When they reached the coordinates of 300 meters, the team stopped. Wang Zhen observed carefully with a night vision goggle. He could already see the vehicle covered by Jilib.

After careful observation for 10 minutes, the few people moved forward again and searched several hundred meters around. Wang Zhen didn't feel relieved until it was confirmed that it was safe.

After battling with the air for six or seven hours...there is no big mistake.

When he came to the car, he took off the camouflage cloth and took a look inside. Boxes of ammunition were still there. Wang Zhen grinned and laughed loudly.

He ordered the poet to be on guard with a hand-held infrared night vision device, and the others tore the whole jellybu off. Wang Zhen called on several people to jump into the car, took tactical flashlights, pried open the wooden box, and began to inspect it.

To sell arms, you must first know what they are selling.

Move it around, record it, confirm it.

The batch of goods sold to Ace Ace were all small arms, and most of them were Russian equipment.

AK-47, 300 pieces, 15 boxes.

M43 intermediate ammunition, 200 boxes, standard 550-round small box.

FAL, 100 pieces, 10 boxes.

7.62NATO ammunition, 50 boxes, standard 450-round small box.

Explosives, 10 boxes.

RPG, 30 pieces, warhead, 100 rounds.

"Damn, this is enough for a battalion of armed terrorists." Guo Jingyun looked a little stunned.

"How much is it worth?" asked the donkey.

"The devil knows." Wang Zhen closed the box, sat down on it, sighed, and said with some disappointment: "If calculated according to the price given to Faisal, these can be worth 3 million, but I also know that it is impossible.

I would be satisfied with 1 million."
Chapter completed!