Chapter 264

"Gentlemen, let's talk."

In a villa on the outskirts of Port Sudan, although it was night, it was brightly lit. Around the villa, an unknown number of robbers were walking around, guarding here.

In a conference room, the bearded Occam sat on the head.

There are more than a dozen mercenary leaders and bosses of different skin colors from all over the world, but Occam sits on the top, but there is no problem at all, because he has this qualification.

Occam made a sound, and the people who were still talking before closed their mouths, and the whole venue became serious.

Everyone present exudes a sturdy aura.

Occam was not in a hurry, he beckoned, a sturdy black man in camouflage brought a cigar in front of Occam, and Occam carefully trimmed it before lighting it and smoking it. .

Those who can be invited by Occam to come here are not ordinary people.

To be able to press them, Occam has the capital. He is the sixth largest mercenary leader in the world, that is, the boss on the bright side. This time to Sudan, he is also the most prestigious one. Inviting them over is naturally related to the special situation in Sudan now.

Damn helmeted mercenaries, their current behavior is no different from killing people and killing their parents.

It turned out that while the anti-armed forces were getting stronger and stronger, they would make a fortune from it. Who would have thought that this helmeted mercenary who appeared out of nowhere would completely confuse this market.

At the beginning, it was still possible to receive orders, but now, it is completely impossible to receive orders.

Prices are kept low by the Sudanese government, and there is trust in helmeted mercenaries.

Mercenaries are born to death, and they are all about making money with their lives. Who would take the risk if they have less money? But the current market is very low, only three-fifths of what it used to be. Even if it is next, not to mention making a profit, it is not bad to be able to keep the capital.

Weapons cost money, and ammunition also costs money, and each lost subordinate is at least $200,000 in compensation.

One third of a cigar was smoked, and the people below finally stopped being silent.

Harold is a white man with European pride, and his chin is slightly raised: "Mr. Occam, what are your plans, say it."

Everyone present was full of fire.

Originally thought it was a gluttonous feast, but who would have thought that in the end, they didn't even earn the money for the ticket. A mercenary here would eat, drink, and carry out a lot of money.

Mercenaries also have a minimum guarantee, which is also at least $100 a day.

Harold had 70 young men who followed him to eat, and that day was $7,000, which is not a small amount on a day with no income like this.

The team is better, but some individual mercenaries are miserable. They usually spend a lot of money. How many mercenaries are now even a problem to eat, let alone the ticket.

It can be said that the entire Sudanese mercenary market was messed up by this helmeted mercenary.

"Mr. Occam, we will do what you say."

"Kill the helmeted mercenary."

"Damn this bitch, I have long disliked her."

Among the mercenaries, many of them were ruthless monks who were half-way through the family.

The entire conference room seemed to be set on fire, but the eyes of these usually calm mercenary leaders turned red. There is no way, it's just that their current life is a bit too miserable, a few of them run for nothing and get nothing.

Looking at the current situation, when the helmeted mercenaries were so ferocious, the anti-armed forces in Sudan quickly vanished. What else happened to them?

As for the stability of the country and the life and death of the Sudanese, they don't care.

If every country is like China, this industry will simply disappear.

Occam laughed, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Clap clap!" Occam clapped his palms, and the sound of the scene stopped quickly. Everyone, looking at Occam, all wanted to know what Occam's plans were.

Occam was not pretentious, his eyes flashed fiercely, and said, "Gentlemen, you have seen the current situation. This stinky bitch won't give us a way to live, why should we give her a way?"

"Destroy the helmet mercenaries and regain this market."

The plan thrown by Occam did not have too many surprises for the people present, because it has almost always been like this in past history. Anyone who threatens the interests of everyone will be physically destroyed, once and for all. Anyway, they have always been in this business. Killing is like eating for them.

Like in Syria, they used to do it.

Those who disappeared can be said to have been killed by the anti-armed forces and government forces.

In their eyes, there are only interests, and there is no right or wrong.

"Mr. Occam, we agree."

The heads of the mercenaries all showed ruthless expressions. If it goes on like this, they all drink the wind. In another country, what will other people think of them, and do you want to stay in this business?

"Very good gentlemen." Occam had long known that this would be the case. He said: "Everyone knows the sturdyness of the helmeted mercenaries. There is no absolute firepower and number of people. It is difficult to destroy them."

Involving interests, of course, needs to be discussed.

The indignant mercenary chiefs just now fell silent again.

Occam, who seemed to have expected this scene long ago, chuckled and said, "Three days ago, I contacted General Motley of the anti-armed forces, and the other party was willing to provide 150 million US dollars to kill the helmeted mercenaries. "

As soon as Occam's voice fell, everyone in the conference room boiled.

$150 million is definitely a number that drives them crazy. In their eyes, sometimes they stand on the side of the government, and sometimes they stand on the side of the anti-armed forces. There is no certainty. Whoever pays the highest price, they will fight for whomever.

To put it bluntly, the war with each other is all about money.

Don't think that the anti-armed forces must be very poor. In fact, who doesn't know that there are some very complicated relationships behind them. A lot of money from the world is transferred to their accounts and they are squandered, so as to achieve something that others don't know about. 's transaction.

The anti-armed force that was beaten badly, this time is also ruthless.

150 million dollars, in this kind of place, is enough to arm an army of several thousand people.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to see that the life of the anti-armed forces is also difficult, and the helmeted mercenaries have created obstacles in their hearts.

"I sent two hundred people, two armored vehicles and ten sniper rifles at the same time." Occam was also ruthless, he said: "If you do one vote, you will get it all back. In addition, the general also promised to wait until the helmeted mercenaries are eliminated. Later, he will also release some high-paying commissions."

"Mr. Occam, I can get a hundred of them, and they're all great lads."

"Mr. Occam, Fire Wolf can produce 100 people."

"I sent fifty people, a modified armored vehicle."

"Our whole team is involved, one hundred and fifty people."

Driven by huge interests, there were no more than 1,000 people present. This is a large number, accounting for almost one-third of the Sudanese mercenaries.

150 million can use so many people, in fact, evenly divided, only enough for expenses.

But what they are looking for is the follow-up interests.

Without the helmeted mercenaries, everyone has a job, and they are afraid that they will not be able to make money?

Occam pressed lightly with his hand and said, "Everyone will register later, and we will pay according to the score. General Motley will cooperate with us. Once the helmet mercenary is entrusted, General Motley will arrange a trap."

It seems simple, but Occam understands that things are not so simple.

After all, they are helping the anti-armed forces, and they need to do some disguise so as not to have a bad influence internationally. In addition, how not to alert the helmeted mercenaries is also a problem.

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Sudan's night is actually a city that never sleeps.

The mercenaries roaming around here provide a monstrous prosperity. Following that, some women also followed and started a business of flesh and blood here, making it difficult for Lu Chuan to believe the chaos here.

I am used to staying in China, and here, it is definitely a mental shock.

Lu Chuan didn't go anywhere, just spent the night in the hotel.

In a foreign land, the quality of Lu Chuan's sleep was mediocre.

When he got up the next day, Xia Min, the goddess of guns, was already standing respectfully in front of Lu Chuan. This time, it came quietly, and with its ability, naturally no one would find anything.

If people knew that Xia Min, who is like the female goddess of killing and the female god of war, is like a servant here, I am afraid it will make them unbelievable. Once exposed, Lu Chuan's identity will definitely cause an uproar.

"boss."

Xia Min gave a military salute. It used to be a special force. After Lu Chuan strengthened it, it was marked with top marksmanship. It was like a top soldier. No, it should be said that the top soldier king is in the hands of Xia Min.

Ten times of strengthening, he possesses high combat skills, beyond imagination.

Lu Chuan nodded and said, "Don't come here in person next time. Your status is different now. It's not good to be discovered."

Everything that happened here in Sudan seems to be peaceful, but Lu Chuan knows that secretly, there are no intelligence organizations of many countries watching here, and everyone's every move is under their control.

Xia Min's rise in this period of time must have been noticed by various countries, and even said that Xia Min was being monitored.

Xia Min nodded and said, "Yes, boss."

Now that Lu Chuan has finished disguising, no one will appear to overlap with the previous Lu Chuan. He stood up and said, "Let's go, go to the station."

With the current status of helmeted mercenaries in Sudan, it is not a problem to ask the government for a station.

Outside Port Sudan, many places are so desolate that it is not difficult to draw a section.

Xia Min was also disguised, so the group left the hotel without attracting much attention. After getting into an off-road vehicle, Xia Min drove the car himself and left Port Sudan after more than ten minutes.

Outside Port Sudan, there are some desolate places, a small amount of which can be seen cultivated, and more wasteland.

There wasn't a lot of traffic, all of them were old cars, and some were even running in tatters. There are bullet holes in many cars, giving people the atmosphere of a war.

The station is actually a small village outside Port Sudan. There is actually no one here, and I don’t know if they were killed or escaped and were temporarily used by helmeted mercenaries.

There is something going on in the past few days, and there will be one update for the time being. It is expected that two more will be resumed on the 1st.