"Gentlemen, let's talk."

In a villa on the outskirts of Port Sudan, it's night, but it's brightly lit. Around the villa, an unknown number of looters were walking around, guarding the place.

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

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

Occam spoke, and the people below who were still talking before all closed their mouths, and the whole room became serious.

Everyone present, every one of them exuded a fierce atmosphere.

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

The people who can be invited here by Occam are not ordinary people.

To be able to overwhelm them, Occam has the capital, he is the sixth mercenary leader in the world, that is, the boss on the surface. This time he came to the Sultan, and he was also the most prestigious one. Naturally, the fact that they were invited over had something to do with the special situation in Sudan now.

Damn helmet mercenaries, their current behavior is no different from cutting off people's money and killing their parents.

It turns out that taking advantage of the growing strength of the rebel forces, they will make a lot of money from it, who would have thought that this helmet mercenary who appeared out of nowhere would completely confuse this market.

At the beginning, I was able to take points, but now, I can't accept commissions at all.

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

Mercenaries, born and killed, are completely risking their lives to make money, who will take risks with less money? But the current market is very low, only three-fifths of the previous one, even next, not to mention earning, it is already good to be able to protect the capital.

Weapons cost money, ammunition costs money, and for every man lost, at least $200,000 in compensation.

A cigar smoked a third, and the people below were finally silent.

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

The people present were all on fire.

originally thought it was a gluttonous meal, but who would have thought that in the end, it didn't even earn money for the ferry ticket, and a mercenary army ate and drank here, which was a big expense.

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

Harold had 70 young men who ate with him, and it was $7,000 a day, which is not a small number on a day like this.

Like the team, it's better, but some individual mercenaries are miserable, they usually spend lavishly, and how many mercenaries are now even a problem to eat, let alone a ferry ticket.

It can be said that the entire mercenary market in Sudan has been messed up by this helmet mercenary.

"Mr. Occam, we'll do whatever you say."

"Kill the helmet mercenaries."

"Grass to death this bitch, Lao Tzu has long looked at her unpleasantly."

Among the mercenaries, many of them were ruthless people who had become monks halfway, and they were extremely rude, and they shouted and cursed one after another.

The entire conference room seemed to be set on fire, but the eyes of these usually calm mercenary leaders were red. There is no way, it's really that their life is a little too miserable now, and a few people have run for nothing and got nothing.

Looking at the current situation, with such a ferocious helmet mercenary, the rebel forces in Sudan quickly disappeared, what else happened to them?

As for what country is stable and whether the Sudanese live or die, they don't care.

If every country is like Huaxia, this industry will disappear directly.

Occam smiled, and that was exactly what he wanted.

"Bang Bang!" Occam clapped his palms, and the sound of the scene quickly stopped, and everyone, all looking at Occam, wanted to know what kind of plan Occam had.

Occam was not hypocritical, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and said: "Gentlemen, you have also seen the current situation, this stinky girl doesn't give us a way to live, why should we give her a way to live?" ”

"Destroy the helmet mercenaries and retake this market."

The plan thrown by Occam was not too much surprise to those present, because in the past history, it was almost always like this. Whoever threatens the interests of the people, destroy them physically, once and for all, they have always done this business, and killing people is like eating for them.

Like in Syria, they used to do that.

And these people who disappeared can be said to have been killed by the counter-armed forces and government forces.

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

"Mr. Occam, we agree."

The mercenary leaders all showed fierce expressions. If this continues, they will all be drunk. In another country, how will other people think of them, and do you want to get mixed up in this industry?

"Very good gentlemen." Occam had known for a long time that this would happen, and he said: "Everyone knows the fierceness of the helmet mercenaries, and it is difficult to destroy them without absolute firepower and numbers. ”

When it comes to interests, it is natural to negotiate.

The mercenary leaders who were indignant just now were silent again.

Occam, who seemed to have expected this scene for a long time, chuckled lightly and said: "Three days ago, I contacted General Motley of the rebel forces, and the other party was willing to provide 150 million US dollars to kill the helmet mercenaries. ”

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

1.5 billion U.S. dollars is definitely a crazy amount for them. In their eyes, sometimes they are on the side of the government, sometimes they are on the side of the rebels, there is no fixed number, and whoever pays the highest price will help whoever fights.

To put it bluntly, each other's wars are fought for money.

Don't think that the rebels are necessarily poor, in fact, who doesn't know that they have some very complicated relationships behind them, and a lot of money is sent to their accounts from the outside world and squandered to make deals that no one else knows about.

The rebel forces, which were beaten badly, were also ruthless this time.

One and a half billion dollars, in this kind of place, is enough to arm a force of several thousand people.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to see that the rebels are not having a good time this day, and they have been mentally hindered by the helmet mercenaries.

"I sent two hundred people, and at the same time provided two armored vehicles and ten sniper rifles." Occam was also ruthless, he said: "Do one vote, get it all back." In addition, the general also promised that after the helmet mercenaries were destroyed, he would issue some high-paying commissions. ”

"Mr. Occam, I can produce a hundred people, all of them are great boys."

"Mr. Occam, the fire wolf can produce a hundred."

"I'm out of fifty people, a modified armored car."

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

Driven by huge interests, the presence quickly made up no more than a thousand people. That's a large number, almost a third of the number of mercenaries in the Sudan.

1500 million can be used for so many people, in fact, it is divided equally, and it is only enough for expenses.

But what they value is the follow-up interests.

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

Occam pressed it lightly with his hand and said, "Everyone will register later, and we will pay according to the score." General Motley will cooperate with us, and as soon as the helmet mercenaries receive the commission, General Motley will set a trap. ”

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

After all, it is to help the rebels, and they need to do some camouflage so as not to have a bad impact internationally. In addition, how not to alarm the helmet mercenaries is also a problem.

…………

The Sultan's night is actually a city that never sleeps.

The mercenaries that mingle here provide a kind of perverse prosperity. Subsequently, some women also followed, starting a leather and meat business here, making it difficult for Lu Chuan to believe the chaos here.

I'm used to staying in Huaxia, and here, it's definitely a mental impact.

Lu Chuan didn't go anywhere, he stayed in the hotel for the night.

In a foreign land, Lu Chuan's sleep quality is very average.

When she got up the next day, the female spear god Xia Min 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 know that Xia Min, who is like a female god of killing and a female god of war here, is like a subordinate, 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 soldier, and after Lu Chuan strengthened it, it was marked with top-level marksmanship, and it was completely like a top-level soldier king. No, it should be said that the top soldier king is in Xia Min's hands, and that's it.

Ten times strengthened, with a high level of combat skills, beyond imagination.

Lu Chuan nodded and said, "Next time, don't come here by yourself, your identity is different now, and it's not good to be discovered." ”

Everything that happened here in Sudan seemed to be calm, but Lu Chuan knew that he secretly didn't know how many countries' intelligence organizations were staring here, and everyone's every move was under their control.

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

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

Lu Chuan is now disguised, and no one will overlap with the previous Lu Chuan in appearance, he stood up and said, "Let's go, go to the station." ”

With the current status of helmet-mounted mercenaries in the Sudan, it is not a problem to ask the Government for a station.

Outside of Port Sudan, many places are so desolate that it's not hard to carve out a piece.

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 it himself, and it took more than ten minutes to leave Port Sudan.

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

There is not a lot of traffic, it is full of old cars, and some of them are even in tatters. Many cars have bullet holes, giving people the atmosphere of war.

The station was actually a small village outside Port Sudan, where there was no one and it was not known whether they had been killed or escaped, and were temporarily used by helmet mercenaries.