The stuttering young man took out two pistols and put them in front of him. His face was ugly. This was the boss's personal order.
Xu Yun's figure had now completely disappeared into the darkness. The stuttering young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He couldn't feel at ease at all.
But to ask him to bring two pistols to support Xu Yun, he absolutely could not do it. This was not a joke, and it was not a child's play.
The stuttering young man didn't feel any pressure to use a gun to bully ignorant locals. However, he wouldn't dare to provoke people who were dealing with firearms even if he had ten times the courage. Once they started fighting, it would be a matter of life and death.
Xu Yun approached the three-story building in the dark. They drove to the back of the small building. The entire small building was closed. Every door and every window were closed. Behind each window was a thick black curtain.
This kind of black opaque curtain was quite thick. No light in the room could leak out, and no light outside the room could shine in.
The entire building looked pitch black, as if there was no one in sight.
However, there were many cars parked on the side of the building. There were five, seven, nine, and all kinds of cars.
The brands were also from Hua Xia's Haver to the United States' Ford, from Germany's Volkswagen to Japan's Toyota.
Xu Yun didn't count in detail. He roughly glanced at it and had a preliminary estimate in his heart. It was about fifteen cars.
The most exaggerated one was a Huron armored transport vehicle. It had clear lines and a rough appearance. It looked quite cold and domineering. Originally, Xu Yun's Mercedes-Benz G65 was domineering enough. Next to this thing, it was simply child's play.
This armored transport vehicle looked like a large Hummer at first glance, but it was remodeled based on a truck chassis. It was easy to seat fifteen or six people inside.
Xu Yun soon understood that this armored transport vehicle was responsible for transporting arms.
Even fireworks and firecrackers were so flammable and explosive, let alone arms. Arms were still quite dangerous, so it took a lot of effort to transport them.
The B6 level bulletproof standard could at least guarantee that it could withstand the firepower of an AK47. The bottom of the car that had been specially strengthened could withstand the explosive impact of a German-made DM-51 grenade.
There were shooting holes all around the body of the car. At first glance, one could tell that it was not a big toy that ordinary people could own.
This kind of armored transport vehicle, which had a certain degree of attack capability and a high level of special armor protection, could also have a high survivability in extremely dangerous situations.
Africa was indeed an extremely dangerous place.
However, in a place like this, most people wouldn't dare to provoke such a large armored transport vehicle.
No one was a fool. Those who could own such a thing were all superpowers. Ordinary small countries could not make it at all. For example, if the famous Hindustanis were to make it, they would definitely not have the aura of this car.
Of course, the Indian Army probably could not only withstand the explosion, but it could also transform. Moreover, it had to have a self-destruct function.
In such a situation, there would definitely be no less than 50 people inside. Xu Yun was basically certain of this.
50 people did not sound like a lot, but it was obviously not that easy to deal with them. After all, there was an arms deal going on inside.
There were arms and money. In such a situation, no one would not maintain a very tense state of mind.
Therefore, at this moment, the people in the house must be very vigilant. Among the 50 people, there were no more than three or five core people. There were people from both sides, as well as the middleman.
Most of them were here to "protect" the deal.
For example, if you brought 1 million to buy guns and ammunition from a dozen people, the other side had more people and guns and ammunition. What if the other side only took the money and did not give the goods?
People in the world were unpredictable. No one would absolutely trust another, even if they were old friends who had done business many times.
However, every time, the Japanese would bring a large number of subordinates, at least 30 people.
On the other hand, the firearms seller would not be at ease either. They would always bring along more than ten powerful special forces soldiers as bodyguards.
Only in this way could the business between them be carried out peacefully. No one would have any evil thoughts about the other.
No one dared to have any evil thoughts.
In such a situation, there was another advantage for both sides. There was no need to worry about a third party coming to cause trouble.
If they wanted people, they had arms. If they wanted arms, they had arms. They were not afraid of anyone.
There were 50 people. It should be known that the Towers, which was considered a good mercenary group in Africa, did not even have 100 people.
Even for a mercenary group of this level, 100 people were definitely not a match for 50 people.
This was especially true for the Americans who were selling the munitions. The dozen or so Americans were all burly and bulky. Their muscles were so thick that even a bullet would not be able to penetrate them.
The Japanese were not bad either. However, due to the spread of dwarf genes in Japan, their size could not be compared to the Americans.
However, they had a lot of people and were very well-trained. They were also very obedient, so they were very clear and organized. It was definitely not easy to solve.
This kind of background ensured the safety of their arms deal and ensured the interests of both sides.
Xu Yun looked around. There was only one door in this damn place. The door was obviously locked from the inside. Xu Yun was sure that there must be someone guarding the door.
If he wanted to go through the front door, he would definitely alarm the people inside.
There were many people inside and they had the advantage of weapons. Xu Yun would not do such a stupid thing and push himself into trouble.
He thought for a moment and looked up at the roof. The roof of a three-story building usually had a small ventilation window. If there was one, then it would be Xu Yun's opportunity.
Of course, this premise was based on the premise that they were not discussing things on the third floor. If they were discussing things on the third floor, Xu Yun's appearance would definitely alert the enemy.
This was completely gambling. If he did it, there was a 50% chance. If he did not do it, there was no chance at all.
Xu Yun did not need to think for too long. He directly climbed up the drainage pipe on the roof of the building and directly went upstairs. Everything was done quietly.
…
At this moment, in the room, a Caucasian with curly brown hair and a high nose was very arrogant as he took out weapons from a black box.
From small grenades and pistols to large rocket launchers, everything was available.
Behind him sat two Americans with similarly high noses and deep eye sockets. They were smiling and smoking cigars, not worried at all that they would detonate the grenades.
Behind these three Americans were more than ten burly bodyguards.
Opposite them sat Japanese who were a head shorter. The Japanese's subordinates stood neatly behind them with their hands behind their backs. They were dressed in black and looked much more serious than the Americans.
The leader of the Japanese was an old man in his fifties. He looked a little worse for wear. Beside him, his son was arrogant and domineering. He did not seem to care about the Americans at all.
"Mr. Okamoto, I'm afraid you're going to have an eye-opener today. These are all my good stuff." This arrogant Caucasian was called Haywood. Almost everyone in Africa who came into contact with firearms knew him. He was an extremely shrewd American.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. If these things really catch our eye, you won't be short of money." The young man who spoke was Taro Okamoto's son.
This guy was called Nikkawa Okamoto. He was not even 1.6 meters tall. Where did he get the courage to come up with such a name?
Those foreigners were probably bigger than Nikkawa Okamoto's arm …
Taro Okamoto was also short. It must be his genes that ruined his son. He just smiled and did not say anything.
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