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As the sun sets, the day is coming to an end, and the night will soon be upon us.

A strange scream can be heard in the distance, and the hyenas have already left the den ahead of time to prepare for the night hunt.

Herds of zebras, wildebeests, and gazelles gallop across the wilderness, but where can they hide as night falls?

When the dust rose at the end of the road, dozens of heavily armed soldiers barely bothered to get up.

Under the reprimand of the officers, these soldiers, who had been exposed to the scorching sun for an afternoon and were already exhausted, returned to their posts one after another.

There were seven vehicles, one Toyota off-road vehicle in the front and one in the front, and five five-ton military trucks in the middle.

As the convoy approached, the heavy machine guns on the four pickup trucks on both sides of the road were pointed at the convoy, and dozens of soldiers on foot were on alert.

Only when the convoy came to a stop did Morty jump out of the jeep.

The man behind Morty wore a black beret, a pair of toad glasses that covered half of his face, a gasped G3 automatic rifle crossbody, several magazines stuck in the belt around his waist, a USP combat pistol in the holster under his arm, and a jungle machete on his back.

That's right, it's Wang Dong.

A middle-aged white man got out of the Toyota SUV at the head, and two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, and the driver did not get out of the car.

Is he Johnson?

He is about 1.9 meters tall, his skin is dark red, and he is a little fat, but he is strong, and he is cunning and clever as a businessman.

Wang Dong's attention quickly fell on the two bodyguards.

Although he was wearing a suit and leather shoes and sunglasses, Wang Dong could see at a glance that these two guys were not simple, and they must have worked in the army.

After getting out of the car, the two men left and right, one in front and one behind, one followed Johnson towards Morty, and the other stayed a few meters behind.

The two remained vigilant at all times, even the driver who remained in the car.

From beginning to end, the two bodyguards did not block the driver's view.

There were two people on each of the five military trucks, and the off-road vehicle behind them was blocked, and Wang Dong did not see the people on board.

"Johnson, old friend, long time no see!"

"Colonel Morty, I miss you so much!"

The two embraced each other warmly, but only for a show.

Wang Dong whistled at the officer on the east side of the road, then gestured to the rear a few times for the officer to lead his men to the back of the convoy.

This action attracted the attention of the two bodyguards.

It's just that when Wang Dong turned around, they all turned sideways and pretended to observe the surroundings as if nothing had happened.

Being a thief is weak and inexperienced.

Wearing sunglasses, others don't know where they are staring, and deliberately avoiding them seems to have a ghost in their hearts.

The two soldiers brought a table, and Morty sat down with Johnson and began to bargain, mainly over the price of the munitions.

Five truckloads of munitions, a total of 1,000 AK series rifles, 50 RPKs and other machine guns, 100 RPG-7s, and 500,000 rounds of ammunition and 500 rockets.

It's not a lot, barely enough to arm three infantry battalions, but it's enough for Morty.

Government forces have invaded the Eastern Province, and Morty is in dire need of more than a thousand soldiers recruited with these arms.

Morty used not cash to buy arms, but a bag of diamonds.

There are more than 100 pieces in total, the large ones have more than a dozen carats, and the small ones are more than five carats, and the market value is definitely not low.

However, these diamonds cannot be calculated according to market value.

Due to international sanctions, Sierra Leonean diamonds are "blood diamonds" and cannot be bought and sold through formal channels.

When Johnson got his hands on the diamonds, he had to find a way to whitewash them before he could sell them to jewelers.

Even if there are ready-made channels, the middlemen will divide a large part.

While Johnson was examining the diamonds, more than a dozen soldiers began to unload the cargo.

"Can I inspect the goods?" Wang Dong said to Johnson.

Johnson was slightly stunned and glanced up at Wang Dong.

He only noticed Wang Dong at this time, but then he looked at Morty.

Morty was also very puzzled, he had known Johnson for a few years, had been trading for several years, and there was no need to inspect the goods.

"If it's inconvenient, just open a box and let me see it."

Wang Dong's attitude was resolute, and Morty immediately thought that he would not make something out of nothing, let alone find trouble.

"Old friend, let me introduce you. This is my right-hand man, Mr. King. Morty smiled, he knew that Wang Dong's surname was "Wang", which was just a literal translation.

Wang Dong nodded politely at Johnson, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Colonel Morty, is this necessary?"

"I'm the one who is most interested in firearms, Mr. Johnson won't be disappointed, will he?" Morty's face changed as Johnson's panicked look told him that something must be wrong.

At this time, the bodyguard who followed Johnson walked over.

Turning the other cheek is exactly the characteristic of African warlords.

When Morty pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Johnson's head, nearby officers and soldiers also raised their rifles and pointed their guns at the nearest person.

Almost at the same time, the bodyguard also pointed his gun at Morty.

It is an assault rifle imitating the SG550, with modifications to the bolt and barrel, firing M43 bullets, and is also equipped with a reflex red dot sight.

There are so many gun workshops in the United States that many gun enthusiasts change their guns.

Russian-made rifle cartridges are used, not NATO-standard small-caliber rifle cartridges, because the most common rifle on the African continent is the AK series rifle.

Wang Dong's movements were not slow, and when the bodyguard raised the rifle, the muzzle of the USP had already pressed against the bodyguard's head.

More than 100 people against more than 10 people, the verdict was made.

"Put down your guns, put them all down." Johnson was in a hurry, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

The bodyguard was reluctant, but honestly lowered his gun.

He could have killed Morty, but he would definitely get a USP pistol headshot.

Soon, another bodyguard lowered his raised rifle as well.

Morty was expressionless, and his officers and men drove Johnson's men out of the car.

"Colonel Morty, we're old friends."

"That's why I believe you."

Saying this, Morty nodded at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong didn't say much, put away the USP pistol, and walked towards the military truck in the front.

The soldiers had already moved down more than a dozen boxes containing rifles, Wang Dong opened one casually, took out an AKM assault rifle, quickly checked it, and threw it away.

Coming to the side of the second truck, Wang Dong kicked open a box and took out the RPG-7 bazooka placed inside.

Morty frowned as he loaded the rocket.

When he aimed at the SUV at the back of the line and fired the rocket, Morty was also surprised.

"Whoosh-"

The rocket, trailing with a white trail, crashed into the front right door of the SUV and did not explode after a crackling sound.

Morty secretly breathed a sigh of relief and understood why Wang Dong was inspecting the goods.

Of course, for Wang Dong, Morty is more important.