Iraq, Baghdad!

Since ancient times, it has been known as "Hanging Garden" and "Pearl of the Middle East", but since 2003, this has changed its name.

"Middle Eastern meat grinder!"

……

Rumble!

A 60mm mortar bomb exploded in front of the store, and dust fell from the eaves of the building.

"Puff..."

Gao Jun crawled out from under the table, shook his head, his eyes were full of dust, his throat hurt, he tore a rag from the side, and after wiping a sign on the table familiarly, he put it back in place with satisfaction.

After coming to Baghdad three years ago, Gao Jun has long since gone from being afraid at the beginning to becoming accustomed to it, and for this country, shells are three meals a day.

When Gao Jun was eighteen years old, his parents, who owned a restaurant in Baghdad, were shot to death!

Due to the turbulent situation of the government, the Iraqi government only symbolically compensated 10,000 Iraqi dinars, equivalent to 55 yuan!

Gao Jun, who was preparing to take the college entrance examination, lost his financial resources, looking at the elderly and sad grandfather and his grandmother who was already bedridden, he gritted his teeth, gave up his studies, and went to the town every day to do odd jobs for a living.

At this point, Gao Jun became a loner.

After burying his loved ones, Gao Jun made a decision, he was going to Baghdad! Go to the restaurant where my parents used to be... Completely ignoring the obstruction of his relatives, he took out a loan from his mobile phone and flew to Iran, where he found a local underworld organization and sent himself there.

If you die.

The money does not have to be repaid.

But here, he found a career that suited him...

……

"Oh! God, what a bad thing, are these reactionary forces trying to bring Baghdad to the ground? ”

After a shrill curse, a bearded man in a white robe ran into the store with his ears covered, unceremoniously occupied the only bench, rubbed his temples, and when he saw Gao Jun, his eyes lit up: "Oh! Gao, you're not dead yet, are you? ”

"If you want to die, I can send you to God!" Gao Jun quickly pulled out a Walter P38 pistol from a drawer and put it on his bearded chin.

"Oh no! God, he's so busy, I don't want to disturb him. The bearded man raised his hand and shrugged his shoulders, rubbing his chin against the muzzle of Walther's P38 pistol, full of intoxication: "The guns of the German officers of World War II really carry the spirit of the Germans, and I smell the smell of its barrel, which is really exciting." How about selling it to me for a hundred dollars? ”

Gao Jun knocked on the table very dissatisfied: "Last time you took two M1 rifles from me, you still owe me $550, I won't let you take credit here!" Either give money, or I'll send you a bullet. ”

When the bearded man saw that Gao Jun was starting to get serious, he hurriedly spoke, "Okay, okay, my friend, I did a big job this time, and some of them are money." ”

As he spoke, he took out a gold watch from his arms, handed it to Gao Jun as if he was invited, and said proudly: "Look, how much is it worth..."

"I'm going to get $200." Gao Jun said lightly.

"Hey! It's a Rolex classic, and the diamonds engraved on the dial alone are worth a lot of money..."The bearded man glared disapprovingly when he heard the price.

Gao Jun suddenly raised his head and looked at each other, "Muhammad, this is Baghdad, the capital of war!" And not Milan Fashion City... The most valuable thing is the arms, and your own life! ”

The bearded man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after a moment of silence, he waved his hand irritably, "You don't need to remind me, Gao!" This is my homeland and I know how it is now. This Rolex $600 will be exchanged for you, in addition to the money from last time, and give me another $50 bullet. I'm going to fuck those bitch-raising ......"

Gao Jun hesitated, bowed slightly, threw the Rolex in the drawer very casually, reflexively walked into the warehouse, looked for it according to his memory, graciously grabbed two handfuls, and walked out and handed them to the other party.

"Gao, we're friends, can't you give a few more?" The bearded man sighed as he looked at the scattered bullets on his head.

"If you die, I'll give you a body bag for free..."

The bearded man was not angry, but shook his head, revealing a trace of determination in his deep eyes, as well as a faint melancholy, staring at Gao Jundao.

"If I die, then Baghdad has fallen, and my body will be buried in the dust with my homeland! Allah is supreme! ”

……

Muhammad was gone, his back full of gloom.

Even if he tries very hard to pretend to be free, Gao Jun can see the vicissitudes and despair behind him.

Iraq's per capita GDP was once equivalent to that of a Chinese province of Jiangxi, the world's fourth-largest oil producer, and gold everywhere.

And today's Baghdad... In addition to the cannon holes, there was only despair and fear, and refugees.

Gao Jun sighed lightly, and there was nothing he could do

"Congratulations to players for completing $500 in sales and rewarding military skills: Tactical Lie Down (Mastery), Precision Shooting (Mastery), Manpower Strangulation! (Stunt). World War I and World War II arms can be sold, and the next mission is $10,000 in sales. ”

A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Gao Jun's face showed no fear, but a look of helplessness and joy.

"It's a really hard business."

In Iraq's 437,000 square kilometers, there are probably more arms dealers than ants!

The world's top arms companies have agents here, some well-known mercenaries, and even government and rebels will buy from them, and the small arms dealers below can only eat some soup.

The purpose of the Middle East is: as long as you have money, the president is yours!

And Gao Jun was able to get on the line with Muhammad, mainly because this bearded man was a fanatical World War II weapons military fan! The rest of the small mercenary groups are disgusted with the backwardness of Gao's weapons and equipment, and only Muhammad is willing to experience the power of World War II weapons with his life!

According to Mohammed's own introduction, he was a soldier of the 36th Commando Battalion of Iraq, originally stationed in Hilla, and was later captured by the IAIA, but fortunately he escaped by pretending to be a Sunni, and only 7 of the 30 captives remained!

Gao Jun was very suspicious of this guy's words, the 36th Assault Battalion was an Iraqi special forces, well-equipped and highly combat-oriented. It is rumored that the location of Qaddawi, the third person of the JD organization, was discovered by him, and sent it to the United States to carry out an air strike, which successfully killed him.

But this guy...

If it weren't for luck, a shell would have been solved long ago.

"Hey... But don't die, I'm still waiting for you to make money for me. ”

Gao Jun looked at the sun outside, and carefully closed the door with a long wooden pole, but he didn't dare to pop out half of his head, and the snipers on the roof didn't just kill the enemy.

Then sprinkle the inverted nail behind the door, just in case.

He climbed upstairs with his hands and feet, and the room was pitch black, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the electric lights had long since become useless.

In addition to a few important units in Baghdad, the rest have long been without power.

Gao Jun was on the floor, with an ammunition box on his pillow and a Browning M1910 pistol next to him.

Baghdad at night, flickering with madness, only weapons can give him safety.