It's interesting to say.
The reason they only had pistols on them was because Salah was worried that his men would rebel and did not allow them to be equipped with heavy firepower in the camp.
This is to prevent someone from taking the lead in a rebellion, as the firepower will be too strong to be suppressed.
He himself never dreamed that someone would be so bold as to attack his camp directly.
However, when they wanted to go to the armory, it was too late.
Makyem took the lead, carrying a Gatling gun on his back, and fired at them mercilessly.
Each of his men was holding a rifle and following him with rifles on his left and right.
Although these rifles are of very poor quality, the guy who deals with this group of small pistols can easily do it.
In the main camp, Salah was drinking red wine and having fun with three white women when he was suddenly frightened by the explosion outside.
But like those soldiers, he did not expect someone to attack, so his first reaction was anger.
"What did that blind bastard do again?! These losers never give me a single minute of peace of mind. Someone, come and take a look!"
Upon hearing this, his trusted subordinates immediately ran out.
The white girls immediately snuggled up to Salah and said, "Don't be angry. If those guys were smart, they would be the boss."
"Yes! If everyone were as capable as you, the world would be in chaos."
Salah enjoyed the flattery of the beauties and was immediately overjoyed when he heard the words. He hugged them and kissed them.
When they were kissing passionately, their trusted subordinate ran in in a panic.
"Boss, something bad has happened! Someone's breaking in!"
"What? What did you say?"
Salah stood up suddenly, doubting his ears.
The trusted subordinate had no choice but to shout again: "Someone is breaking in!"
Now Salah was sure that he was not hallucinating, someone really called.
"Who is it! Who is so bold!"
"Boss, it's too late to investigate who it is now. The patrolling guards and sentries outside didn't notice them, and they rushed in directly. It's obvious that they came prepared. Boss, quickly organize a counterattack!"
After hearing what his men said, Salah calmed down.
right!
Don't panic.
This is his territory, why are you panicking?
The people outside were people he didn't trust that much, and they were not as elite troops. The real fighting power was on his side.
"Send the order immediately, take up arms, and fight back!"
Of course, he didn't have any particularly clever way to fight back. He just took the gun and did it with his eyes closed!
This world is just a huge makeshift team.
Salah's ability to sit in this position is not due to his intelligence and power, but his luck of taking the initiative and huge wealth.
He has no talent for commanding wars, nor can he manage his subordinates. His only advantage is probably that he is strong in business, has good luck and vision, and can always get good goods.
After receiving the order, his subordinates could only go out like headless flies to convey his instructions, asking everyone to pick up their rifles and go out to fight.
Soon, the entire camp was filled with artillery fire!
…
Late at night in the courtyard, the rough man sat in the house, eating edamame and drinking strong liquor, feeling very unhappy.
In the afternoon he went to meet those Tyrande clients.
He wanted to give the other party a few days' grace, but he didn't expect the other party to ask him to pay compensation, leaving no room for negotiation.
No one in this line of work is easy to mess with.
Those clients of Tyrande also had powerful backers, and he couldn't afford to offend them. He had no choice but to pay a huge sum of money in the end.
After giving out such a large sum of money, his life would become very difficult.
Not to mention that his goods were robbed, which dealt a huge blow to his reputation. Several clients who were negotiating orders with him cancelled their cooperation.
Just to say that the funds he has on hand now are pitifully small.
Why!
never mind.
This is how the business is. If you have no skills, no backing, and no sufficient funds, you will just be taken advantage of.
He decided to retire and return home to do business in his country. There was no need for him to stay here anymore.
"Brother Mang, the Salah camp was attacked!"
Suddenly, Sister Ping came over and handed him the phone.
The reckless man was stunned for a moment. When he picked up the phone, his expression immediately became extremely solemn: "Are you sure? Was it Makjem who did it?"
"I'm sure, 100% sure. Ever since Salah hijacked our goods, I've been watching the camp. At 11 o'clock tonight, someone raided it, and I saw Makheem. Even though he was wearing a turban, his size and build made it clear who he was!"
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in the reckless man's eyes.
Compared to Salah, Makheem is much easier to deal with. He is a reasonable person and someone who can negotiate.
As long as Makheem kills Salah, the goods will fall into his hands.
When the time comes, he can go and talk to Makyem, give him some benefits, and get the goods out. At worst, he can just supply them to him in the future, right?
Although paying tribute would result in loss of profits, it was like finding a backer, so he could continue to do this job!
"Keep watching. I think Makheem can do it. If he replaces Salah, we will all have a chance to survive. Tomorrow, I will take people to negotiate with him."
Sister Ping was also very excited: "Great, we are saved. We were counting on Gu Fei's funds to tide us over."
"he?"
The reckless man immediately showed a look of disdain when he heard this.
"Do you remember what bet that guy made with me?"
Sister Ping just smiled and said nothing, with a sarcastic look on her face.
Of course she remembered. Didn’t she say she wanted to get rid of Salah?
Haha, even Makyem has to pay a huge price for this, it would be strange if a pretty boy like him could do it.
She sat down next to the reckless man and teased him, "Hey, do you think he'll use the excuse that Salah was taken away by Makheem and he has no chance?"
The reckless man snorted, "I don't care what excuses he makes. From the beginning to the end, I never took that guy seriously. But he argued with me in front of so many of my men and refused to give me face. Even if he admits defeat, I will retaliate and make him unhappy!"
Sister Ping smiled and said, "I think it's okay. Let's go talk to Makjem tomorrow and then go find Gu Fei immediately to see what excuse he can come up with."
…
In Salah's camp, the battle has reached a fever pitch.
Gu Fei and Yang Pan'er stared at the computer screen without blinking. Although the thermal images were blurred in many places, Lao Qiao and Xiong Ying's excellent eyesight and judgment still helped them to accurately distinguish between the enemy and their own people.
"At two o'clock, there are eight men with submachine guns hiding on one side of the corridor! Makjem, pay attention to your right, there are guns mounted on the wall!"
"There are two people attacking at six o'clock. Be careful, get out of the way!"
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