The war in Iraq did not stop with time, but only intensified, and the black skeletons of the burned T72 tanks could be seen everywhere in the desert of the Middle East, and they had no time to climb out of the cockpit. The ruins of the war, and the groups of refugees who migrated south to escape the fighting.

Several SUVs were speeding across the road, surrounded by armed pickup trucks with 7.62-aperture machine guns, which the refugees saw as a small and threatening force. Ragged refugees on the road cast curious glances at the cars, while others stared warily at the heavily armed men for fear of suddenly shooting at them.

"It seems that these refugees are treating us as Saddam Hussein's death squads, and it is not surprising that in the past, armed men of Saddam's death squads often took advantage of the war to execute Shiite refugees in the warring areas. This is Iraq, there is no law, there is no order, there are only countless rifles, and there is black gold. ”

Guards armed with Kalashnikov rifles brief the middle-aged man in a suit about the situation in Iraq. He tried his best to explain the current situation in Iraq in words that the other party could understand, "Saddam Hussein's Republican Guard, the Kurds, the Sunni militia armed forces, and the Shiite armed forces have divided the whole of Iraq into more than a dozen base areas, large and small, plus the US troops fighting the government forces on the front line, and the current situation in Iraq is a muddy water." It is said that even the forces supported by the Soviet Union have been involved, and Iraq is now a veritable powder keg in the Middle East. ”

Perhaps he didn't like the noise in his ears, the man in the suit twisted his tie and turned his head to ask. "Is Ankara province now in the hands of the Sunni armed forces?"

"Yes. And it is also one of the areas where the resistance to the American army is the strongest. The burly guard replied. American is not a popular term here, and it is better to speak Arabic, otherwise you will end up in a different place. People are executed every day, but not everyone can be on CNN News. ”

In fact, the guard was also curious about why such a CIA person would suddenly appear in a troubled area, and the only thing he knew was that the indirect casualties caused by this man were never less than the Sunni massacres of Shiites.

The middle-aged man frowned, scratched his thinning Mediterranean hair, and began to think about how to conduct the arms trade in places where Sunnis gathered. Previously, the CIA wanted to open up arms sales channels in various conflict zones around the world. It is a pity that they have a formidable adversary - the Soviet Arms Export Foreign Trade Company.

The CIA also tried to investigate the mysterious department whose names were known and the number of organizations and personnel were all kept secret, but the results disappointed the CIA. Nothing was found except that one of the internationally active Death Merchants was their central figure.

Merchant of Death.

Thinking of the name, the middle-aged man's hand on his knee gripped his pants. One of the reasons why the CIA failed to prop up the opposition through arms sales was because this man had seized the opportunity earlier. By the time the CIA actually got its hands on it, there was no chance. The reason why the gray arms sales of the United States have been suppressed by the Soviet Union over the years is largely because of the existence of this person.

The middle-aged man raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes. Since the fall of CIA Director Deutsch. The U.S. intelligence services have slowly taken on a scattered attitude, and the agents and intelligence officers who have been recalled and redispatched to China have apparently lost their original loyalty. While it is not known what kind of torture they endured in the CIA's interrogation room, it is certain that the US intelligence services are now a loose place to use their privileges to make extra money.

So he approached the CIA's top brass and prepared a win-win plan for them, through the CIA's local intelligence network, through which he, an international arms dealer, would sell arms in Iraq, and the huge profits would be split between the two sides. Clearly, such a high-risk, high-reward plan impressed the disheartened CIA-discouraged leader, while at the same time providing a guarantee for him to implement the plan.

"Sir, we're here." The squire turned to him and said, "Do you see the village ahead?" It's where the Sunni elders gather, and if you want to do business, you have to go to them. IMHO, these people are not easy to mess with, I don't know what the CIA deals with them, but these people have only one thing to see the Americans. ”

"That's killing." The captain of the squad next to him added the last sentence to the co-pilot's team.

The arms dealer in a suit followed the fingers of the paramilitaries and looked at a group of heavily armed men coming out from behind the earthen wall, their heads wrapped in Arabic scarves revealing only a pair of eyes, but in terms of numbers, far outnumbered the group of mercenaries escorting the arms dealers.

"Let's go."

He opened the car door, and the others also got out of the car with the other counterparty who protected him, and when he stood on the hot desert loess, he had a particularly ridiculous feeling, is it an act of traitor to the enemy of the American army? But now the CIA, which is equally economically and faithfully difficult, cares about this, and now that they have fallen out of favor in the eyes of the president, they are left to fend for themselves.

"Welcome to our American friends from afar, and thank you for reaching out to your country in a time of greatest crisis." The tribal elder at the head carried a wooden staff and saluted the group. His eyes were greedily staring at the other party's suitcase, and the contents were what he cared about the most.

Although he was unsparing against the invasion of American troops, the CIA was secretly trading with him behind the scenes to maintain the CIA's underfunded situation in Iraq.

"This time we have brought a new batch of arms to the freedom fighters, of course, the location of the transaction is still the same as before, and we will naturally pay you for the fire after receiving the money."

"If you're a friend of the CIA, we'd welcome it. But there's one thing I don't understand. Talabaal reached into his coat pocket and suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the arms dealer's head.

"But can you explain to me where the CIA people who traded with me have gone? Whether it was evaporated from the world, or was it killed by you. Forgot the usual add-ons to your previous dealings with the CIA? We have to be dealt with by CIA agents, not through unsafe third arms dealers. ”

The arms dealer's guards pointed their guns at these people the moment they raised their guns, they were there to protect the middle-aged man in front of them, and if something happened to the other party, they couldn't go back and explain. However, the middle-aged man didn't seem to be afraid of the other party's coercion at all, he took off his sunglasses, looked at the elder who was slightly shorter than him, and said unhurriedly, "He's dead, otherwise the CIA wouldn't have changed someone to make this kind of transaction with you in a different place, you can choose to terminate the transaction, or shoot me here, this is your choice, but the consequences you have to bear, I think it is necessary to emphasize to you again." ”

"You killed me, and my teammates, and snatched our guns, of course you can do all of that, but don't forget that my boss behind it is the CIA, and he's a more terrifying and vengeful agency than any terrorist organization. Our bosses have always taken a desperate attitude towards lost funds, will your Sunni forces be able to withstand the next few rounds of bombing and air strikes? Maybe your every move is under CIA surveillance. ”

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you choose to refuse, after all, we have other partners to work with, such as the Shiite armed forces, think about what will happen to the Sunnis if they control the country's armed forces? The previous explosions, assassinations, assassinations, they will settle them all with you, right? ”

As he said this, Elder Talabaal's face had changed, and he asked the people around him to lower their guns to show his friendliness. The man in front of him was as terrifying as a demon in a suit.

"Who the hell are you?" Tarabal's tone trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man looked at each other in a condescending posture and said without any emotion.

"Simien Wise." (To be continued.) )