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

Chapter 72 A Fox Borrowing the Tiger's Power? ? ?

This sudden scene stunned everyone.

Sheikh was sitting on the far left, his teacup not yet brought to his lips.

Oh shit!

Have you no manners? You just come in and flip the table.

Are you all eating while lying on the ground?

Besides, the elderly person has a heart condition; you'll scare them if you do that!

The old man, Rahman, leaned back sharply the instant the low table was overturned. The cushion slid off his back and his back hit the tent's support pole, causing the entire tent to sway.

His face turned from sallow to liver-colored, and anger blazed from his cloudy eyes, his white beard trembling with rage.

"You bastard—!!!"

Before his voice had even finished, Khalid pulled an APS from his waist and shoved the barrel directly into Rahman's mouth.

"It's a bit thick, just bear with it!"

The old man immediately stopped shouting.

See? What can shut a woman up is her penis, but what can shut everyone up is a weapon!

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze.

The three men in suits, who had just been splashed with tea and hadn't even had a chance to react, saw this scene and their expressions changed simultaneously.

One of the youngest had his hand inside his suit, but stopped just as his fingers touched the gun handle.

Zhao Meng pressed an APS to the back of his head, the muzzle against his hair, the cold touch making the young man's body stiff as a board.

Two gunshots rang out from the doorway!

Then came the dull thud of a body falling to the ground, and Wang Lei's voice came through the canvas—a truly exquisite traditional Chinese expression, yet every word was clearly audible: "Don't the hell move!"

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was as tense as a string stretched to its limit.

Among the three men in suits, the middle-aged man with a hooked nose sitting in the middle raised his hands, palms facing outwards, fingers spread wide.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous—"

His Arabic had a slight northern Lebanese accent. "We're just here to talk business, Mr. Bruce. We really are here to talk business."

Chen Zheng stood in the center of the tent, squinting at him.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a flick of the lighter. The flame danced briefly on the cigarette butt.

"You sent someone to plant a listening device in my tent while we were discussing business?"

"When I have a heart-to-heart talk with your mom, do I need to use a condom?"

That's so rude!

Chen Zheng glanced at Assam behind him, then threw a box from his bag onto the ground. The box shook open upon hitting the ground, revealing the intelligence broker's unseeing face.

The head was chopped off—

Rolling on the ground, the sheer impact is enough to send chills down your spine!

The uninvited guests finally showed fear in their eyes. Damn it—they didn't do a proper background check!

This is a dragon crossing the river!

The three of them acted recklessly because of their connections in Lebanon, but now they've met their match.

Chen Zheng put the cigarette back in his mouth, turned around and walked to Rahman, bent down, and placed his hands on his knees.

"You old codger."

"You're going to stick your neck out? Have you checked my background? Hmm?"

He reached out and patted Rahman's face, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but the sound was loud, yet the humiliation was intense.

Rahman's face turned red.

"Who are you working for? How many divisions does your older brother have?"

Rahman let out a muffled whimper, saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth and dripping down the barrel of the gun.

Chen Zheng reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulled out something, clenched it in his fist, then pried open Rahman's fingers and stuffed the thing into his palm.

"When you're out in the game, you can be stupid, but don't be blind to the truth."

Rahman looked down.

His cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

It was a badge, and he recognized the emblem on it all too well!

It's not that he's particularly learned, but this kind of thing is quite common in the Middle East, and some have even controlled political power. For example, he once served in the cabinet in Lebanon and had a great influence among students and workers.

Both Egypt and Jordan are legal.

To put it bluntly, many people think that Middle Easterners are feudal, but this is actually an extreme view. Middle Easterners are constantly searching for their own path to the future!

If it were just an ordinary person, Rahman wouldn't care, but an Asian with such a "pure" appearance.

It's either the Northern Dynasty or that behemoth.

Although there are many pro-Western people here, who wouldn't have wild thoughts when they see this thing?

yeah~

You've come here to establish a branch?

No way?

Chen remained expressionless, lowering his voice to ask, "Do you think you can make that decision?"

Rahman swallowed hard. He was just an ordinary vice-chairman of a chieftain's tribe; the other party had only contacted him because they had paid him.

There's no need to risk your life for money!

He just wanted to make money quietly and then immigrate to the United States; he didn't want to get involved in this struggle. Yes, in his mind, this Asian man in front of him was someone sent to fight!

Rahman shook his head vigorously.

Chen Zheng patted Khalid's hand, gesturing for him to take out his gun, then smiled and said to Rahman, "Are you still going to interfere?"

"No, no, no, I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now!"

The other party was terrified of getting involved in this matter.

"Hey~" Chen Zheng called out to him, smiling as he reached out, "Don't take my things away."

"Yes, yes, yes." Rahman quickly handed the badge back to him.

Chen Zheng stuffed it back into his pocket.

This made Khalid and the others very curious about what kind of badge it was.

In fact, this can be considered "a tactic" by Boss Chen, and such things are commonplace.

The most famous of them all is, of course, the fellow Cantonese, a certain Mr. Yuan, who fabricated a identity as a military engineer, weapons expert, and ZC representative. He defrauded Syrian anti-government forces and local tribal militias of $15 in deposits before disappearing—oh, he was later sentenced to 4 months in prison.

And there are many more in the Middle East, such as asking for help getting people out of trouble, or claiming to have connections with so-and-so—

Well, the people of our country are still quite bold.

The only reason someone can control these people in the country is because of their own problems, such as their son being unable to take the civil service exam.

Move abroad —

They've let loose and embraced their true selves.

Rahman was so frightened that he ran away, a scene that left Sheikh somewhat bewildered.

Of the three merchants, the oldest, the one with the hooked nose from before, was now kneeling on the ground, his knees pressed against a pile of broken porcelain shards, his trouser legs soaked with tea.

His body was trembling.

He reached out and, trembling, hugged Chen Zheng's calf.

"Mr. Bruce—Mr. Bruce—it's a misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding—"

"We're not here to cause trouble—we're really here to do business—really, we're really here to do business."

"We were wrong—we were really wrong—"

Snot dripped from his nose, down his lips, and onto Chen Zheng's shoes.

Tears mixed with snot covered his face, glistening and disgusting in the dim tent light.

Chen Zheng looked down at the middle-aged man who was hugging his leg and crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Then he bent down, reached out, and patted the hook-nosed face.

"You can cry, but don't wipe your snot on my pants."

"Damn it, this is my brand new Benetton!!!"

Chen Zheng seized the APS from Khalid.

They fired a burst of bullets at that hook-nosed head, smashing his skull to pieces!

Chen Zheng turned his gun towards the other two men.

chug-

Two bursts of fire.

Clean and efficient, all done and we're done!

Chen Zheng closed the APS lock, handed it back to Khalid, took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket, squatted down, and wiped the snot off his shoes.

After wiping, I threw the tissue into the pool of blood.

"I hate it when men cry."

The tent was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood; the two smells mixed together made one's throat tight.

He turned around and looked at Sheikh.

Sheikh instinctively shrank back, his back hitting the support pole, causing the pole to wobble and the canvas on top of the tent to shake.

Chen Zheng looked at him and smiled.

"Don't be nervous, old buddy."

Chen Zheng walked over, bent down, reached out, and patted Xie He's shoulder as if comforting a frightened old cat.

"I just took down some stupid idiots."

"Our relationship is much better than theirs."

Sheikh's lips twitched slightly.

"By the way, sorry for getting your tent dirty."

He gestured with his chin towards the three corpses on the ground. "Shall I get you a new carpet?"

Sheikh looked at him. "No need—I can clean up myself—"

Chen Zheng smiled and nodded, straightened up, turned around, and gestured with his chin toward Khalid and the others.

"Walk."

Several people filed out of the tent.

Inside the tent, Sheikh slumped on the carpet, his back against the support pole, looking as if all his strength had been drained.

"Fierce—this guy is too fierce—"

Amir glanced at his uncle, who was slumped on the ground, his lips moved, and his eyes held a complex expression.

My uncle—he's lost the drive he had when he was young, and he's become increasingly timid.

Can such a person really lead people through the future?

"Uncle, are you alright?"

Sheikh waved his hand, his hand still trembling, the rosary beads slipping from his fingers and dangling down, swaying.

"It's okay—it's okay—help me up."

Amir went over, bent down, and helped Sheikh up from the ground by taking his arm.

Sheikh's legs went weak, and he had to stand for a moment before he could regain his balance and leaned against the support pole to catch his breath. As the light fell on the three corpses on the ground, he let out a muffled sigh.

"Amir."

"Um."

"Go and have someone clean this place up," Sheikh said in a low voice, almost as if talking to himself. "Make it spotless."

.

Amir nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Amir stopped and looked back at Sheikh.

"From now on—keep a close eye on Bruce," Sheikh said. "Don't get into any conflicts with him."

"I understand, Uncle."

The sunlight outside the tent slammed into his face, making him squint.

He stood at the tent entrance, took a deep breath. The air smelled of dust, diesel fuel, and a faint stench of blood wafted from the tent behind him.

He looked down at the crumpled pack of Marlboros in his hand, straightened the pack, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his robe.

Then he looked up and glanced in the direction of the tribe's entrance.

Amir stood there and watched for a long time.

"The eagle has grown old," he said softly, so softly that only he could hear it.

Then he turned around and walked deeper into the tribe to find someone to clean up the mess in the tent.

Meanwhile, Chen Zheng and the others were walking back to their tent area.

Assam held a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then handed it to Chen Zheng, who waved his hand away.

"Why did you release that old man?"

Assam screwed the cap back on the bottle. "When that old man gets back, he'll definitely embellish what happened today, and then your reputation at the bubble tea shop will be ruined—"

"What I want is for him to tell everyone."

Do you know what's the most valuable thing in the Middle East?

Assam thought for a moment: "Oil? Natural gas? Or—water?"

"Neither."

Chen Zheng turned to look at him. "It's the background!"

As he spoke, he took the badge out of his pocket and handed it to the other person. Assam looked at it, and his expression immediately became strange.

"You—you just used this to lie to him?"

"How can you say I lied? I didn't tell him who I was; he just guessed. How can that be considered lying?"

"He just thinks I have someone backing me."

Assam thought Bruce was already incredibly bold.

But looking at it now, damn it—this will cause a huge disaster sooner or later!!!

"By the way, when exactly is your boss coming back? I had someone bring some good stuff over from China," Chen Zheng asked.

"??? What good stuff?"

"Terracotta Army!"

Assam: ? ? ? ? ?

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