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

Chapter 82 "Even the dog is split in two!"

Elfro was so startled by his words that the vein on his forehead throbbed twice, and his expression was quite interesting.

Are we going to fight over the slightest disagreement?

"No, no, no, civilian use only, civilian use it is!"

He quickly waved his hand, "There's a civilian market in Europe too. There's demand for private security, border patrols, farm surveillance, and so on. You don't have to be at war to sell drones."

Chen Zheng gave an "Oh," his tone visibly cooling down.

How much money can you make from that thing?

"I see—"

Seeing his expression, Elfro felt his heart pounding.

Damn it, what kind of freaks are these arms dealers?

You're all eyes on war, but your civilian ambitions wane? So you'd love to see Europe turned upside down?

These guys should all be hanged!!!

But Elfro also knew that without these "bastards," Africa, or even parts of the Middle East, would not be able to wage a decent war!

Don't let the age of the AK-47 fool you; only a handful of countries in the world can manufacture it. Industry is still relatively limited. It's rare to find a nation like China that, in just a few decades, has transitioned from an agrarian to an industrial society and still has a surplus of skilled workers.

This is truly one of a kind!

This is why the West is confronting the East; they have truly seen the terrifying "industrial potential"!

Of course, if the East and West cooperate someday—

The aliens are coming.

Elfro coughed lightly, steer the conversation back on track, "Mr. Bruce, the civilian market isn't small either. Think about all those vineyards in Europe, how vast are they? Patrolling them with drones saves time and effort. And what about photographers, surveyors, search and rescue workers—who doesn't need drones? Your price, if it were just a little lower—"

Holy crap?

Want it cheaper?

Mr. Chen immediately lost interest.

Chen Zheng took out a cigarette from his pocket and glanced at Elfro sideways.

"Mr. Elfro, I believe what you have said."

"But as you know, Europe has a lot of regulations, like CE certification, RoHS directives, REACH regulations, and a whole bunch of other hassles. Do you think my cheap, makeshift plane can pass all those certifications?"

"Besides, even if I get the certification, won't my European counterparts destroy me? They could launch an anti-dumping investigation and I'd lose everything."

Elfro opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he thought, hey—Europeans love doing this kind of thing!

If I can't handle your business disruption, I'll take care of you!

"Besides, my orders from the Middle East are booked until the end of next month. The Mosquito 1 has gone up to 700, and the Mosquito 2 has gone up to 2500. I'm not taking any orders under 100. You want me to focus on the European market? That would be like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon."

"It's not the right time to market our factory's drones to Europe, but I believe it won't be long."

Elfro stared at him for two seconds, then suppressed his thoughts for the moment, smiled and nodded, took out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands.

"Mr. Bruce, this is my business card. If you change your mind at any time, please feel free to call me. I have partners in Germany, France, and the UK, and my distribution channels are very extensive. You only need to supply the goods, and I will take care of the rest."

"I only need a small commission."

Chen Zheng took the business card and glanced at it.

He smiled and tucked the business card into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Alright, Mr. Elfro, I'll consider you a friend. I'll definitely cooperate with you in the future if the opportunity arises."

Elfro snapped his fingers at the guards behind him, and then someone came out of the car with four black boxes.

"Here's the final payment of $80. Please click on it."

Gao Fei and the others behind Chen Zheng took the money box, opened it with a snap, and Chen Zheng took out a stack of money from inside, then smelled it under his nose, looking somewhat intoxicated.

"Count them."

Gao Fei and the others started counting, while Boss Chen chatted with Elfro about the situation in Libya.

The situation in Libya is not optimistic.

Even on the black market, people are betting on how long Gaddafi can hold out.

"May God protect them." That was all Chen Zheng could say after hearing that. What else could he do?

"Boss, the quantity is correct," Liu Yang said.

With a smile, Boss Chen extended his hand to Elfro and said, "Cash on delivery!"

Chen Zheng watched the Elfro convoy disappear at the fork in the road, and before he could even wipe the smile off his face, his phone went off in his pocket.

The shock made his thighs go numb.

He took it out and saw it was Khalid.

The moment the call connected, a voice burst from the receiver, carrying a panic he had never heard before.

"Boss! The factory has been attacked!!!"

Chen Zheng's smile froze on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Half an hour ago, a group of people sneaked up the mountain, trying to crawl into the cave through the crevice on the side of the entrance. They were caught by the security guards, who opened fire. They have now been apprehended."

Where are our people?

"Four internal security guards were killed in action."

""

"I'll be right back."

The phone hangs up.

He turned around and roared towards the warehouse. His voice echoed across the open space, startling the guards who were finishing up.

"Everyone get on the bus! Back to the tribe!"

Gao Fei ran out of the warehouse, still holding the inventory list in his hand. Seeing Chen Zheng's expression, he didn't ask any questions, but turned around and waved to the guards.

"Fall back! Get on the bus! Hurry!"

Four pickup trucks and a large truck made a U-turn in the open space, their tires crunching over gravel and kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

Chen Zheng opened the passenger door, got in, and slammed the door shut with a bang, causing the car to shake.

Gao Fei started the engine, and the pickup truck suddenly shot forward.

Chen Zheng took out the pack of Liqun cigarettes from the car door storage compartment, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, then flicked the lighter twice.

He pressed it twice more, but it still didn't light.

"Fuck you!"

He threw the lighter back into the storage compartment, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and cursed.

Gao Fei glanced at him, pressed the accelerator even harder, and sped off at full throttle!

The journey from Zahle to the Beka Valley takes about an hour and a half at normal speed.

It only took a little over an hour to drive back, was that speeding?

First of all, you need to have cameras in the Middle East.

There were quite a few people standing on the hillside near the entrance and exit.

Khalid stood on the open ground next to the cave entrance, with Amir standing beside him.

A row of seven or eight people were squatting on the ground, their hands covering their heads, with guns pointed at them by tribal militiamen.

Several other bodies lay haphazardly on the gravel ground, covered with canvas. The blood seeping from under the canvas had dried, turning dark brown, which looked particularly jarring against the grayish-white gravel.

Chen Zheng pushed open the car door and jumped out. Khalid came to greet him, but Chen Zheng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"What about the casualties?"

"The four militiamen are all down there, covered with white cloth."

"What about inside the cave?"

"There's nothing wrong inside. Those guys were discovered as soon as they reached the crevice on the side of the cave entrance, and they didn't have time to go in."

Chen Zheng nodded, his gaze falling on the row of prisoners on the ground.

There were seven or eight people, all young, between twenty and thirty years old. They had injuries on their faces, with blood covering half of their faces, indicating that they had been beaten quite a bit when they were arrested.

One of them looked up and glanced at Chen Zheng.

The man was thin, about thirty years old, and wearing a dirty gray T-shirt with a frayed collar.

The triangular eyes gleamed with a sinister light.

As Chen Zheng looked into those eyes, a surge of anger rose from his dantian.

He pointed to the triangular-eyed man. "Who's going to gouge his eyes out?"

Gao Fei has already stepped forward.

With a grim face, he drew the Arabic dagger from its leather sheath at his waist, grabbed the man's hair with his left hand, and pulled him back, causing the skin on his neck to taut like a fully drawn bow.

The knife tip pierced straight in!

"Ah ...

The blade flicked upwards.

A soft "pop" came from the eye socket, like a stopper being pulled out of a bottle.

The triangular-eyed man's screams ripped through the afternoon sky.

Gao Fei raised the dagger, glanced at the eyeball on the tip of the blade at the sun, then threw the dagger on the ground, raised his foot, aimed the sole of his military boot at the round thing, and stomped down hard.

puff.

Like stomping on a ripe tomato —

Blood and vaginal fluid splattered from the soles of his boots, splashing onto the puddle of gravel on the ground, leaving a dark red stain.

The other prisoners began to tremble.

Chen Zheng squatted down, looking at the row of prisoners on the ground with their hands behind their heads: "Can anyone tell me who you are?"

"Whoever speaks first will live."

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

Among the prisoners, the youngest-looking man spoke tremblingly, "Someone—someone has put a bounty on Beirut's black market—on you—"

Chen Zheng put a cigarette in his mouth, squinted at him, and said, "Go on."

"They said it was $6, all they wanted was to blow up your factory—and then pay the other half after it was done. We took the job at a bar in Beirut. The other party was a middleman, a Lebanese man, and all we knew about him was his name, Abu Raouf."

"They are representatives of some workshop owners from the Beka Valley!"

Chen Zheng took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke through his nose.

"Competitors are enemies."

If you can get a complaint about hygiene conditions for selling fried rice, how can your competitors be any better?

"But what's the big deal when arms dealers fight each other? Everyone has an inexhaustible supply of weapons. I've always felt that the only violence between arms dealers is a price war."

Chen Zheng turned his gaze to the row of prisoners on the ground and gestured with his chin toward Zhao Meng.

"Kill them."

Zhao Meng nodded and cocked the AKM.

The young man who had just spoken suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, the dark outline of the gun muzzle reflected in his pupils.

"No, no, no—you said I could live—Asian! You don't follow the rules—!"

Thump th ...

The prisoners' bodies fell down one after another like wheat being harvested under the impact of bullets. Some people stood up and tried to run, but how could they outrun bullets?

He collapsed instantly!

Thump thump thump thump—

Gunshots echoed across the open hillside, rustling the olive leaves. Several birds perched on the treetops flapped their wings, circled in the air, and flew away into the distance.

The gunfire stopped.

Corpses lay scattered across the open ground, the gravel soaked in blood, dark red pools of blood reflecting the afternoon sun.

Chen Zheng turned around, walked up to Amir, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your help, buddy."

Amir stared at the pile of blood-soaked corpses on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then he turned to look at Chen Zheng, his lips moving slightly.

"Bruce, we are brothers under the watchful eye of God, of course I'll help you."

This made Boss Chen feel a little embarrassed.

After all, I was thinking of selling them off yesterday.

Sigh—looks like I need to have some conscience. Next time, if the price isn't right, I definitely won't sell to my brother!

"Don't worry about your matter, I'll take care of it."

Amir nodded, glanced around, and said, "Then you go ahead and get busy, Bruce. If you need anything, just let me know."

Chen Zheng nodded.

Amir turned around, his steps quick, the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind.

Chen Zheng stood in the middle of the open space, hands on his hips, looking at the pile of bloody, mangled corpses on the ground.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted to the guards around him in Arabic.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"According to the rules, each fallen soldier will receive a $10,000 compensation, which their families can collect."

Upon hearing this, some of the guards standing nearby shrugged slightly, while others' eyes lit up.

They're really paying?!

Damn, foreign investment is so great! If you go and work for those armed groups, where will you get compensation if you die?

If the atmosphere hadn't been so off, someone would have shouted "Long live!"

$1 is enough for a family to live on for several years!

Chen Zheng turned around and looked at Khalid. "Call Nabil Taha of Zahle and tell him to check the black market to see who posted that bounty."

"Also," Chen Zheng paused, "find the person behind this."

"Kill their whole family."

"The whole family?" Khalid asked.

Chen Zheng looked at the corpses on the ground. "I don't want any of their family members to survive."

"Cut the dog in half too!"

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