"I can give you three thousand guns!" A chieftain in a white hat shook his fingers and spat in front of Assad.

"But you've got to give me five hundred tanks!" The chief added.

"Five hundred tanks?" A playful smile flashed across Assad's face, "Do you have so many people driving?" ”

"I can't put it at home for exhibition, and it's not easy to drive a tank, I watched the disc of the Soviets, saying that driving a tank is the same as driving a tractor, and I have more farmers under my hands, and these 500 tanks are trivial!"

"Small!" Resisting the urge to give the fool a shot, Assad picked up a cup of tea and moistened his throat, "Chief Ahmed, if you give me 3,000 guns, you want to get 500 tanks, isn't it too greedy?" ”

"But the 3,000 guns I gave you are all tribal masters, and they have sent people to train my relatives in Saudi Arabia before, does Blackwater know that they trained, you say, it's not worth it!"

This old guy, dare to threaten me, don't you have some kinship with those big dogs in Saudi Arabia, these tanks are also bought for those oil tyrants! Assad really wants to turn his face with this chief, but he can't, this old guy's daughter is very favored over there, he can offend the Americans, he can offend the Russians, but he must not offend the big dogs in Saudi Arabia.

"I don't have so many tanks, I can only give you 100, but I promise that they are all brand new T72s, if you want these tanks are also for Saudi mercenaries, these are actually enough, but you have to add another two thousand to me, you don't need to bring your own weapons, I can give them weapons!" Assad spoke his bottom line.

"Okay, in addition, I want the oil share of the northern provinces!" The chief leaned into the arms of the beautiful woman beside him, and said as he looked at the two headlights above his head.

"It's only a third of it, but the taxes there can give you!"

"Deal!"

Looking at the old guy on the other side nodding, Assad breathed a sigh of relief, his goal today was to get at least 20,000 troops from these chiefs, and now he had already done a quarter, and he had a greater chance of convincing the next chiefs.

"I can give you two thousand, but you have to pay for their expenses, and give me another million, and I want euros!" A middle-aged chieftain who was dressed dirtily and had a scruffy beard kept eating and drinking since he came in, and half of the meat and tea on the table were stuffed into his stomach, but none of the chiefs present laughed at him, and several chiefs even took out the tobacco they prepared and stuffed it to him, because this chief was firmly against the Uzstan government, to be precise, everyone present was opposed, but their difference was that not everyone was so determined, and some chieftains just wanted to get more benefits, And this guy is because the old president did not allow the slave trade and drug cultivation, so he has no money in his hands, and he has tens of thousands of mouths to feed, so he can't make money without overthrowing the Uzstan government.

"I'll give you another million, and I'll bring me some of your poisonous weeds, the kind that wants to be strong!"

"You're going to give you our people as a one-time consumable?"

"Otherwise, do I still have to train you well, one person with three hostesses?" Assad smiled.

"Now that my regular troops are almost wiped out by the bombing of the Americans, I need a lot of cannon fodder to consume them in the city so that I can drag them into the quagmire! Finally force them to give up fighting us! ”

"That's what you thought at the beginning!" A voice suddenly poured cold water on him.

"But I'm not stupid, I have assistance, and there are a lot of friends who help us fight the Americans, and they won't let us suffer, how about it, do you want to do it with me?"

"No, no, no, we're just some honest farmers, let's just look at the excitement!" The chiefs shook their heads one after another, joking, everyone is waiting for you to give us points after you get the advantage in front of you, how can you go into battle in person, we are not stupid Damu, let alone Kadazuo.

"You're bloodless!" Assad hates iron and steel.

"Yes, yes, you have blood, you are a national hero!"

Seeing a group of people sneering at him like this, Assad could only make a note of these guys in his heart.

After negotiating the deal, Assad clapped his hands and let the men waiting outside the house come in to serve the food, and for today's meeting, he specially brought in valuable ingredients from abroad, ready to open the eyes of these old hats.

The door opened, and soldiers in white robes and hoods entered the house with all kinds of food, and the enticing fragrance wafted from the plates in their hands, and the chiefs in the room who were full of tea and water smelled the fragrance, and their stomachs began to rumble again.

"Then we can't be angry!"

"Please use it, you're welcome!"

The silver cover covering the plate was lifted, and the chiefs, who were about to feast, were stunned when they saw the contents of the plate.

"Is this roast suckling pig a little less?" A chief asked, holding a knife and fork, pointing to the remaining half of the pig's head on the plate.

"That's right, this fish has been eaten too!"

“？？？” When Assad saw the leftover scraps on the plate, he stood up angrily and was about to scold his men, but found that he didn't know any of them.

"Who are you?"

"FBI, Assad, you're arrested!" The white burqa was uncovered, and Price pulled the RPG out of his arms and pointed it at him, and then the others standing in the corner also undressed, raising grenade launchers, grenades, C4s, etc.

"How did you get in, aren't you still fighting outside?" Assad watched with an ugly face as the revolver of the golden python in his arms was taken away, and he motioned to the female bodyguard standing next to him to put down her weapon and look at Price, hoping for an answer.

………………………………………………………………

"A mobile sentry, at a distance of one thousand and one hundred meters, southwest wind, humidity xx, wind speed 3 meters per second!"

"Poof! Hostile targets have been killed! Aaron pulled open the chamber of the gun, ejecting a hot cartridge case, then pushed the bolt again, topping it with a new .408 bullet.

A subsonic sniper bullet with a caliber of about 10.36 accurately hit the sentry's brain stem, stirring up the tissue inside, and the moment the sentry fell limply, Price stepped forward and held the sentry's corpse, and then he gave Aaron a thumbs up.

"Alright, they're going in!" When Aaron saw Price and them enter the room, he immediately packed up his things and prepared to go over to meet them.