This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There are troops stationed in Mosul, and there are not many armed forces active nearby.

It took Eric and his team less than a week to clear the strongholds in Hunter's file.

Since Melvin was injured, everyone in the team has been extra careful.

There are a lot of weapons and ammunition seized, and many hostages rescued.

They can't provide much help, so they can only arrange to go to Mosul as much as possible.

In the five off-road vehicles heading south, Eric hung up the phone with a tangled face.

"Guys, there is a big business."

Melvin, who was in the co-pilot seat, moved his injured arm, "Captain, is the background difficult or the region?"

"Both."

Hunter, who was driving, quickly grasped the steering wheel, "More difficult than terrorists?"

"The Yemen hotel bombing in December last year and the World Trade Center bombing in February this year were all done by them."

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"Hiss--" Melvin pressed his shoulder, as if the wound was aching.

The only person in the world who has the guts to target America is Osama, who was born into a wealthy family in the construction industry and served as the head of the CIA's office in Pakistan.

Eric leaned back in the back seat and looked at the roof of the car. "The idiots from MI6 want to stir up trouble, and we just happen to have a large number of "black goods" to sell."

"The reward should be very high, right?"

"The other party's offer is three times the usual price. The idiots are responsible for covering our whereabouts."

Hunter said contemptuously: "Captain, their level is just so-so. This is not an easy job.

Movies are movies after all.

The real MI6 is simply a pile of shit.

Intelligence work depends entirely on fabrication, and it is always successfully infiltrated by spies from other countries.

If it weren't for the split of the old Russians two years ago, it would have become the back garden of the KGB long ago.

"So I'm struggling." Eric shook his head and sat up again.

"The buyer offered three times the price, so there should be a big move in the near future.

Even if they don't trade with us, they will look for other sellers. ”

This deal is equivalent to zero cost, and the profit is greenbacks.

“Let’s discuss it with everyone. "

High profits mean high risks.

It's not easy to be an arms dealer, especially if you dare to work in war-torn areas.

After the unanimous agreement of the other 19 people, the big deal was finally taken over.

Eric gave MI6 another condition, that is, not to interfere in their transactions.

Even if it is a subsequent evacuation, no help is needed.

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On Sunday morning,

Northeast Africa, along the Red Sea, at the eastern end of the Sahara Desert.

Five off-road vehicles escorted a large truck full of "cargo" into the Republic of Sudan.

No travel documents are required, and the border checkpoint will release it directly.

The delivery location is not far away, it is on the Sudanese grassland along the Congo River.

Osama came very punctually, almost at the same time.

He was wearing an Arab headscarf, a thick beard, and a bulletproof vest over his white robe.

As soon as Eric got out of the car, more than a dozen of his men raised their guns.

"Calm down, they are not American old men. "Osama seemed to use English on purpose.

The show of strength stopped here, because the opponent was not simple.

He had received CIA training, so of course he could see the details at a glance.

"The goods are all inside." Eric pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the middle truck.

"Time is running out, you'd better hurry up."

Osama motioned to his two men to inspect the goods.

From small AK-47 to large RPG.

Even though it was the first transaction, both parties were not worried about being robbed by the swindlers.

On one side was a rich second-generation who had attended college, and on the other side was a former special forces member with a bit of official background.

"Happy cooperation." Osama motioned to his men to take out three large silver suitcases.

Eric nodded to the team members behind him,

"Happy cooperation, we should leave too."

"I hope we can continue to cooperate."

"Yes. "He shook hands with Osama and got into the SUV.

A total of 20 million US dollars, 1 million more than the original.

There are not many sincere buyers these days, and I don’t know if there is still a chance for cooperation.

The truck left the goods and they returned to the Sahara Desert along the way.

After completing this big deal, they can take a break in the near future.

"Captain, there is a situation." The SUV in the front reported through the intercom.

"Andrew, what happened?"

"There is a person 300 feet in front of us."

Eric stuck his head out of the window and looked over with a telescope.

A dark spot under the blue sky and yellow sand.

It's hot in the summer, isn't it?

Intuition told him that this person was not simple, "Stop the car and prepare for battle."

Less than 50 feet away, the man blocking the road ahead was still motionless.

It seemed that he had heatstroke, but he stood straight.

Hunter smiled and opened the car door, "Is it possible that the buyer just now was cheating and deliberately placed a human bomb here?"

"Idiot! "Melvin opened the safety bolt of his pistol, "He has a degree after all, if he wants to do something, he will just plant some mines or something."

Eric looked serious, "Don't be careless, I always feel that this person is weird."

It was obvious that he was coming for them, and there was only one person.

Even with 20 guns pointing at him, the other party still did not move.

Andrew, who was at the front, stepped forward cautiously.

He was a little confused, because the closer they got to each other, the lower the temperature around them seemed.

"Captain, there is love--" The intercom was shot into the air.

Eric saw clearly that it was a beam of red light.

Wizard?

Coming towards them?

"Fire!"

Andrew, who fell to the ground, couldn't believe what he saw.

The strange man in black actually blocked all the bullets.

"Hehehe--" The chilling sneer drowned out the dense gunfire.

"Lie down!"

Eric's reminder was timely, and all the bullets blocked by the armor spell were poured back.

The other three people at the front fell down.

Shot, life or death unknown.

Obvious hostility.

"Spread out, aim at the wand in his hand!"

The wizard on the opposite side moved.

The tip of his wand pointed to the desert under his feet, forming a solid wall.

Facing an unknown enemy, everyone will show fear.

"Who dares wins!" Melvin hid by the door of the SUV and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand.

The bullet shattered the seemingly thick wall, but the wizard disappeared.

Eric pulled out the tactical dagger hanging on his chest while turning around.

The explosion sound of the apparition was too obvious.

"Sizzle--" The black cloak separated half of the pale face.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the wizard's wand, which he had just aimed at, was held in his hand.

"Are you coming for me?"

The answer was a spell.

"Relax and release--"

"Ka--"

Eric broke the wand before the spell took effect.

Starting from the tip of the wand, the impact with fire spread outward.

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