Super Zombie Factory

　　 "Gentlemen, talk about it all."

　　 In a villa on the outskirts of Port Sudan, although it is night, it is brightly lit. Around the villa, an unknown number of looters were walking around, guarding here.

　　 In a meeting room, the shaggy Occam sat on the head.

　　 There are more than a dozen mercenary leaders and bosses of different colors from all over the world, but Occam sits on the top, but there is no problem at all, because he has this qualification.

　　 Occam said, the people below who were still talking before closed their mouths, and the whole venue became serious.

　　 Everyone present exudes a sturdy atmosphere.

Occam was not in a hurry, he beckoned, and a sturdy black man in a camouflage uniform delivered a cigar to Occam, and Occam was carefully trimmed and then lit and smoked. .

　　 Those who can be invited by Occam here are not ordinary people.

　　 can crush them, Occam has the capital, he is the sixth mercenary leader in the world, that is, the boss in the face. This time he came to Sudan, he was also the most prestigious one. The appointment of them is naturally related to the special situation of Sudan.

　　 Damn helmeted mercenaries, their current behavior is no different from cutting people’s money and killing their parents.

　　 It turned out that they would make a fortune from the counter-armed forces as they grew stronger. Who could have imagined that the helmet mercenaries that had sprung up for some reason would completely confuse this market.

　　 When I first started, I was still able to receive orders, but now I can’t receive orders at all.

　　 The price is kept low by the Sudanese government, and people still trust helmet mercenaries.

　　Men's mercenaries, born to death, are completely using their lives to make money, who will take risks with less money? But the current market is very low, only three-fifths of what it used to be. Even if it is next, let alone making a profit, it is good to be able to save money.

　　 Weapon requires money, ammunition also requires money, and for every subordinate lost, at least $200,000 in compensation.

　　 One third of a cigar was smoked, and the people below finally stopped being silent.

　　 Harold is a white man. He has European pride. His chin is slightly raised: "Mr. Occam, what are your plans, tell me."

　　All the people present were full of fire.

　　 originally thought it was a gluttonous feast, but who would have thought that in the end, he didn't even earn the money for the boat ticket. The food, drink and Lazarus of a mercenary here is a big expense.

　　 Mercenaries also have a minimum guarantee, which is at least $100 a day.

　　 There are 70 lads under Harold who followed to eat, and that day is $7,000. Like this kind of day without income, this number is not a small number.

　　 It’s better like the team, but some individual mercenaries are miserable. They are usually lavish. How many mercenaries are now a problem with food, not to mention ferry tickets.

　　 It can be said that the mercenary market in Sudan has been messed up by this helmet mercenary.

　　 "Mr. Occam, we will do what you say."

　　 "Destroy a mercenary with a helmet."

　　 "Come to death this bitch, I've long seen her displeased."

　　Many of the mercenaries were ruthless men who became renunciations halfway through. They were so rude and shouted one after another.

　　 The entire conference room seemed to have been lit up, but the usually calm mercenary leaders had their eyes red. There is no way, it is that their lives are a bit too miserable now, a few of them ran for nothing, and they did not get anything.

　　Looking at the current situation, when the helmeted mercenaries are so fierce, the counter-armed forces in Sudan will soon disappear. What else is there for them?

　　 As for the stability of the country and the life and death of the Sudanese, they do not care.

　　 If every country is like China, this industry will simply disappear.

　　 Occam smiled, which is exactly what he wanted.

　　 "Flap!" Occam clapped his palms, and the voice on the scene soon stopped. Everyone, all looking at Occam, wanted to know what Occam had planned.

　　 Occam was not hypocritical either, his eyes flashed fiercely, and said: "Gentlemen, you have seen the situation now, this stinky lady does not give us a way to survive, so why should we give her a way to survive?"

　　 "Destroy the helmet mercenaries and retake this market."

　　 The plan that Occam threw out, the people present did not have too many surprises, because in past history, it was almost always the case. Anyone who threatens the interests of everyone is eliminated from the top, once and for all, they have always been in this business anyway, killing people is like eating meals to them.

　　Like in Syria, they did it before.

　　 These people who disappeared can be said to have been killed by the counter-armed forces and government forces.

　　 In their eyes, there are only benefits, there is no right or wrong.

　　 "Mr. Occam, we agree."

　　 The mercenary chiefs all showed ruthless expressions. If this continues, they will all drink the wind. In another country, what would other people think of them? Do you want to get stuck in this business?

　　 "Very good gentlemen." Occam knew this would happen for a long time. He said, "Everyone knows the sturdiness of helmet mercenaries. There is no absolute firepower and number. It is difficult to destroy them."

　　 When it comes to interests, it is naturally necessary to discuss.

　　 Just now one by one indignant employment

The mercenary chiefs were silent again.

Occam, who seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, chuckled and said: "Three days ago, I contacted General Motley of the counter-armed forces, and the other party was willing to provide 150 million US dollars to kill the helmeted mercenaries. "

　　Occam's voice fell, and everyone in the conference room boiled.

　　 150 million US dollars is definitely a figure that makes them crazy. In their eyes, sometimes they stand on the side of the government and sometimes stand on the side of the counter-arms. There are no fixed numbers. They will help whoever pays the high price.

　　 To put it bluntly, the war between each other is money.

Don’t think that the counter-armed forces must be very poor. In fact, who doesn’t know that they have some very complicated relationships behind them. A large amount of international money is transferred to their accounts, so that they can squander them, so as to achieve something that others don’t know. Transactions.

　　 The counter-armed forces that had been beaten badly, this time also went fiercely.

　　 150 million U.S. dollars, in this kind of place, enough to arm a force of thousands of people.

　　 From this point of view, it is not difficult to see that the life of the counter-armed forces is also difficult, and the helmeted mercenaries have caused psychological obstacles.

"I have two hundred people, and two armored vehicles and ten sniper rifles are provided at the same time." Occam was also fierce. He said, "If you do one vote, you will get it all back. In addition, the general promised to wait for the helmet mercenaries to be destroyed. Later, he will release some high-paying commissions."

　　 "Mr. Occam, I can produce a hundred people, all of them are great boys."

　　 "Mr. Occam, Fire Wolf can produce a hundred people."

　　 "I have fifty people, a modified armored car."

　　 "Our entire team participated, one hundred and fifty people."

　　 Driven by huge interests, there will be no more than a thousand people. This is a large number, accounting for almost one-third of the number of mercenaries in Sudan.

　　 150 million can use so many people, in fact, it is evenly divided, which is only enough for expenses.

　　 But what they fancy is the follow-up benefit.

　　Without helmet mercenaries, everyone has a job, and are you afraid of not making money?

Occam lightly pressed with his hand and said: "Everyone will register, we will divide the money. General Motley will cooperate with us. Once the helmet mercenary receives a commission, General Motley will arrange one. The trap comes."

　　 It seems simple, but Occam understands that things are not that simple.

　　, after all, is to help the counter-armed forces, they need to do some disguise, so as not to have a bad impact on the international community. In addition, how not to alert the helmet mercenaries is also a problem.

　　…………

　　 Sultan’s night is actually a city that never sleeps.

　　 The mercenaries scattered here provide a kind of abnormal prosperity. Following this, some women also followed and started a skin-and-flesh business here, making it difficult for Lu Chuan to believe it.

　　 I am used to staying in China, and here, it is definitely a kind of mental shock.

　　 Luchuan didn't go anywhere, but spent the night in the hotel.

　　 In a foreign land, Lu Chuan's sleep quality is average.

　 When I got up the next day, the female gun **** Xia Min was already standing in front of Lu Chuan respectfully. This time, it came quietly, and with its ability, naturally no one would find out.

　　 If people know that Xia Min, who is like the goddess of murder and war, is just like the next person, I am afraid that they will be unbelievable. Once exposed, Lu Chuan's identity will definitely cause an uproar.

　　 "Boss."

　　 Xia Min gave a military salute. He used to be a special soldier. After being strengthened by Lu Chuan, he was put on top-notch marksmanship, and he was completely like a top soldier. No, it should be said that the top soldier king is in the hands of Xia Min.

　　 Ten times to strengthen, possess high fighting skills, super imagination.

　　 Lu Chuan nodded, and said, "Don't come here by yourself next time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your current status is different. It's not good to be discovered."

　　 Everything that happened here in Sudan seemed to be peaceful, but Lu Chuan knew that secretly, he didn't know how many national intelligence organizations were staring here, and everyone's every move was under their control.

　　 The rise of Xia Min during this period of time must have been noticed by various countries, and even said that Xia Min was under surveillance.

　　 Xia Min nodded and said, "Yes, boss."

　　 Lu Chuan has now completed the disguise, and no one will overlap with the previous Lu Chuan in appearance. He stood up and said, "Let's go to the station."

　　 With the current status of helmeted mercenaries in Sudan, it is not a problem to ask the government for a place.

　　 Outside of Port Sudan, many places are extremely desolate and it is not difficult to draw a piece.

　　 Xia Min was also disguised, so the group left the hotel without attracting much attention. After getting on an off-road vehicle, Xia Min drove himself, and it took ten minutes to leave Port Sudan.

　　 Outside the Port of Sudan, there are some desolate land, a small amount of which can be seen farming, but more wasteland.

　　 There is not a lot of traffic, it is all old cars, some of them are even broken and still driving. Many cars have bullet holes in them, revealing the atmosphere of war.

　　 The station is actually a small village outside of Port Sudan. There is actually no one here. I don’t know if it was killed or escaped. It was temporarily used by helmeted mercenaries.