Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 258 Arms Dealer Scimitar
Gray Wolf held up the rearview mirror and shifted the gear into reverse.

No one is armed now.

This is a very frustrating situation.

Sometimes when you are on a mission in a special environment and have no defensive weapons, you can only rely on improvisation.

If the other party showed any unusual movement like drawing a gun, he would immediately step on the accelerator, use the car body to knock these uninvited guests away, and then seize the opportunity to run away.

Of course, Song Heping also knew what Gray Wolf was going to do.

After working together for so long, the core members of the company can now understand each other with just a glance. This is tactical tacit understanding.

"Are you here to deal in arms?" Gray Wolf asked.

Song Heping said solemnly, "I don't know. Let's take a look first. If something seems wrong, we'll run away."

Gray Wolf cursed, "I don't feel safe anywhere without a gun."

Song Heping smiled bitterly after hearing this.

People who risk their lives with guns will feel insecure once they leave their guns.

It really is so.

So the gun is the soldier's second life.

This is absolutely true.

The Toyota stopped about five meters away from the Land Rover Defender.

Song Heping still stared at the rearview mirror.

"Hunter, check if this is the contact? What did he tell you on the phone?"

Song Heping asked the hunter in the back seat in a deep voice.

The hunter turned his head and was looking at the car through the rear window when he saw a guy in his twenties wearing red jeans getting out of the Toyota - yes, he was wearing red jeans and colorful clothes. He didn't look like a vicious guy, but rather a bit funny, more like a hip-hop guy.

"I'm here to make a connection..."

The hunter covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"This guy...just said that the guy coming to meet me would wear red pants...but I didn't expect it to be this kind of red..."

The man in red pants was about twenty years old. He walked straight to the Land Rover Defender and knocked on the window.

The hunter opened the car window, stuck his head out and started talking to him in Spanish.

After saying a few words, Red Pants glanced at the people in the car, turned around and swaggered back to his car.

Soon, the Toyota drove off the roadside, passed two Land Rover Defenders and drove forward.

"Follow him," the hunter said. "Their arsenal isn't here; it's in the jungle."

Song Heping looked up and gazed into the distance.

It was a stretch of high mountains.

He remembered that there were two mountains nearby, one of which was nearly six thousand meters above sea level.

Three cars were driving silently on the mountain road.

The road conditions here are not good. They are all mountain roads with rugged surfaces that are not easy to walk on.

After driving for nearly an hour, the Toyota car in front turned right and drove into the woods next to it.

The gray wolf had no choice but to follow.

After entering the woods, I found that there was a small path. It was not wide and could only accommodate one car, with a road surface of about two meters.

After walking for another ten minutes, the Toyota pickup truck in front finally stopped.

The man in red pants appeared in front of everyone again, shouting loudly in Spanish and making gestures, as if he wanted everyone to get out of the car and follow him.

"This damn place is too time-consuming..."

Gray Wolf complained and asked Song Heping, "Should I stay here?"

"Yes, you stay here. Let the Queen stay in the car behind. Everyone else follow me. If there's any movement, drive forward and break in."

When I got off the car, I found that the foot of the mountain was in front of me.

Everyone followed the man in red pants and continued walking into the mountains.

The hunter couldn't help but ask Red Pants: "How far do we have to go?!"

The man in red pants pointed ahead: "It's right in front! Do you see it there?!"

Looking in the direction of his finger, Song Heping finally saw the clue.

There seemed to be two people standing at the foot of the mountain, probably guards or something.

When I got closer, I found that this was a cave.

Those two people were indeed guards, guarding the cave entrance.

As soon as I entered the cave, I heard a low engine sound, a bit like the sound of a generator.

It's a good idea to set up the arsenal in the cave.

Looking at the rock walls in the cave, it seems that the cave was not artificially dug, but formed naturally.

After walking twenty or thirty meters in, the view suddenly opens up.

A spacious cave appeared in front of me. Looking up, I saw that the top of the cave was more than ten meters above the ground. There was faint light coming through. It was much more spacious and brighter than the previous cave.

Looking around, I was even more surprised. In one corner of the cave, there were seven or eight armed men sitting and eating, and the other end was filled with ammunition boxes, weapons and other things.

"Welcome my distinguished guest!"

A guy with a beard, a strong body, a bumpy face, black curly hair and typical South American features stood up from his chair and opened his arms to Song Heping and others.

The man was about forty years old, wearing camouflage pants and a black jacket. He looked very murderous, especially his small eyes. The look in his pupils showed that he was a veteran who had seen blood.

The hunter took the initiative to go up and say hello.

He took on the task of translation this time.

He quickly introduced to the other party who was the boss and who was the person in charge.

The forty-something arms dealer shifted his gaze to Song Heping. Their eyes met briefly in the air, each already knowing that the other was someone to be trifled with.

"You speak English, right?"

The other party suddenly changed the language, which surprised Song Heping a little.

“Yes, I can speak English.”

The arms dealer laughed and said, "My name is Oscar, and everyone calls me 'Machete'."

As he spoke, he patted his waist.

Sure enough, he had two uniquely shaped scimitars hanging around his waist, and the scabbards looked to be made of cowhide, very sturdy and durable.

"My name is Song."

Song Heping stretched out his hand.

The two shook hands.

Machete pointed sideways and said, "The weapons and ammunition are all here. Pick out what you need. Once you've made your selection, I'll give you a discount."

"Ok."

Song Heping did not sense any hostility from Wandao.

business.

We are just doing business.

He makes money and gets his own gun.

It doesn't look tricky or dangerous.

Song Heping walked up to the pile of ammunition and weapons and took a look.

Half of the weapons here are made in the Soviet Union and half are made in the United States.

The models are even more confusing.

We have grandfather-generation rifles from World War II, such as the M1A1 Thompson and the M1 Garand.

As for Soviet-made weapons, most of them are the two most common weapons, AK47 and AKM.

But Song Heping also saw good things.

M4A1 automatic rifle.

This is the latest model of American equipment that Song Heping could find among this pile of weapons.

He picked one up and looked at the gun.

It is used, not brand new. There are some signs of wear and tear on the gun body, and some places are rubbed white.

I removed the magazine and pulled the bolt, looked at the bolt and rifling, and finally took a quick aim. The mechanical sights were not crooked or damaged.

The overall condition is OK.

“This is a nice gun.”

Song Heping said to Wandao, "Do you have any accessories like silencers and night vision scopes for the M4A1 automatic rifle?"

"Have!"

Machete grinned.

It seems that he thinks Song Heping is a big customer.

"Night vision sights are very expensive, though, so I don't have many in stock. I only have three sets. As for the silencers, I have as many as you want, but they're not brand names. I made them myself."

"I made it myself?" Song Heping said, "Can I see it?"

"no problem!"

After saying this, Wandao turned around and walked to the back of the pile of weapons, rummaged through them, and finally carried a box over, placed it in front of Song Heping, and opened the lid in front of him.

When Song Heping took a look, he found that there were indeed silencers in the box, with dozens of tubes.

He picked one up and felt it. It was a bit heavy, probably made of steel.

I took out a small flashlight and shone it into the shooting hole, and I could clearly see the neat partition pieces.

It really does look like that.

"How much is a tube?"

Song Heping tossed the machete in his hand and asked the price.

Scimitar Lion opened his mouth and said, "500 dollars a tube."

$500...

The hunter nearby immediately quit and shouted, "This thing won't cost more than $50!"

"We're all experts, so who doesn't know the cost price?" Machete grinned shamelessly, "Do you think this is selling cigarettes? This is selling weapons and contraband!"

The hunter wanted to argue, but Song Heping stopped him: "Forget it."

He never wastes time on unimportant things.

"Can you let me try and see if it's worth the price?"

"of course can."

Machete was also very generous and took out five bullets and handed them to Song Heping.

"You can try it here, hitting that wall."

He pointed to a stone wall on the right and said.

Song Heping skillfully installed the silencer, then fired a burst of bullets at the stone wall, emptying the magazine.

Puff puff puff puff——

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)