On a military transport plane bound for Baghdad, Wang Zhen sat on the ground with a serious face, clutching a fixed safety rope in his hand and several garbage bags in his pocket.

Byrne and the others sat far away, looking like they didn't know Wang Zhen.

There were more than just people from the Scythe Squad on the plane, there were a lot of them, sitting casually, and all of them looked relaxed.

The cabin was a bit crowded, with large bags and small bags everywhere on the ground, and it was very messy.

To go to Baghdad, everyone brought a lot of things, and Wang Zhen also had a big bag by his side, which Bourne gave him before leaving, all of which were full of various types of bullets, more than 50 kilograms.

I heard from the people in the team that the Imperial Fortress has a branch over there, and the logistics support is relatively stable, they only need to bring the main weapon, the secondary weapon and a set of spare weapons, but they should bring as many bullets as possible, and these are hard currencies when they arrive in Baghdad.

This trip brought more than 200 kilograms and 20,000 rounds of 5.56NATO, 7.62NATO and M43 intermediate bullets.

When you get off the plane, you can find a sales channel, and these 20,000 rounds of ammunition can be exchanged for more than 30,000 US dollars, of course, they also have a cost to buy, and they can earn about 18,000 US dollars.

It's a bit of a job to make some extra money!

Wang Zhen couldn't help but think about not doing anything, just trafficking bullets.

This time the plane is not as painful as last time, my ears still hurt, I still feel nauseous, but I didn't vomit, it is considered progress, but it is just a problem that makes Wang Zhen a little uncomfortable, that is, heat.

When it's hot, you have to sweat, and with so many American GIs in the cabin, foreigners already have a heavy body odor......

Think about it, put 200 American GIs in a steamer and steam them, and then you lie on the edge of the pot and smell them...... That smell!

Vomit......

Wang Zhen finally vomited.

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The plane came to a standstill, and as soon as the airport opened, Wang Zhen couldn't wait to walk out with a 50-kilogram bullet on his back, he wanted to breathe fresh air and heal his lungs.

Take two deep breaths...... Wang Zhen's face changed, dry, hot, and he couldn't help coughing, and his whole body began to sweat.

"How's that, rookie, hahaha." Mountbatten's voice sounded behind him, "Feel the warmth of Iraq?" ”

"I don't feel it, it's so fucking hot!" Wang Zhen wiped his face, just for a few minutes, his face was covered with oily sweat.

Byrne walked past Wang Zhen and reached into Wang Zhen's jacket pocket and pulled out his sunglasses, "Bring it, if you don't want to hurt your eyes." ”

Wang Zhen took it and subconsciously looked up at the sky, which was blue and dazzling.

Tightening the strap of his backpack, Wang Zhen stepped forward and followed, he understood why Middle Easterners wore robes and turbans.

Wearing a headscarf to prevent your face from drying your face, and wearing a robe to ventilate and wick away sweat are much stronger than the combat uniform on your body.

Of course, there will be no slimy feeling when sweating, and the combat uniform is really quick-drying and sun-drying......

No one was willing to speak all the way, and when he opened his mouth, he felt that the little water vapor in his body would quickly slip away, and he was walking, when suddenly there was a 'boom' explosion, Wang Zhen subconsciously shrank his neck, ", cannonball!" ”

"You can understand that this is the people of Baghdad greeting you, but in a more special way." Shovel Joey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "You have to get used to it and tell from the sound of the explosion whether it's a cannonball, an IED, or a gas canister or something." ”

"Then you can tell from the sound of the explosion the type of shell, the caliber, how far away you are from the point of explosion, etc., which will allow you to survive Baghdad."

The corners of Wang Zhen's mouth twitched, what a chic way to welcome, but, I don't like it!

If you return to Huaxia, Wang Zhen can now be regarded as a military 'expert', and he can distinguish the caliber of bullets from the gunshots, which are the result of crazy shooting some time ago.

The car that came to pick them up was inside the airport, two military bulletproof Humvees, sprayed with the emblem of the Imperial Fortress and with American flags, but the Humvees looked dirty and dusty.

Put the luggage, get in the car, the air conditioner was turned on, Wang Zhen leaned on the seat, squinted, and reveled in a few deep breaths, cool!

The mind is completely empty, and this thing is completely contrasted!

After slowing down for a while, Wang Zhen opened his eyes, and when he looked left and right, he suddenly fell, and the golden retriever was sitting in the co-pilot, not wearing a seat belt, holding the gun with a vigilant face.

The bayonet around him was not in vain, and he was also vigilant when he was holding Benelli M4.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhen asked stunned.

"It's a dangerous stretch from the airport to the safe zone, so you'd better put on your body armor." The bayonet stared out the window and said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Wang Zhen didn't understand, but was shocked.

What he didn't see was the heavy machine gun on the roof of the car behind him, the shovel was ready to open the sunroof and operate the roof, and the poet was holding the M14, and the magazine was pressed with M993 armor-piercing rounds.

Smash it, smash it, smash it, Wang Zhen turned around and went to the back and touched it in his bag, here he is a rookie, and it must be right to listen to the old man.

It's very troublesome to wear body armor in the car, you can't use it, it takes a lot of effort to put it on, it's dead, and it's sweating again when it's cool.

In fact, he was the first to get on the bus, and the golden retrievers changed into body armor before they got on the bus.

As soon as he changed into body armor, he heard a muffled sound of 'bang', Wang Zhen was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a white dot on the side windshield, and it was obvious that a bullet had just hit it.

"Fack!" Wang Zhen cursed, but the bayonet next to him did not react at all.

"Don't be afraid, it's normal, as long as it's not an RPG or an IED, it's fine." Byrne didn't look back, just reminded: "Don't wear your seatbelt, be prepared to jump out of the car at any time." ”

"Fake, why, give us a few shots for no reason? And your temper has improved, right, someone shoots you and you don't shoot back? "Wang Zhen's expression is constipated, damn, what the hell is this place.

"In Baghdad, the people who drive the Humvee are all Americans, well, or NATO, and many of the locals hate us very much, and it is a common thing to be shot in black hands." The bayonet snorted, "You can't fight back, because you can't tell who fired the gun in the crowd, and when you put down the gun, those are civilians, and if you shoot, you will massacre civilians, which is very troublesome." ”

"Newcomer?" The driver of the car asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Bourne nodded, and explained to Wang Zhen: "You may be attacked if you drive a Humvee, but bullets can't come in, and you may be attacked if you don't drive a Humvee, and you may be killed with one shot, do you say open or not?" ”

"Just get used to it."

Wang Zhen was speechless for a while.

Think about it, turn on your phone, shoot a short video, and post it in the circle of friends: Thank you, you are in Iraq, can you tell what caliber it is from the gunshots? Can you tell from the explosion whether it's a shell or an IED?

I, yes!

Just a bullet hit the glass of our car, looking at the traces left on the bulletproof glass, we can judge that it is a 7.62 intermediate bullet, which was hit by the famous AK47S.

Akimbo!

Send, copy, open call, paste, send, all in one go!

After pretending to be forced, Wang Zhen was also vigilant, and he didn't say anything all the way, and the car finally stopped at the door of a store.

Wang Zhen gave a strange look.

"It's okay, get out of the car."

Pushing the car door, Wang Zhen whispered with the bayonet and asked, "This is the company?" ”

"Selling goods, you can't send all the bullets to the company." The bayonet glanced at Wang Zhen strangely, aren't you very smart?

Wang Zhen: "......"

Very good, the process is very proficient!

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Commuter pass, commuter pass!!