Verse 83 - Let you sing "Conquest" with your fists

"J-1O? Can something from the Chinese work? Listening to you say this, I am a little skeptical about the performance of the 'Avant-garde-4', such an ordinary aircraft can't shoot down, will this 'Avantgarde-4' be even worse than we imagined. Lawrence. Kotler picked up the unburned cigar from the ashtray and puffed on each other's smoke rings as if he were racing against the young black East Asians.

"How is that possible? Chinese military fans are highly recommended, even the range and degree are higher than the Stinger 2O, this parameter can not be faked, our two F14 should not be replaced, it is too old, I recommend J-1O, if you can get J-14 better, Chinese-made things, the cost performance is absolutely first-class. ”

The young man of Black East Asia grinned, like a door-to-door salesman carrying a variety of boxes, extremely professionally counting the indicators of his own goods, and doing offensive marketing.

"Don't recommend Chinese goods to me anymore, that country full of imitations, I still believe that the quality is the best in Europe and the United States, but what you said also makes sense, those two old F-14s are outdated, I heard that they almost fell down last time, parts replacement is a big problem, I heard that the old Latika on the side is going to save money to buy a Su-27, we can't lose air supremacy, alas, it's such a small ghost place, as for equipping fighters? It's all an equipment race. Lawrence. Kotler shook his head, this kind of local tyrant-style fighting really didn't interest him, if it weren't for the military buffer and natural barrier from the surrounding government army, he would have pulled his subordinates to sweep away all the competitors.

"In addition, make arrangements to sponsor a batch of weapons to the East Turkistan elements in China, so that they can do something, which is also considered a courtesy exchange, so that the Chinese know that our 'red scorpion' is not easy to mess with." Lawrence. Kotler lightly decided to make a plan to disregard human life, and as for how many people died, it was none of his business.

"Alright, okay, stop complaining, come on, see what good things I have brought you." The young man of Black East Asia took a big backpack from the hand of the attendant and took out something from the inside to the outside, "Look, the best West Lake Longjing, as well as Fu brick tea, Pu'er tea, Tieguanyin, in addition to mutton is camel meat, I can't wash off the smell of eating it, or tea, it is good to relieve the smell of fishiness and greasy, regulate the stomach, well, and the best Hetian mutton fat jade, for you to use for the girl, as long as you fancy what girl, take a piece of jade and stuff it into her big breasts, to ensure that she belongs to you alone tonight." The young man grinned and waved the jade in his hand at the Persian beauties swimming in the lake, apparently having taken a fancy to one of the mermaids.

Lawrence. Kotler frowned, and said with a happy face: "Enough, House, you should think more about your work, don't make these useless things all the time, be careful that the boss cuts out your tongue." ”

As soon as he heard the word "boss", the young man in Black East Asia seemed to have heard some taboo words, his whole body stiffened, his face gradually began to turn white, he no longer rummaged through his big backpack, his eyes rolled, he patted his head, and said: "I remember, the Chinese side may have been eyeing us recently, this is not a good thing, it is already very troublesome to fight against the Kazakh government, and it is really terrible to add another Chinese government, when I came back, I had already sent someone to pull out several other people's in advance." Nail', we must strengthen our defenses lately, and strictly censor strangers, no, I have to inform Frank that guy right away, maybe those Chinese special forces have infiltrated Ayisulu, and sniper rifles are aimed at you and my heads. ”

Where can the young man of Black East Asia take care of his backpack, and he ran away in a panic.

"This guy, don't be a crow's mouth!" Hearing House mention the sniper, Lawrence. Kotler felt a chill in his heart, unnaturally cleared the noise, tugged at his collar, and snapped his fingers again.

Another retinue in a black suit appears in Lawrence. Kotler's side.

"Let Mustafa lead someone to check the entire Ayisulu to see if there are any strange faces, if there is anything suspicious, arrest it first, and if you dare to resist, you will be killed on the spot!" Lawrence. Kotler was also frightened by the last words of the young man in Black East Asia.

Mustafa is the sheriff in charge of Ayisulu of the "Red Scorpion", a Turk, an absolutely cunning and murderous guy, who was chased and killed by Interpol and had no way to enter the earth, and finally fell into the arms of the "Red Scorpion", and it was because of his notoriously cunning that he sat in the position of the sheriff and became a loyal guard dog for the "Red Scorpion".

Although it is a first-class warlord organization, it still needs to manage the internal civil affairs, and the laissez-faire chaos is not conducive to the stability and development of the "Red Scorpion" organization, after all, the subordinates still have so many family members to live on.

A group of heavily armed soldiers, with the unarmed lone wolf Yakov and his men of less than a hundred, arrived at a camp enclosed by a concrete modular wall.

Follow Yakov to be the most loyal and reliable elite, and the others will follow the second leader to pretend to be another defection team will enter the territory of the "Red Scorpion" behind, which is actually normal, the various armed groups are divided and merged, and those who can't get along will take refuge in the strong, and if the strong have no control, they will be betrayed by their subordinates, this desert law of the jungle is almost an unwritten rule of survival here.

There are also many people in the camp, dressed in a variety of costumes, including the old military uniforms of the former Soviet Union, some of the Uyghur ethnic group, some of the Kazakhs, and Yakov's team, all of them are the motley army that has recently defected, each occupying a piece of territory, dividing their own people or sitting around, or gambling, or simply fighting, each doing its own thing, extremely chaotic.

Lin Mo, who was mixed in Yakov's team, looked no different from the Central Asians at a glance, and used special grass juice to smear the skin of his whole body, and the original pair of sword eyebrows were particularly blackened, it seems that Yakov has done this kind of thing before, and he simply fiddled with Lin Mo's face, faintly carrying the physiognomy of the Kazakhs.

By chance, Lin Mo learned that Yakov, a guy who looked like an old bandit, thought that he was still the KGB of the former Soviet Union, and after the dissolution of the former Soviet Union, he had no way to live, so he had to return to his hometown and pull up a team, scramble for territory and take on some mercenary work as his main business to maintain his livelihood.

It is said that it is a military camp, but it is not much better than a prison or a concentration camp, and as soon as Lin Mo and the lone wolf Yakov and the people entered the camp, they attracted a strange gaze, like the gaze of a small sheep in a pack of wolves, ferocious, bloodthirsty, and extremely vicious.

These people who fight for their lives as a profession on the line of death are almost no different from wild beasts, in their eyes there is only money, people and guns, there is no morality and law at all, and nothing else can restrain them.

"It turned out to be the lone wolf Yakov! Haha, you kid can't get along too, can't you? Someone in the crowd recognized Yakov.

"Humph!" Yakov snorted from his nose and ignored the guy.

"The one who spoke is called Sabre, this guy is a tribal leader in the western desert, I heard that he was surrounded and suppressed by the Chinese and Hasag teams last year, but I didn't expect to be alive." Yakov whispered to Lin Mo to translate and explain, from the former Soviet Union's KGB's professionalism, after receiving the money, he treated Lin Mo as the best customer, no matter what Lin Mo wanted to do, "Be careful, these guys are not easy to mess with, although they were broken up by the government army, they are all murderous guys." ”

"Hmm!" Lin Mo remained silent, touched the bracelet on his wrist that had become a gray and immortal bracelet, when he first entered the basin, these "red scorpion" soldiers were more bandits than bandits, although they were in charge of food, but except for a few personal belongings and ethnic short knives, guns and ammunition, even a little longer sharp weapon was not left, and all were confiscated.

Lin Mo had an extra heart, and turned the gold coin into an inconspicuous, poorly made iron bracelet.

The words of the guy who Yakov recognized as "Sabre" caused a lot of laughter, and it seems that Yakov's lone wolf nickname is still quite famous in the Kyzylkum region.

"Yakov, when Lao Tzu pulled you into the gang to eat meat and grab land together, you didn't want to do it at the beginning, and you dared to shoot with Lao Tzu, where is your backbone now, and you are not obediently joining the 'red scorpion' to drink the soup left by others." "Sabre" obviously had some suspicions with the lone wolf Yakov, and he didn't plan to let Yakov go like that.

Hulala, "Sabre" pushed away the crowd and walked towards Yakov, followed by a large group of men.

Judging from the tone of the "saber", it is obvious that he wants to take advantage of the new Yakov's team, curry favor with the "Red Scorpion" and increase his value at the same time, so as to obtain better treatment after the reorganization.

The upper body with a bare plush chest is scarred, a large scar is drawn from the left ear to the position of the person under the nose, the left ear is gone, it seems that someone once stabbed him in the face, even the ear has been chopped off, only a hole remains, the brown pupils are glowing with a fierce light, and the face is not kind to look at Yakov and the others.

Lin Mo, who was half-covered by a white bandana, was silent, although he couldn't understand what the other party said, but he knew at a glance that the person who came was not good, and he was here to make trouble.

"Damn the 'saber', he's trying to come looking for the ballast, Mr. Morin, and hide behind him later." Yakov's wrinkled face twisted together, but he didn't have any fear, and said to his subordinates behind him in a low voice: "Ayimak, Shatin, you two protect Mr. Morin, Azati and Sharhan, everyone is ready, don't scatter, and teach me a good lesson later." ”

"Hey!" Yakov's men were calm, apparently accustomed to such challenges.

The two men escorted Lin Mo and retreated to the middle of the team.

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