Ammli town is located on a deserted Gobi Desert. Ammli means paradise. Although the low dirt houses are staggered, they look gray and exudes the atmosphere of poverty and backwardness. There is no green plant in the whole town, but there are many pedestrians on the streets. From time to time, a car rushed past the gray road, and there is no trace of paradise. This name may be a desire?

At dusk, the setting sun was as bloody as dyed the west sky red. The high temperature had not yet dissipated, scorching the town. A dusty off-road vehicle rushed into the town, then slowly slowed down and stopped at the entrance of a bar. The bar in the town not only provided accommodation, meals, and drinking and partying.

The car door opened, dust slipped, and a man came out, wearing sunglasses, sun hat, a plaid shirt, and a pair of plaid shorts. He looked like a first-time business second-generation rich second-generation vendor. It was Yang Zheng who had investigated before that, and this kind of outfit was close to many people who were in the local area.

Yang Zheng quickly glanced around quietly, and recorded the environment, where it was suitable for snipers, where it was suitable for Tibetans, where it was suitable for retreat, etc., so he knew it. At this time, Matos and others also came down, wearing desert camouflage T-shirts, combat pants, and explosion-proof boots, quickly surrounded Yang Zheng and played the role of a bodyguard.

The five people came to the bar and found a seat to sit down. The people who were drinking looked sideways and looked at each other secretly. Yang Zheng glanced around and saw people of all kinds of skin colors, including adventure merchants and mercenaries who came here to do business. The bar service staff came over and asked enthusiastically: "Boss, what do you need?"

"A piece of cold beer." Yang Zheng said casually.

"Okay, wait." The service staff agreed to leave.

Yang Zheng sat carelessly, putting one leg on the table, leaning back, and even not even bothering to take off his sunglasses. He looked around with a second-generation ancestor in secret. Matos and others stood in four directions, without hiding their vigilance on their faces, and interpreting the identity of a bodyguard very well.

Not long after, the service staff brought a large glass of beer, yellow, poured a glass, and said enthusiastically: "Boss, this is the beer brewed by our store, you can try it."

Yang Zheng waved his hand to signal the other party to leave. The service staff also knew the rules very well. He knew that those who came here were either bold and fearless of death or had a weird temper and were not easy to mess with. He left quickly. Matos came forward, picked up the beer in the cup and drank it dry, put the cup and retreated, giving people a look of testing the poison.

In fact, this is true. In a strange environment, safety is the first priority. Mattos dares not let Yang Zheng take the risk. If he gets the trick, no one can afford the consequences.

After a while, Matos was fine. Yang Zheng picked up the thorn cup and drank it directly. After drinking the iced beer, all the pores on his body were opened, and they were extremely happy. The heat of the day was wiped out. Yang Zheng took a few sips, put the thorn cup, continued to lean back, looking at rest.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came over with a smile. Matos stepped forward and blocked the other party. His eyes were not good, and the other party was not angry. He stopped tactfully and said with a smile: "Talk to your boss to talk about business?"

"Are we the boss you can see whenever you want?" Mattos said impatiently, full of airs.

Seeing Matos so arrogant, the other party became more and more sure that Yang was a child of a wealthy man or even a family member. His face became even more smiling and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I am the owner of this bar and I am quite familiar with the local area. I can say anything if I need it."

"Get out--" Mattos said indifferently.

The tactic of hard-to-get is most effective for strangers. The bar owner is becoming more and more sure that Yang Zheng’s identity is not simple, otherwise how could the bodyguards around him dare to be so arrogant? He smiled and said, "Then I wish you good fortune." He turned around and left.

Yang Zheng knew it was time to play, otherwise he would have acted, and pretended to be impatient and said, "Come back."

The bar owner quickly turned around, Matos took a step back and made way. The bar owner stepped forward a few minutes and kept a distance of two meters from Yang Zheng. This was a safe distance. They would feel more comfortable with each other. If they were closer, they would feel psychologically stressed. The bar owner smiled and said, "Boss, what are your instructions?"

"What you ordered depends on whether you have enough strength. What did you say just now? By the way, you said you are a local, and you can solve anything?" Yang Zheng asked pretending to be questioned.

"If I can't solve it in this town, I guess I can't solve it. As long as I can afford the money, you can burn my bar." The bar owner said confidently.

Yang Zheng sneered disdainfully. Of course, everything can be done with money. What does it have to do with whom? Anyone can do it, but Yang Zheng didn't point it out and pretended to ask casually: "Can you get a gun?"

"No problem, which one is needed?" said the bar owner confidently.

"Then let's just take a look at the ten m468 carbines. You need brand new ones. As for bullets, each gun is equipped with a base bullet. What's the price?" Yang Zheng asked questioningly, his legs on the table, and he didn't look at the other person directly, but his eyes were squinting, locking the micro-expression on the other person's face to determine whether the other person was lying.

The m468 special carbine is portable and easy to control, has reliable action, has a long range, and has good shooting accuracy. Its end point effect is much better than the NATO standard 5.56mm bullet. It can be said that the Barret Firearm Manufacturing Company provides a more powerful and easier to carry melee weapon for special combat troops, and is also a weapon that is easy to use under extreme desert conditions.

The embassy only has pistols. Weapons suitable for desert combat are not ordinary guns that can be competent, but they need to be purchased separately. Fortunately, before coming, Matos mentioned that the town can buy and sell weapons freely, which is expensive.

The bar owner couldn't figure out where Yang Zheng came from, thought for a while, and said, "Ten thousand meters of gold, including a gun, a holographic scope and a cardinal bullet, what do you think?"

This price is a bit expensive, but it is not surprising that it is more expensive in such a place. Yang Zheng pretended to be angry and said, "It's so expensive? Although I don't care about the money, do you look like a fool? I'll give you a chance in the end, is there any camel?"

Buying a gun in this town is open and no one will doubt it, but if you really buy it and buy so many, you will definitely be suspected, leaving hidden dangers, and you have to be careful.

"No problem, are you renting or buying?" The bar owner couldn't figure out Yang Zheng's real needs, but he answered patiently.

"Do I look like someone who has no money to buy?" Yang Zheng asked back with a wealthy and arrogant look.

The bar owner hesitated for a moment and prepared to make a quote. Yang Zheng interrupted impatiently, "Okay, okay, talk to my bodyguard while talking to me, don't affect my drinking."

"Please," Matos said pretending to be impatient.
Chapter completed!