Tula also spoke out to discourage, "Mr. Rick, the risk of direct contact is too great, besides, what do you plan to do even if you see them?

There are nearly 200 people there, and not counting the others in the village. These people will never watch you deal with the Mopti guerrillas.

I think we should let him find out the news first, and we will talk about it when the results are obtained. "

"I don't like to be too passive to wait for news. I hope to be more active and understand the situation of the other party. Don't worry, I will naturally have an idea then.

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

"Well, if you insist so much." Tula can only nodded.

"Boss, what are you going to do? Are you really relying on us to forcefully break into the camp of that militia group? This is not like your style." Sergey asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's not a hard drive. You guys make some preparations, help me get a decent car, put weapons on the car, and do it like that." Lin Rui patted Sergey on the shoulder.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Sergey was puzzled.

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

"I see, you want to take the opportunity to contact that militia group and figure out the source of their arms." Sausage nodded.

"That's right." Lin Rui whispered.

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

Yelena walked into the village holding his arm.

The players around them all looked like bodyguards.

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

"We are here to discuss business with the village chief. Someone made an appointment for us." Lin Rui spit out the flue.

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

"It's just a little business." Lin Rui shook his head, "Not enough."

"What's in the car?" the militant asked suspiciously.

"Just some samples of goods." Lin Rui replied.

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

The previous militant's face changed drastically, "Your cars are all weapons!"

"They are indeed weapons, but it depends on how you look at them. If you use them as tools for murder, they are naturally weapons.

But if you regard it as something to make money, then they are goods, commodities. We are just like the small vendors who often come to your village. "Lin Rui laughed loudly.

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

"In fact, it's not just arms, we do all business. Including, but not limited to arms." Lin Rui smiled.

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

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

"Well, you go in, but the vehicles and weapons have to stay outside." The militant waved.

"Of course it is possible. However, if the village chief wants to see the samples, I would trouble you to drive me in." Lin Rui waved to Scarface.

After Scarface took the brothers out of the car, he threw the car key in his hand to the militant. "The cargo on the car, it's best not to move around."

Seeing that there was no problem, the militant asked the other militants to take them into the village.

The head of this village seems to be very young, only in his 40s at most. Since the Fulani informant had greeted the village head before, the village head gave them to the room very kindly.

Lin Rui bowed to the village head and elders in accordance with the *** etiquette and said in Arabic: God’s blessings are on you.

The village chief and several elders in the village also responded in accordance with the etiquette, and only asked after everyone sat down.

"I don't know, how many people are looking for us?" The village chief looked at Lin Rui and said.

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

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, young people were grouped according to their ages, posing as being beaten, chanting words, and being beaten by their peers.

At this time, the person who was beaten not only could not shout pain, but also kept smiling. If he wavered a little, he would be regarded as a coward. Married men can also participate, but their fear of pain is even more costly, that is, losing their wives. dont know if it is like this? "

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

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

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

"What does sir mean? We never preach violence, but call for love, forgiveness, and tolerance. But if we are violated and our homes are trampled on, then we must call for the fight against the attackers and invaders to end Aggression against us." The village chief said calmly.

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

You need weapons, and I can provide them. "

"So Mr. is an arms dealer?" the village chief asked in a low voice.

"I can't talk about a merchant, just a hawker." Lin Rui shook his head, "But I can do it with hundreds of people armed. And because of my friendship with the Fulani people, I can give as much as possible. Your low prices."

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

"I can be 20% lower than the price on the market. The village head should understand that this price has already pushed the profit to the limit." Lin Rui whispered.

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

"It depends on how much you need? In fact, not only in your village, but in other surrounding villages, if there is a need, I can also provide it.

Although my business is not very big, it has always been able to meet the needs of customers. "Lin Rui smiled, speaking out without shame.