From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia and the others were on the flank of the village. The earth slope extended from the south entrance to the northeast. The south exit of the village happened to meet the earth slope. Nis could hold the place by himself.

The remaining four people were hiding in the cracks of the building. It was not easy for either Qiaojia or Nice to find an angle to shoot from.

Now that Kaman is going around, Qiao Jia is sure to kill them as long as he can force them out of their hiding position and into the main road of the village.

Although this old guy Kaman is not a soldier with a professional background, he knows better than anyone how to fight after fighting for a lifetime.

The two sides reached a stalemate. After about 10 minutes, the Italian Dorian, who was squeezed between the two trucks, was the first to be unable to hold on. He was alone and was particularly worried that Qiao Jia and the others would abandon him, which would be the end of him.

This guy retired from the 'leather hood' and may not be the best in outdoor combat, but this kind of street fighting is what he is good at.

He glanced quickly to the side, then retracted. No bullets came to the door...

Dorian quickly stretched his head again, but still no bullet came out.

The third time Dorian threw his coat out, this time several bullets hit the garment, warning him not to think about escaping.

But the moment his shirt hit the ground, Dorian ducked out and ran out. The AK74 in his hand fired randomly towards the back, and he actually suppressed the gunmen.

When he broke out of the enemy's firing range and turned into a building, a rocket hit the gap where the four people were hiding.

The fragments of the rocket explosion caused terrible heat and damage. Two gunmen died on the spot. The other two ran out of the alley in embarrassment, and were hit by two bullets as soon as their heads showed up.

Qiaojia's SVD is still very aggressive, but Nice's TAC-50 is much more cruel.

The bullet hit the last unlucky man's shoulder, causing half of his body to explode completely, and his blood and internal organs fell to the ground.

Kaman, who was standing on the roof, saw that the battle was over, so he fired another rocket into the place where the guys were hiding just now, which was considered a refill.

Then the old guy easily rolled down from the roof. When he passed by Dorian, he looked the 'white ghost' up and down, and then shook his head in disgust, as if he was dissatisfied with his unsettled expression just now.

If it weren't for Dorian's actions, those four guys should have gotten together, and the first rocket could have wiped them all out.

As a result, Dorian's movement caused them to misunderstand that Qiao Jia and the others were preparing to launch an attack, so they naturally spread out their formation, which weakened the power of the rockets.

Seeing that the battle was completely over, Qiao Jia walked down and pressed the microphone and said: "The devil bird will stay under surveillance, and the dragon lizard will go and see the guy who took the photo first, don't let him die."

Qiao Jia tried not to look at the corpses riddled with holes and quickly crossed the pile of corpses like a garbage dump of flesh and blood below the slope.

Within a few minutes, Qiao Jia arrived at the hut where the candid photographer was hiding.

When Qiao Jia arrived, Kaman had already controlled the guy.

This guy is actually a white man...

A 7.62 sniper bullet hit his forearm, completely destroying this guy's right forearm.

The bullet made a big gash in the middle of his forearm, and the bones must have been shattered, leaving only a little bit of flesh stuck together.

When Qiao Jia entered the house, he was hit by a shrill scream.

Watching Kaman use a hunting knife to completely cut off the guy's forearm that was in the way, and then tie his upper arm with shoelaces, Qiao Jia walked over and bent down to pick up the camera and check it...

Looking at the photos inside, Qiao Jia walked up to the person who took the photos, squatted down, and said with a serious expression: "Who are you, and what do you want to do by taking these photos secretly?"

The candid photographer, who had a beard on his face, said painfully: "I am a reporter from Agence France-Presse. I received news that this will be an arms transaction site between Chinese and terrorists, so I came."

Qiao Jia looked through the photos that clearly focused on Boss Huang. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and turned on the shooting mode, and then asked: "How are you going to report?

Do the Chinese support terrorists in Darfur?

How much did you charge? Who contacted you?

Don't be careless with me. You should know very well that the goal of those Chinese people is to exchange hostages, and you are trying to concoct fake news. "

As he spoke, Qiao Jia pulled out a pistol and put it against the bearded man's forehead, and said coldly: "Give me a reason not to kill you, five, four, three, two, one..."

"I said, I said, it's a British man. I don't know who he is, but I can recognize his accent. He gave me 50,000 pounds in cash and asked me to come here to take photos of transactions between Chinese people and terrorists. , and then published in the newspaper.

We met in the Weiss Hotel in Khemu. He took the initiative to find me. I told him everything, I told him..."

"Bang~"

Qiao Jia shot the bearded reporter through the head, then stood up and said to Kaman: "Dispose of all the corpses, let's set off at night and go to Jin Deweike's camp. I am now pretending to The black people are a little interested."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia saw Dorian standing at the door. He smiled reluctantly, patted Dorian on the shoulder and said, "Help dispose of the body, and I'll give you 1,000 yuan."

Dorian's eyes lit up when he heard Qian, and he said: "Give me 50,000 yuan, and I will accompany you to the Jin Deweike camp. Of course, I will also help you with the work of disposing of the corpse."

Qiao Jia looked at Dorian like a fool, shook his head and said: "You have a good idea, money is really so easy to make, I have become rich a long time ago.

It’s just one thousand yuan, you can do it or not! "

Dorian saw the serious expression on Qiao Jia's face, and he took the initiative and said: "Then 5,000 yuan, I am a very good commando, good at using MP-5 and MP-7 for infiltration operations.

You must be interested in rescuing the hostages, right? There are at least 300 people in Kinderwick's camp, and my abilities can definitely help. "

Qiao Jia was amused by Dorian's greed for money. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Then it's 5,000 yuan. You can help get rid of all the bodies first, and then we'll set off."

After sending Dorian away, Qiao Jia walked to where the pickup truck was and called Niss to drive both pickup trucks into the village.

Dorian, who was disposing of the corpses, saw the exaggerated B-8 rocket nest on the back of one of the pickup trucks. He looked at Qiao Jia in disbelief and said, "Who are you?"

Qiao Jia spread his hands and said with a smile: "I am an arms dealer, nicknamed 'Jackal'."