170: This price is almost halved!

Watching Ismael and his group walk away, Ernesto's expression turned somber again.

He turned around and scanned his subordinates in the valley.

"Listen up, everyone!" he barked. "Everyone! Get familiar with this equipment immediately!"

"At top speed! If anyone dares to mess up, I'll feed them to the dogs!"

"Trusted aide!" He pointed at the guy he had slapped.

"You're in charge! Get everyone moving! These treasures must be transported back to our base within three days!" "To avoid any complications, I don't want those damn Government Army soldiers to find out!"

"Yes! Boss!" The Trusted aide replied loudly, clutching his face.

In the valley, the drug traffickers immediately sprang into action under Ernesto's command.

They excitedly jumped onto tanks and climbed into armored vehicles, clumsily fumbling with these brand-new war machines.

Ernesto stood on the hillside watching it all, the madness and hatred deep in his eyes seemingly enough to set the entire night sky ablaze.

Meanwhile, in Damascus, Crescent Nation.

In a luxury hotel suite, the air was thick with the rich aroma of coffee.

Jameson sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee and savoring it slowly.

Sitting across from him was a man in traditional robes, Aziz Audah.

Aziz Audah's face showed fatigue, but his eyes were exceptionally firm.

He looked at Jameson and said sincerely, "Mr. Jameson, thank you for your suggestion last time."

"Following your advice, I visited several brother nations and finally raised enough funds."

He pulled a check from his pocket and placed it gently on the table. The check clearly displayed the figure of 150 million US dollars.

"I've come this time hoping to procure a batch of weapons from you." Aziz Audah's gaze fell on Jameson.

"I need these weapons to strike back at those damn Israel invaders!"

"They are eyeing our land and our faith! We can no longer sit and wait for death!"

He paused, his tone becoming even more earnest: "Mr. Jameson, you are an expert in this field."

"Your suggestion last time was a great inspiration to us. Now, I hope to receive your help."

Jameson set down his coffee cup, a gentle smile appearing on his face. He glanced at the check on the table.

"Mr. Aziz, it's a pleasure to see you again." Jameson's voice was deep and magnetic.

"The efforts you've made for your cause are admirable. Since you trust me, I will naturally do my best to help."

He picked up a pen from the table and wrote down a few words on a piece of paper.

"First, for the most basic weapon, I recommend the AK-47 rifle. It's reliable, durable, and easy to operate, making it perfect for your fighters."

Jameson pointed to the AK-47 on the paper.

"We can offer a price of 800 dollars per unit, which includes one magazine and basic maintenance tools."

"As for ammunition, it's 600 dollars per ten thousand rounds. You can decide the quantity to purchase based on your needs."

Aziz Audah listened intently, nodding from time to time.

"Besides rifles, considering you'll be facing the Israel military."

"They have powerful armored units and attack helicopters, so you'll also need some heavy equipment."

Jameson continued, "I suggest you procure a batch of smaw rocket launchers."

"This weapon is very effective against light armored targets and can even pose a threat to main battle tanks."

"Additionally, man-portable air-defense systems are also essential."

"They can effectively suppress the enemy's aerial advantage from helicopters and protect your ground troops."

"Finally, mortars. They are a cheap and effective fire support weapon that can provide necessary cover and suppression for your infantry."

Jameson stopped and looked at Aziz Audah.

"I can provide you with detailed information on the models, performance, and prices of these weapons."

"Mr. Aziz, these are all equipment combinations we have carefully selected for you, which are most suitable for your current situation."

"I believe that with these weapons, your fighters will have more confidence and a better capability to defend your home."

Aziz Audah leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Jameson.

"Mr. Jameson, you mentioned this smaw rocket launcher... Can it really deal with Israel's main battle tanks?"

"Also, what is its price?"

Jameson held up two fingers.

"The normal market price for one set, including the launcher and five rockets, is about 18,000 dollars."

Aziz Audah's face instantly fell.

If they bought a hundred sets, that would be 1.8 million dollars, and that wasn't even counting the subsequent ammunition refills.

Although his budget was 150 million, it had been pooled together by countless brothers tightening their belts; every penny had to be spent where it mattered most.

Seeing Aziz Audah's visible disappointment, Jameson changed his tone, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"However, Mr. Aziz, you are my friend."

"To support your righteous cause, I can give you a 'friend price'."

He retracted one finger, leaving only one.

"10,000 dollars."

"One set, also including five high-explosive rockets."

"How about it?"

Aziz Audah's eyes widened suddenly; he could hardly believe his ears.

"10,000... dollars?"

He confirmed tremulously.

"Yes, 10,000 dollars," Jameson nodded affirmatively. "This price is for you only."

Aziz Audah stood up excitedly, gripped Jameson's hands tightly, and shook them vigorously.

"Mr. Jameson! You are truly a benefactor of our cause! Allah will bless you!"

This was almost slashed in half!

This was no longer just doing business; it was practically charity!

He knew very well that although this large-caliber rocket launcher was meant for light armored targets...

If aimed accurately at the side or rear armor, it could pose a sufficient threat to main battle tanks.

With it, his fighters would no longer have to use their own flesh and blood to face those steel monsters!

Jameson smiled and pulled back his hands, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Don't get too excited, Mr. Aziz; this is just the beginning."

"Let's talk about man-portable air-defense systems."

Jameson's expression became serious.

"Israel's attack helicopters, especially the apache, pose a huge threat to ground troops."

"You must have countermeasures; otherwise, you're just sitting ducks."

Aziz Audah nodded in deep agreement, his face also becoming solemn.

Threats from the sky were equally lethal.

"What do you recommend? Mr. Jameson, my budget... to be honest, is still a bit tight."

"I need cost-effective options."

"I understand."

Jameson wrote down two models on the paper.

"SAM-18, the latest model of the Igla air-defense missile. Its performance is excellent, with strong anti-jamming capabilities and a long range. 150,000 dollars per set."

Aziz Audah's heart sank again.

Jameson saw his predicament, and his finger slid down the paper, pointing to another name.

"Or, there is another option."

"FIM-43, nicknamed Redeye. This is a first-generation infrared-guided man-portable air-defense missile."

"The technology is relatively old, and its anti-jamming capability is mediocre; it can only target the heat source at the rear of a helicopter."

"But..."

Jameson emphasized his tone.

"It's cheap enough—120,000 dollars per set."

"And it's still quite effective against helicopters not equipped with advanced infrared countermeasures."

"Most importantly, it's easy to operate and can be used immediately, which is perfect for quickly building combat capability."