The trenches gave the three of them a company pass in the area, as well as a satellite phone to facilitate timely communication.

Before leaving, Akon suddenly remembered something, so he took care of the trenches: "If there is any news of this Chinese, notify me immediately." Akon handed the bright picture of the tiger to the trenches.

The trench looked at the photo carefully, "I have news of those who are missing, and I will inform you immediately." Well...... Especially this one! "This guy is smart enough to know that Akon cares a lot about this white-haired yellow man, maybe his compatriot.

Zhang Fan and the three of them took the mercenary guide and drove a modified light truck out of the branch of the security company. Walk through the city with this guide. Now this city of Homs is relatively safe compared to the rest of Syria, because of the massacre in the town of Hora, it is the focus of public opinion. As a result, the opposing sides were divided and neither dared to take the lead, at least during the period when the United Nations observer mission came to investigate.

Therefore, the city is also a time of great activity for all parties. War correspondents, intelligence agents from various countries, mercenaries, government soldiers, opposition spies, and smugglers from major media outlets huddled the city. It's like a chaotic spider web, shrouding this focal city layer by layer.

The Black Market for Weapons is located on the outskirts of Homs City, in a remote abandoned factory. This is the extreme position of the government army's defense of Liliang, and the tentacles of the opposition forces cannot reach here. Because it's not a military location. Moreover, this suburban town is controlled by a neutral tribe, who oscillates between the government forces and the opposition tribes, neither of which wants to offend the local snakes at this time. As a result, this satellite town of Homs maintains a rare peace and tranquility.

And this weapon black market, this is a very haode way for the leaders of this tribe to make money, and at the same time they can maintain a very haode connection with the outside world. It must be said that this tribal leader is very skillful. Even in order to ensure the smooth trading of weapons dealers in the black market of weapons, the clan also sent troops to strictly protect and strictly prohibit brawls! Violators will be killed!

Of course, those arms dealers also have to pay for such a safe protection. The size of this black market is small, but it is home to many notorious arms dealers, and naturally attracts the attention of Western intelligence agencies. However, there are too many things involved, inextricably linked, intangled, and even affecting the whole body, and if it is not done well, it will even affect the situation in the entire Middle East, so no one will arrest it privately without the consent of the local snake here.

Zhang Fan is currently arranged by the Cultivators Alliance, and his company is friendly with this clan, and the two sides have a lot of business cooperation. Therefore, Zhang Fan and the three of them just showed their passes and were simply released.

"Good fellows! Even tanks are sold! Akon exclaimed.

I saw a new old Soviet-style T54 medium tank parked under the dilapidated factory building not far away. It was also the first time for everyone to come to the real Shijie arms market, although in the hometown of the Ring Bearers, in the main square bazaar, there were many transactions of weapons and props in the auction scene, but there were few heavy weapons such as tanks. To be honest, such a scene made the three people who had experienced the precept holder shijie very cordial. Everyone seems to be back in the hot-blooded shijie.

The weapons in the precept bearer's shijie are basically synchronized with the real shijie. Therefore, even the latest weapons that appear in this bazaar, as long as they have been used on the battlefield, will inevitably appear among the precept bearers. And most of them are in the Arab bazaar. This is related to the reality of modern warfare, mostly in the Middle East.

The weapons on the black market are not very expensive, the dollar and gold are hard currencies. Even drugs can be used as transaction currency. Led by local mercenaries, Zhang Fan and the three of them walked through a row of peddlers holding AK rifles, desert eagles, and American-style assault rifles, and found the most reputable weapons dealers in this market. The guy was a Russian in his fifties who was drinking vodka while haggling with an army procurement officer of a Sylaya tribe.

"Hey, old Chekov, I've brought you a couple of friends......" The mercenary stepped forward alone to greet the old arms dealer.

"You're not dead yet?!" Old Chekov looked at him suspiciously, "Don't disturb me, don't you see that I'm busy?" ”

"Old fellow, I won't die if you die. These yellows want to buy you some weapons......" the mercenary said angrily.

Old Chekov frowned and looked at Zhang Fan and the three of them a few times, "From which school did you bring these little guys who don't have any hair, they are also soldiers?" Get out of the way, don't get in the way of old Chekov's fortune! ”

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly!" The mercenary was furious, "These three are masters from China, and the three of them beat more than 30 good men under the trenches!" ”

"Just blow it, I bet. These three little guys, the trench alone can take out a dozen! "Old Chekov naturally didn't believe it, the trenches of the 'Black Fire' company were very famous professional mercenaries.

The local mercenary sneered, "Maybe you should ask his bald buck in the trenches, that guy was beaten to his knees and peed his pants!" More than 30 good players, none of them lasted a full minute! I'm there too......"

The quartermaster of the tribe who was trading with old Chekov also didn't believe it, "This can't be! I know the ability of the trenches, and the guy who can beat the thirty men under him has not yet been born. Even if the Terminator rushes out of the movie, it can't be! ”

"I swear to Allah that these three young people from China are simply more terrible than the demon gods in the Arabian Nights!"

Old Chekov couldn't believe that three seemingly weak young men in front of him could defeat thirty mercenary masters. Hell, there's another. This guy must be crazy. But old Chekov knew that these Arabs would not easily swear in the name of Allah, otherwise it would not be a lie.

Zhang Fan and the three of them were far apart, and they couldn't hear what they said. However, it seems that the local mercenary did not negotiate very well. Do the arms dealers here still look at the people when they sell weapons? The dollars in my hand are genuine.

And at this time, the old Chekov shouted: "Vajim! I only heard a dull sound of footsteps in the warehouse behind the old Chekov, like a piledriver, rushing out of a stout giant man wearing only a tactical vest and more than two meters tall.

The big man with knotted muscles lowered his head and asked in a rough voice, "Master Chekov, what's the matter with calling me?" I'm going to get those boxes of rockets in order! You're going to add me a double ham in the evening! ”

When Akon saw this guy, he realized in his heart, "That guy must have bragged about our defeat of the trench men." The Russian guy didn't seem to believe it, so he found a big man to test us. ”

"This is really troublesome...... Zhang Fan said helplessly in line with the principle that more things are better than less things: "This place can't be started, there are rules in people's land." ”

Akon laughed: "That Russian guy must have a way......"

Sure enough, old Chekov said to the big guy: "You are doing one thing, do you see the three little ones over there?" Yellow-skinned and black-haired, give you thirty seconds to beat them flat. Don't kill them, though. Add three servings of your evening ham! ”

The mercenary shouted with some schadenfreude: "Old Chekov, don't say I didn't remind you, I bet two hundred dollars, and Vajim won't last thirty seconds." ”

"You guy is chopped up and down and sold three sides, it's not worth two hundred dollars!"

Vajim asked suspiciously, "Master Chekov, what you said is true?" Defeat them, and I'll be able to eat three servings of ham? In his eyes, these three black-haired boys, who were not much older than children, could be flattened as soon as they raised their legs.

"Of course, go quickly!" Old Chekov shouted.

Vajim immediately drooled and ran towards Zhang Fan and the others.

Some of the buyers and sellers around the old Chekov were all curious. There are good things that actually open the handicap. Ten to one, bet that Zhang Fan and the three of them can't hold on. The mercenary immediately bet all the valuable things on his body, betting that Zhang Fan and the three of them could survive and win. Zhang Fan's winning rate was fifty to one.

Akon looked at the giant men running over from the opposite side, and then at those who did good things, knowing that this fight was inevitable. So he walked over and said to Vajim, "Stop—"

It was the only English that Wajim could understand, and the big man stopped hesitantly. Akon walked up to old Chekov and asked, "You and I have no grievances, why do you let such a big guy come and get along with us?" ”

Old Chekov smiled strangely: "If you want to blame, blame this guy for bragging." Anyway, Wajim will definitely go all out with the power of Sanfen Ham. You'd better leave your last words, though I told Vajim not to kill you. But this guy doesn't have a big deal......"

Akon laughed, "So what if we win?" ”

Old Chekov daxiao, "Haha! You win? That's the funniest thing I've heard today. Haha! If you win, we'll get a discount on the deal! ”

Akon smiled, "It's a word." By the way, I wasn't very comfortable with the man today, only the woman was at the meeting. I also warn you that the woman's subordinates are not serious, and you will probably lose a very haode porter. ”

"What do you say? "Don't think that Vajim will be soft on women, this big guy only sees the difference between ham and enemy. He's not very good at ......."

"I'll bet $10,000, your big guy won't last a minute!" Akon took out a $10,000 bill from his bag, causing the mercenaries and arms dealers around him to be in an uproar.

"That's not how jokes are made, little kids......" said old Chekov gloomily.

Akon took out another $10,000 from his bag and said with a sneer: "Add another 10,000, it's not a joke to block me......"