian, who knew about it, took out the silencer and screwed the tip of the Beretta 92F pistol in his hand, and after a simple aim, he pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by two slight gunshots, Wang Zheng heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside. Although there is a thick carpet underground, it weakens the resulting movement. But Wang Zheng still couldn't help but be a little nervous. After not seeing anyone come in to check until the middle of the ring, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly beckoned Wang Qian and Dian Wei to move the bookshelf and walked out lightly.

When Wang Qian went to check on the two guards who had fallen to the ground, Wang Zheng took the opportunity to look around. The main thing is a luxuriously decorated study, with gorgeous carpets, crystal chandeliers, and exquisite oil paintings, which make everything seem so unreal. This is not a hotel palace, but a base hidden underground.

It can also be seen from this that the leaders of the jihadist groups live in luxury. It is always the ordinary people of the lower classes who will suffer the real suffering. No wonder Zhang Yanghao wanted to say: 'Xing, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer.' ’

"Boss, it's dead!"

Wang Zheng nodded, and recruited a few killers from the ghost sect, "Do you know each other here?"

"I've come in, and this is one of Ayman Laden's studies. However, we didn't expect the entrance to the tunnel to be hidden here. ”

Wang Zheng understood, "Then the outside is his bedroom?"

"Yes, but I don't know if he's staying here tonight!"

"Then it depends on our luck!" After the words fell, after Wang Zheng briefly assigned their respective tasks, everyone pushed open the door of the study and walked out cautiously.

"Bang Bang...!"

After two slight sounds, the guards in the living room were quickly killed by Wang Gan. The swift Dian Wei stepped forward to catch the two bodies that were about to fall, preventing them from making a noise and alarming the guards outside.

When I was in the study before, there was no way to block it with bookshelves, but now of course I have to be foolproof.

After a brief look at the living room, Wang Zheng waved his hand, and the two ghost killers instantly walked to the entrance of the room, and the other two walked to the bedroom door with Wang Gan.

Wang Zheng, who was the center of his sight, waved his right hand, and the two ghost killers at the door of the bedroom suddenly pushed the door open, and Wang Gan, who was covered with a face scarf, rushed in with lightning.

"Boss, got one!"

Listening to the voice coming from the communication terminal, Wang Zheng nodded. Took a human skin mask from the space bracelet and came out.

"I didn't expect to use it again now!"

This human skin mask from Ayamoto Qingyan has been reluctant to throw it away since he returned from South Korea last year, and now it is really used again.

After putting it on and letting Dian Wei see that there was no problem, Wang Zheng strode in. Under the infrared ray, on the big bed in the living room, sure enough, a middle-aged man with a naked upper body and a gray-white beard was pointed at by Wang Gan with an angry expression.

"Who are you?"

After Wang Zheng strode in, the man asked in proficient English.

"Is that him?"

After briefly looking at this person, Wang Zheng asked about the ghost killer next to him.

"Yes, master!"

"That's good!" nodded with satisfaction, "You two go out, cooperate with Ghost Eight and Ghost Seventeen, and guard the door." Don't let a fly fly in without my orders. ”

"Yes!"

After the two of them respectfully withdrew, the Yuan Ba in the back closed the door with a bang.

"Turn the lights on!"

Anyway, it's underground, and there are no windows, so you're not afraid of outsiders discovering anything when you close the door.

Dian Wei did as he said, and after the light was restored to the room, Wang Zheng walked to the sofa on the side of the bedroom and sat down. Then he waved his hand at Wang Qian.

"Let Mr. Laden put on his clothes!

"Yes! boss!"

"Mr. Laden, please!"

Wang Qian shook the muzzle of his gun.

Aiman Laden is also a hero, and after a brief period of panic, he quickly calmed down. Picked up the robe next to the bedside and put it on for himself, picked up the glasses on the bedside table and put them on, and then walked straight to the sofa opposite Wang Zheng and sat down.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Wang Zheng had a mask on his face, so he couldn't see his expression.

"Mr. Laden can be called Mr. Long!" Wang Zheng said in proficient English.

"Mr. Long, are you from Huaxia?"

Ayman Laden's slender eyes narrowed and he said calmly.

Wang Zheng was surprised by this person's alertness, but his words were still watertight, "Mr. Laden is well-read and strong, but not all overseas Chinese in this world are Chinese!"

Nodding his head, after a moment of silence, "Mr. Long broke in in the early hours of the morning, thinking that he didn't just want to chat with me here, right?"

"Of course!" Wang Zheng paused, reached out and took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

After taking a look, Ayman Laden's pupils shrank.

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple!" Wang Zheng smiled slightly, "I am an international arms dealer, and the jihadist organization happens to be the largest military organization in Afghanistan. You need weapons, and I happen to sell them, so I'm here to work with you!"

"Cooperation?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Ayman Laden's face.

"That's right!" Wang Zheng spread his hands, "although the process is not very friendly. But who told me not to know the top of your jihadist organization? Moreover, I don't like trouble very much, so I went straight to Mr. Laden so as not to waste time. … Although it is simple and crude, I hope that Mr. Laden will not mind. ”

Looking at the smiling young guy in front of him, Ayman Laden had the idea of shooting this bastard out at this time.

"Mr. Long, pointing a gun at the other party's head is not the hospitality that a collaborator should have!"

"Oh, I was negligent!"

Wang Zheng seemed to have just remembered, and waved his hand at Wang Qian. After the latter nodded, put away his gun and stepped aside, "I think this should be enough to show my sincerity." ”

Ayman Laden said indifferently: "Isn't Mr. Long afraid that I will shout and recruit the guards outside?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. But I am sure that with Mr. Laden in hand, they will send me out respectfully!" Wang Zheng said with a fearless smile.

Aiman Laden's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his momentum suddenly became amazing and extremely oppressive. People who can lead a country, tens of thousands of secret military forces, and confront the world's number one power for more than ten years are not ordinary after all. However, Wang Zheng is not the Wuxia Ameng of the past. To this day, he has seen countless bigwigs in the military, politics and economics, and has also cultivated his own courage and momentum.

Seeing that he couldn't make the other party give in the slightest, Ayman Laden's gaze gradually softened, and he slowly restrained his momentum.

"Since Mr. Long is here to talk about cooperation, let's talk about cooperation!"

"Okay!"

"Are you really able to provide all the weapons on this list?"

"80,000 assault rifles, 30,000,000 rounds of ammunition, 40,000 pistols, 5,000,000 rounds of pistol ammunition, 3,000 RPG rocket launchers, 50,000 rounds of rockets, 2,500 squad machine guns, 20,000,000 rounds of machine gun rounds, 1,200 heavy machine guns, 15,000,000 rounds of heavy machine gun rounds, 200,000 mines of various types, 100,000 tons of TNT explosives, 200 sniper rifles, 100,000 rounds of ammunition. Also, if you need artillery, tanks, gunships and missiles, we can provide them too!"

"If I want an American F22, can you provide it too?" said Ayman Laden sarcastically.

"We may not be able to F22, but if Mr. Laden needs F15, F16, or Rafale and Su-30, as long as the number does not exceed 20, we can bring it to you. … But I doubt that any of Mr. Laden's subordinates will be able to muster enough ground crews and pilots for these fighters to be effective!" Wang Zheng finally retorted.

Aiman Laden's eyes were cold. Before he could speak, Wang Zheng rushed ahead of him and continued: "Mr. Laden, let's continue to play a boring battle of wills here. Let's think about what kind of weapons your jihadist organization needs. I think that's more important to you!"

"Of course I know that. But our jihadist organization has its own arms suppliers, and we are all old friends who have cooperated for many years and can trust each other, so why do we need your arms?"

"It's very simple!" Wang Zheng smiled faintly, "Because the price of my arms can be two percent cheaper than theirs!"

Aiman Laden's pupils shrank, and naked interests are always the most touching things.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Of course, there is no basis for empty words, but after one cooperation, Mr. Ayman Laden understands that what he said is true!"

After a moment of silence, Ayman Laden picked up the list of weapons next to him.

"How much do you want if I want all the arms above?"

"$480 million!" After a pause, "I guess the price should be good enough!"

"$480 million!" Ilman Laden calculated in his mind. As a man who often deals with arms, he knows very well what the price of buying the same amount of arms from other people is. A simple comparison, a judgment is made.

"All new?"

"Of course not, if it's all new, I won't make much money at this price. However, I can guarantee that they are all 70% new!"

After a moment of thought, Ayman Laden nodded.

"If all of these arms are seventy percent new, and at the price you said, I'll want them all!"

"Rejoice! Mr. Laden is indeed a hero of the Islamic world!"

Ayman Laden, who was not impressed by Wang Zheng's praise, continued: "When will these arms arrive?"

"I need half a month. During this time, the Americans and the people of the Northern Alliance were relatively strict at the border, and it was very troublesome to transfer such a large amount of arms. ”

Ayman Laden nodded, if it weren't for the blockade by the Americans, the price of these arms would not have been so high at all.

"Now that the deal has been negotiated, it's time for us to have a drink and celebrate!"

The smiling Wang Zheng waved his hand, and the knowing Wang Qian quickly went out and brought two glasses from the restaurant and a bottle of red wine.

"Lafite in '86. It seems that Mr. Laden is also a man of good taste!"

After taking the wine bottle and looking at it, Wang Zheng smiled.

However, for his words, Ayman Laden only raised his eyelids, and the expression on his face did not change.

Wang Zheng didn't care either, if he was pointed at the head with a gun, even if he signed a business contract that was beneficial to his side, he might not be happy.

"Gollum...!"

After pouring half a glass of red wine, he handed it to the other party.

"Cheers!"

"Ding...!"

With the crisp sound of collision, the crimson liquor industry went down the throat.

After putting down the wine glass, Wang Zheng stood up.

"Alright, now that the deal is negotiated. Then I won't disturb Mr. Laden's dreams. Half a month later, we'll get in touch again!

"Wait a minute!" said Ayman Laden, with a grimace.

"Is Mr. Laden any more?"

Wang Zheng stopped and asked sideways.

"How did you find here?"

"Does Mr. Laden think I'll say it?" Wang Zheng smiled.

After staring at this hateful guy for half a ring, Ayman Laden shook his head, "I'll wait for your call in half a month." Now that you can find it, it won't be too difficult for you to get my contact information!"

"It's easy to talk to smart people!

Expressionlessly, he watched Wang Zheng and his subordinates rush out, and after half a ring, Ayman Laden suddenly remembered something, and his face changed greatly. Ran out of the bedroom, glanced past the guard who had fallen on the floor of the living room, and opened the door to the room without stopping. The gun-wielding guards stationed outside, seeing that it was him, instantly relaxed their originally nervous faces, and said respectfully: "Lord Holy Envoy!"

Seeing them, Ayman Laden's face became even more ugly.

"You come with me!"

After dropping these words, Ayman Laden turned quickly and hurriedly pushed open the door of the study. By the time he saw the apparently destroyed bookshelves, his face had turned pale.

Skillfully press the switch on the desk, and after the bookshelf retreats, he walks into the back passage. When he stepped through the collapsed cipher door and came to the empty treasure room, Ayman Laden's face had turned from blue to white, his breath was short, and his teeth were clucking, which could be described as angry.

"Damn bastard, don't let me run into you again!"

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"Ahh

"Boss, we have swept away his savings for many years, and this hatred is almost irresolvable. With this contradiction, will there be any business to do in the future?"

"Hehe, of course there is! But before that, I have to let him understand a truth first-'It's not a raptor, but it's not a river'!" patted Wang Gan's shoulder, and after watching the iron ox transport truck block the underground passage dug by the previous 'digging insect construction machinery' with stones, Wang Zheng, who had a rich extra harvest, nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go, go home!"

With his command, the iron ox transporter flew towards the eastern sky like a meteor that swept through the air.

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