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Tula also dissuaded, "Mr. Rick, the risk of direct contact is too great, besides, even if you see them, what are you going to do?

There were nearly 200 people there, not counting the rest of the village. These people will never watch you deal with the Mopti partisans.

I think it's better to let him go to inquire about the news first, and we will talk about it after we have the results. "

"I don't like to wait for news too passively. I hope I can be more proactive and understand the situation of the other party. Don't worry, I will naturally have an idea at that time.

As long as you help me arrange to enter that village, I will figure out other things myself. "Lin Rui nodded.

"Well, since you insist so." Tula could only nod her head.

"Boss, what are you going to do? Could it be that it's really up to us to break into the camp of that militia group? This is not your style." Sergey asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's not a rush, you guys do some preparation, help me get a decent car, put weapons on it, and do it like that." Lin Rui patted Sergey on the shoulder.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Sergey was a little confused.

"Let's change our identity and go there as an arms dealer. Where a group of mercenaries go, it will definitely arouse suspicion. But an arms dealer won't attract so much attention." Lin Rui smiled slightly.

"I understand, you want to take the opportunity to contact that militia group and find out where their arms come from." Sausage nodded.

"That's right." Lin Rui whispered.

A day later, in the village of Britti in central Mali. Several cars were parked outside the village, and Lin Rui got out of the car. He was wearing a gray suit, a pair of sunglasses, and a cigar in his mouth.

Yelena took his arm and walked into the village.

The players around them all looked like bodyguards.

"Stop, who are you?" A militant came out and stopped them.

"We're here to talk to the village chief. Someone has made an appointment for us." Lin Rui spit out a chimney.

"Talking about business? What kind of business?" The militant looked at him and said.

"It's just a small business." Lin Rui shook his head, "It's not worth mentioning."

"What's on the car?" The militant asked suspiciously.

"Just some cargo samples." Lin Rui replied.

Two more militants came over immediately, checked their car, and whispered a few words to the man.

The face of the previous militant changed greatly, "Your car is full of weapons!"

"They are weapons, but it depends on how you look at them. If you think of them as a means of killing, then they are naturally weapons.

But if you think of it as something that makes money, then they're goods, they're commodities. We are just like the small traders who come to your village often. "Lin Rui laughed out loud.

"Are you arms dealers?" The militant's expression softened a little.

"Actually, it's not just arms, we do everything. Including, but not limited to arms." Lin Rui smiled.

"Do you have an appointment?" the militant asked.

"Yes, someone recommended us to come here. The village chief should have already said hello." Lin Rui replied.

"Okay, you go in, but the vehicles and weapons must stay outside." The militant waved.

"Of course you can. However, if the village chief wants to see the samples, please drive me in the car." Lin Rui waved at Scarface.

After Scarface got out of the car with the brothers, he threw the car keys in his hand to the militant. "The goods on the car, it is best not to disturb."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the militant, he asked other militants to take them into the village.

The village chief in this village seems to be very young, only in his 40s at most. Since the Fulani informant had greeted the village chief before, the village chief politely let them into the room.

Lin Rui saluted the village chief and elders according to the etiquette of ***, and said in Arabic: The blessing of God is on you.

The village chief and several elders in the village also returned their salutes according to the etiquette, and only asked after everyone sat down.

"I don't know, what do you guys have to do with us?" The village chief looked at Lin Rui and asked.

Lin Rui nodded, "Although I am a foreigner, I have also heard of the traditions of the Fulani people. It is said that for the Fulani, courage and fearlessness are a must.

The Fulani people have a traditional festival called Sharo Festival, which is a festival to exercise the willpower of young people. At the beginning of the festival, the young people are grouped according to age, put on a beating posture, chanting words in their mouths, and whipped by their peers.

At this time, not only can the beaten not cry out in pain, but also keep a smile. If they shake a little, they will be regarded as cowards. Married men can also participate, but they are afraid of the pain at a higher price, which is the loss of their wives. dont know if it is like this? "

"Yes. We do have such a festival." An elder nodded.

"I heard that your Fulani village was attacked by bandits before, and I deeply sympathize with this. So I think it should be impossible for the Fulani to just swallow it up.

I think you should want revenge? After all, revenge is also a tradition. "Lin Rui asked slowly.

"What do you mean by that, sir? We have never preached violence, we have called for love, forgiveness and tolerance. But if we are violated and our homeland trampled, then we must call for a fight against the attackers and aggressors to end Aggression against us." The village chief said calmly and authentically.

"Then I've come to the right place." Lin Rui slapped his thigh, "If you want to resist the mob attack, you must have weapons. Although the Fulani people are brave nomads, they also need weapons to arm themselves.

You need weapons ~www.readwn.com~ and I can provide them. "

"So you're saying that Mr. is an arms dealer?" the village chief asked in a low voice.

"It's not a businessman, it's just a peddler." Lin Rui shook his head, "But I can still do it by providing a few hundred people's arms. And out of my friendship with the Fulani, I can try my best to give You are cheap."

"How low is the price?" the village chief asked after thinking about it.

"I can lower the price by 20% than the market price. The village chief should understand that this price has already squeezed the profit to the limit." Lin Rui said in a low voice.

"The price is 20% lower..." The village chief was a little surprised, and discussed it with several other elders for a while. Then he asked Lin Rui tentatively, "So, how much do you have?"

"It depends on how much you need? In fact, not only your village, but other surrounding villages can supply them if they need it.

Although my business is not very large, it has always been able to meet the needs of customers. "Lin Rui smiled and said boldly.