The world spurns the arms dealers.

They are the embodiment of calamity, Pandora's box, and everywhere they go is filled with war and carnage.

But in the Middle East and Africa, there are many people who follow arms dealers because they need guns, bullets, bazookas, and grenades to maintain their rule.

The United States does not prohibit arms sales because they are the largest arms trafficker......

But again, if you don't apply for a permit, you're selling illegally, and if you get caught, you will not only be fined hefty, but you may also have to spend a few years in federal prison.

Yang Xun naturally did not have a sales permit and did not want to apply for it.

In the United States of America, if you sell arms in a legal capacity, not only will you be taking huge profits, but you will also be greatly restricted in the sale of weapons.

This has led to the creation of people like arms brokers.

They have black identities and no sales permits, but they have transportation channels to get guns, bullets, armored vehicles, tanks, and even fighter jets to those who need them, and reap huge rewards.

Such people are also inextricably linked to those in power, even representatives of certain families.

And Yang Xun will also become such a person.

……

Sitting in the first class cabin of the plane, Yang Xun leaned his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

His mind was in turmoil, with countless distractions running through his mind, and there was no way to calm himself down, and if he could, he even wanted to fill himself with a bottle of vogart.

And at the moment he is sitting on a flight to Iran......

Half an hour later, when the plane rises into the air, Yang Xun will officially become an international arms broker and will never look back.

"Is this the thrill?"

Feeling his heartbeat speeding up again, Yang Xun couldn't help but whisper.

As for the Blackwater trio...... Instead of walking with their boss, they went their separate ways, as if they didn't know each other, even though they were on the same flight.

This is naturally Yang Xun hiding himself.

The group of people from the FBI and Interpol are not stupid people who eat dry food, and it's good that they haven't been noticed, but if they are really targeted by these people, then naturally the fewer tails, the better it is to get out.

He had always been a cautious man, although it now seemed that these actions were too cautious.

In the light and shadow, Yang Xun looked at the scenery outside leisurely, and muttered. "Iraq, Baghdad, what a surprise will this ancient city give me!"

All in all, this trip will definitely not be boring......

'Tread, tread, tread, step. ’

At this moment, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, apparently the person next to him had arrived.

Yang Xun also wanted to pretend to be an ordinary tourist, without revealing the slightest flaw, and was ready to chat happily with this person who would sit together for 10 hours.

was directly startled by the other party's roaring voice......

"What, Siskova, that bastard woman, I've already done my job, how dare she just break the agreement and refuse to pay the honorarium, saying it's going to Baghdad? ”

I'm still talking on the phone when I'm about to take off, and this guy is really bohemian enough.

But he seems to have mentioned Baghdad just now?

Yang Xun touched his chin, and his eyes showed a strange brilliance. "I may have heard something very interesting......"

It wasn't until near takeoff that the man reluctantly hung up the phone, sat down in his seat, and turned off his mobile phone at the same time.

He was so fierce that he could even see bulging blood vessels in his muscles, and he sat down as if he could collapse the seat, which was worrying to watch.

Yang Xun also analyzed this person......

He must have been of Saxon descent and had a very short temper, and his profession should not be very legitimate, listening to what he has just said...... He's a mercenary?'

The other party obviously also noticed the gaze of the people around him, and reacted very much, and his voice revealed a strong threat. "Boy, what are you looking at, believe it or not I'm going to blow your head out. ”

"I'm sorry, I was rude. ”

Yang Xun nodded politely and turned his gaze away.

This made the Saxon stunned, he thought about the reaction of many people around him, fear, anger, nervousness, but he didn't expect it to be so breezy and cloudy.

'This kid is not simple!'

Wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, Morey is not stupid, and knows that it is best not to be too ostentatious in the United States, so he no longer presses step by step, closes his eyes and leans on the back of his chair, while thinking about the news he just got.

……

Soon the plane rose to the air.

For a long time, Yang Xun didn't talk to the people around him, as if he didn't plan to talk to him anymore.

No one was annoying, and Morey also felt a rare purity, leaning back in his chair, intending to close his eyes and recuperate before returning to Iran, but this peace was still broken.

The first person to speak was naturally Yang Xun......

His gaze was still looking out the window, and his words seemed to be spoken casually. "Friend, are you a mercenary?"

"How do you know ......"

"Don't be nervous, you obviously have experienced the baptism of war, this is the era of peace, and the Caucasian people who can experience the fire of war are basically mercenaries!"

“……”

Listening to this, Morey was silent for a while!

Yang Xun didn't guess wrong, he was a mercenary......

But he is not the kind of mercenary who drinks spirits, takes beautiful women into his arms, and spills a lot of money, on the contrary, he has a difficult life even at the most basic level, shuttling through war-intensive areas, earning a negligible salary.

This time, the owner of the money is quite rich, and he booked a first-class ticket, but it does not represent the dignity of his status.

So when he saw this well-to-do American talking to him, Morey instinctively resisted.

What's more, he has a high level of professional sensitivity......

But after thinking about it, he finally answered the question. "You've already guessed it, so why bother asking, but I'm going to ask you, who are you!"

Morey said, his fists tightening.

As long as the other party shows hostility and disgust, he will not hesitate to kill the young man next to him.

Although this will also make himself very troublesome, but in order to prevent the other party from causing more trouble for himself, he can only do this.

Yang Xun didn't show any emotion, still smiling lightly.

He knew very well that he could not tell his true identity, but there was also a part of it that he could not lie, because by doing so, he would not only lose the trust of the mercenary in front of him, but also miss the information of the woman who went to Baghdad.

The light and shadow shone on the side of the face, and only the arms dealer spoke. "Blo Ann Qierdi, my name, and if nothing else, I should be standing on the streets of Baghdad in two days. ”

"You......'re going to Baghdad?

"Don't say it, and, what? Don't you look like me?"

“……”

Morey was really shocked that this young man, who looked to be in his 20s, turned out to be an arms broker.

And Baghdad...... Doesn't that mean that this kid is going there too, and he's going to bump into that stinking bitch in Siskova soon.

This mercenary who came out of the war suddenly understood why the other party was talking to him.