I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Chapter 71 "I'm unhappy, I'm about to explode!!!!"

Before Chen Zheng could speak, the other party blurted everything out.

"My name is Friedrich Meier, I'm German, I'm an advisor to BergmannRisk, and I'm just an ordinary person!"

Chen Zheng squatted down, looked at the European-looking man who claimed to be German, and frowned: "You can speak Chinese?"

"I've learned it! The whole world is learning Chinese!" The other person forced a smile.

"BergmannRisk? Never heard of it." Chen Zheng looked up at Assam and asked, "What about you?"

"No, it must be another mercenary company."

The other party panicked immediately upon hearing that they were hiring mercenaries.

Battlefield rules dictate that soldiers fire three shots, while mercenaries fire thirteen—including two shots to the testicles!

"No, no, no, we are not mercenaries!! Berkman Risk Consulting is headquartered in Hamburg, with an office in Berlin, and we have a branch in Lebanon!"

Meyer spoke incredibly fast, as if afraid he'd miss his chance if he spoke too slowly, "We don't do armed security, we do intelligence analysis, really! We do risk assessments, due diligence, security consulting, we don't do dirty work!!!"

Chen Zheng suddenly realized and said "Oh," drawing out the sound.

"So what if he's an information broker? Why are you talking about risk consulting?"

There are similar consulting and investigation companies in China, some of which skirt the law by accepting commissions from overseas to obtain information on military, high-tech, and policy matters, such as Kaisheng Rongying.

Meyer chuckled awkwardly, but the twitching of his lips aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to wince in pain.

"We are a legally registered company with a license —"

"A legitimate company planting listening devices in my tent??? Who approved your license? That doesn't work in the Middle East."

Meyer opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Chen Zheng squatted down and looked at him with a kind expression.

"Mr. Meyer, I ask you, who sent you to plant a listening device in my tent?"

Meyer's eyes darted around.

"Just curious. You've become so famous in the Beka Valley lately. We intelligence analysts are naturally interested in newly emerging forces. If they're valuable, they can fetch a high price."

Snapped!

A slap!

Meyer’s face suddenly turned to one side, a thin line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, starkly visible against his pale skin.

Chen Zheng withdrew his hand, still smiling.

"Tell the truth."

Meyer gasped for breath, the blood smelled rusty. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I'm genuinely curious! Your mosquito drone killed Assef Shaukat, the Syrian Army's Deputy Chief of Staff and Assad's son-in-law! The entire Middle East intelligence community is in an uproar. Everyone's asking, who did it? What did they use? Where did it come from? My boss ordered me to investigate."

Snapped!

Another damn slap!

This time it was worse than the last time. Meyer's head was turned 180 degrees, and the other side of his face swelled up, making it symmetrical, like a puffed-up pufferfish.

Chen Zheng waved his hand dismissively: "Mr. Meyer, your Chinese is very good, but your lies are not so good."

He stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, the blue flame flickered on the cigarette butt, and then went out.

He stood in front of Meyer, looking down at him.

"This is the third time. My patience is running out."

Meyer's eyes were now so swollen they were barely slits as he looked at Chen Zheng, his pupils filled with terror.

"Really—it's really true—I'm just a scorekeeper—I have elderly parents and young children to support—my daughter is only three years old—I can pay money, I can pay ransom—"

"What does your daughter have to do with me? Are you trying to morally blackmail me?"

Chen Zheng immediately laughed and said to Gao Fei's left and right, "Hold him down!"

The two rushed over and pinned him to the ground. Chen Zheng bent down, grabbed Meyer's hair, dug his fingers into the roots, squeezed it tightly, and pulled it upwards.

Meyer's head was pulled back, the veins on his neck bulged, and his mouth was wide open, emitting muffled whimpers.

He pressed the cigarette into the other person's eyeball!

Meyer's eyes widened suddenly!

"No, no, no, no, not one"

The cigarette butt went into his left eye socket.

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Meyer's body suddenly arched up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, struggling with both hands and feet at the same time, but Gao Fei and Wang Lei held down his shoulders and legs on the left and right, and he couldn't move an inch.

His mouth opened as wide as it would go, and a heart-wrenching scream came from his throat.

Customers flocking to the store!

"Can you tell left from right now?"

Chen Zheng's expression immediately turned fierce, and he kicked the other person in the head, then jumped up and stomped down hard!

"Fuck your mother!!!"

In just a few kicks, you could hear the sound of his skull cracking. Chen Zheng kicked until he was exhausted and panting heavily. Then he shook his head and said, "Cut off his head and put it in a box. Tomorrow, we'll definitely know who came knocking on our door!"

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"Damn it!" Wang Lei grabbed the other person and dragged him out of the tent.

Chen Zheng said to Li Yang and the others, "You guys go out first, Afei stays."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment, then left.

After they left, the atmosphere in the tent became somewhat oppressive.

After a while, Chen Zheng walked up to Gao Fei, straightened his clothes, and said, "Next time, next time I hope you'll do this kind of thing. You're the defense director I chose, so you have to stand up for yourself."

Gao Fei opened his mouth, then nodded.

"We grew up together. I know what kind of person you are. You're kind and upright. But Ah Fei, the worst thing about doing great things is being kind."

"I--"

"Think of your uncle, before he passed away he hoped you would make something of yourself," Chen Zheng interrupted the other person.

Gao Fei paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Chen Zheng smiled and gave him a hug. "I'm here, and you're the only one I can trust."

"Oh, right, I also brought you a gift from Hong Kong, a book on getting rich." Chen Zheng said with a smile, taking a small H out of a box in the tent and handing it to the other person.

Gao Fei looked down—

"constitution"!

He looked up at Chen Zheng.

"Take a good look, we might have business in there in the future."

The next day at noon.

With the sun directly overhead, the midday temperature in the Bekaa Valley had already soared to just over 40 degrees Celsius in March, and the air inside the tent felt as stuffy as a steamer.

Chen Zheng lay on the blanket, shirtless, with a thin blanket draped over his stomach. He was even trying to take off his underwear, and his little brother was practically foaming at the mouth.

Hurried footsteps approached from outside and stopped at the tent entrance.

"Mr. Bruce!"

Chen Zheng opened one eye and lazily replied, "Come in."

The curtain was lifted, and Amir bent down and crawled in, bringing in a gust of hot air as the curtain fell.

"What's wrong, Amir? Hahaha, you've come all this way? Come on, sit down and have a smoke."

Amir said anxiously, "Mr. Bruce, a few people have come to my uncle's tent. They are the merchants I mentioned to you before."

"Didn't you say your uncle wouldn't get involved in this?"

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Amir looked somewhat troubled and rubbed his hands together. "That's how it was supposed to be. My uncle already turned them down last time, saying he wouldn't get involved in these matters and that they should come to you themselves."

He lowered his voice by an octave: "But this time, they brought people from the Bekaa Valley Chiefs' Alliance. My uncle has to give them face. You know how relationships are between tribes—it's hard to argue with."

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Chiefs' Alliance? There's such an organization in this place?"

Amir nodded. "Yes. The Lebanese government has an agency specifically for tribal affairs, called the Tribal Affairs Authority," which is nominally under the Ministry of the Interior.

Awooooo————

ZJ Administration Bureau!

That's the idea.

The Bekaa Valley also has many Christian tribes, and there are also many Arabs in Israel.

"The vice president of this alliance is Sheikh Nawaf Hassan Ali Salim Abdullah Rahman —"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Chen Zheng raised his hand to interrupt him, "This name is longer than all the names I've ever heard in my life combined. Just tell me, who is this person?"

Amir scratched his head and thought for a moment: "It's just that the chief of the second largest tribe in the Beka Valley has a good relationship with the higher-ups at the milk tea shop. His son is a member of parliament in Beirut, and his words carry a lot of weight in the Alliance. Since he asked, my uncle couldn't refuse."

"Understood."

Chen Zheng put the cigarette back in his mouth, stood up, grabbed the dark gray jacket from the chair next to him, and put it on.

"Okay, I'll go and meet them."

He turned around and called into the tent, "Time to get to work!"

The curtain was lifted, and Gao Fei was the first to emerge, already holding the AKM in his hand, the butt against his waist, the safety engaged, but the magazine full, and he was also wearing a tactical vest.

Wang Lei followed behind, carrying two APS pistols in his hands and another one tucked behind his waist. Zhao Meng walked at the back, not carrying a rifle, but the pistol tucked behind his waist had half of its grip showing; it was black and reflected the sunlight.

Assam and Khalid were also there.

When you go out, stick together. If you have a temper, you can wipe us all out with a single burst of bullets!

Seeing this scene, Amir's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but after looking at Chen Zheng's expression, he swallowed his words.

Chen Zheng put a cigarette in his mouth and squinted as he glanced in the direction of the Sheikh's tent.

"Walk."

Several people walked through the tent area and headed towards the center of the tribe.

Two black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked at the entrance of the tent.

The S-Class, the W221 generation, had its paint polished to a gleaming shine, reflecting a blinding light in the afternoon sun. The wheels were AMG, their silver spokes standing out starkly against the dusty dirt road.

The license plate is from Beirut.

Two burly men in black suits stood next to the two cars, wearing sunglasses, with headsets hanging on their ears, and bulging waists, standing upright.

The frame is quite nice, though.

As they approached, the two bodyguards in black stepped forward and blocked the tent entrance. One of them reached out and stopped them, saying in Arabic, "Please stop."

Wang Lei reached out and shoved the man on the shoulder with great force, causing the man to stumble back two steps. His leather shoes slipped on the gravel, and he almost fell.

"Fuck you, wanna fight?"

Wang Lei's Arabic was terrible, but his mannerisms were so powerful that no translation was needed.

He has recently been very proactive in learning Arabic on his own—very enthusiastically.

The other bodyguard's expression changed, and he had already reached behind his waist.

"What are you doing?!"

Amir strode up from behind and stood between the two bodyguards, his voice low: "This is Mr. Bruce, get out of the way!"

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, withdrew their hands from behind their waists, but still stood in the doorway, showing no intention of moving aside.

The tent flap was lifted from the inside.

A young man peeked out.

He looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a dark gray suit without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

His gaze swept over Amir first, then fell on Chen Zheng, looking him up and down, before glancing at the people behind Chen Zheng.

He said in Arabic, "Come in."

Gao Fei and the others looked at Chen Zheng. "Afei and Alei, stay outside. The rest of you come in with me."

He paused, then said in Chinese, "If the situation looks bad, just open fire!"

He then walked into the tent.

It was cooler inside the tent than outside, but the air was stuffy, with a mixed smell of tobacco and tea, and a faint scent of cologne.

In the very center of the tent was a long, low table with a dark brown wooden tabletop.

Several tea sets were laid out on the table, white porcelain with gold trim. Steam was still rising from the spout of the teapot. Next to it were several small saucers, filled with dates and figs, arranged neatly.

Sheikh sat at the far left of the low table.

But his expression was not good.

When he saw Chen Zheng come in, his eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly at Chen Zheng, tugging at the corners of his mouth as a greeting, but the smile was more like a grimace.

Three people were sitting opposite Sheikh.

All three were wearing suits, and they looked like they were from Jordan.

And in the main seat sat an old man.

His eyes were cloudy, the whites of his eyes were yellow, and there was a grayish-white ring around his pupils, which is the senile ring that only appears when one is old.

He sat in the main seat, leaning back slightly with a cushion behind his waist, his hands folded on his knees, and several rings on his fingers.

When Chen Zheng entered, the people in the tent turned around at the same time.

All eyes turned to Chen Zheng.

The old man's eyes were cloudy. He looked up at him and said, "Asian? That's rare. It's my first time meeting someone like that, and you're so rude."

Chen Zheng heard the sound, glanced over, and then took the Assam cigarettes that were being smoked next to him and threw them on the ground. "There are elderly people in the tent. It's impolite to let them inhale secondhand smoke."

The expressions of the people inside the tent relaxed slightly.

His gaze swept over the tea set on the low table, and he walked over, grabbing the edge of the table amidst everyone's astonished stares.

Suddenly, it flipped upwards!

Clang!

The low table flipped over in the air, sending the tea set, saucers, and teapot flying. The white porcelain teacups with gold trim tumbled in the air, spilling tea in an arc before splashing onto the three men in suits.

"You didn't invite me to tea!"

"Fuck you, that's disrespectful to me!"

"I'm not happy, I'm about to explode!!!!"

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