Joja cleaned up the battlefield and found that Dorian's ability to wear a leather helmet was indeed strong.

In fact, there were only two mortar shells that exploded in the camp before, but these two shells killed all the gunners who were left in the camp at that time. Four of them were from the Mori family, and one was from the Sea Hound Mercenary Corps.

Although the remaining mortar shells were scattered all over the ground, they were still in good condition and safe.

Kaman took the initiative to take on the task of collecting spoils. He returned to the previous battle site, gathered all the bodies together, collected valuable items, and then poured diesel fuel on the pile of bodies and set it on fire.

Under Joja's instructions, Dorian reinstalled the scattered mortar shells and recovered them in boxes. Surprisingly, one of the mortar shells was still intact.

Joja was inspecting the blood-stained equipment collected by Kaman. He found that besides a 7.62mm caliber M24, which was the military version of the Remington 700 sniper rifle, the other weapons were ordinary.

However, the difference between the Sea Hound and the gangsters was that their pistols were good, and they were actually the rare Beretta 93R on the market. This pistol, as an automatic defense pistol, can be equipped with a stock to serve as a submachine gun when necessary.

Although the accuracy was average, the rate of fire was extremely high, and the 20-round magazine capacity was not inferior to that of a typical submachine gun. In close combat within 20 meters, this high-powered pistol would be very practical.

Of course, Joja himself despised this shooting concept, but he still packaged these seemingly new pistols and prepared to give them away.

Kaman had too much stuff. Adhering to the idea of never going empty-handed, the old man tied several valuable machine guns together and planned to bring them back to ask the PMC at the mining site if they wanted them.

It took Joja and the others nearly an hour and a half to clean up the battlefield. When they were almost done, Nis and Antar, along with Lu Jun and several PMC members, crossed the hill and found their location.

The reinforcements from the PMC company arrived. Captain Wang not only sent the injured comrades to the hospital in Wau, but also brought back four new colleagues from there.

The first thing these people did after getting off the plane was to replace the original security guards, and then Lu Jun, along with a few others, came along to join in the fun.

Lu Jun was very curious about Joja. When Antar was commanding the drone, he was by her side. The aerial view did not show the intensity of the battle. For Lu Jun, who didn't understand, it was not as intense as a chicken dinner game.

But when Lu Jun crossed the mountaintop and entered the camp, he immediately vomited at the sight of a piece of intestine on the ground.

He kicked away the pink intestines in a frenzy, rushed to the side of a big tree, and leaned against the trunk, dry heaving.

After he vomited out some sour water and felt slightly better, he looked up and saw the bodies that were burned to a large extent not far away.

The diesel fuel had burned out, and now the flames were sustained by the fat of the bodies themselves.

The not-so-intense flames emitted a strange smell. When Lu Jun looked up, a head of a corpse rolled down from the top of the pile of bodies.

The dark cracked flesh wrapped around the skull, and two eyes were still emitting flames.

He thought he had seen war and had seen a few dead bodies. He had even bandaged wounds for the wounded himself, but...

Lu Jun, who thought he had extremely good psychological endurance, couldn't hold on anymore. He screamed and took a few steps back, then sat on the ground.

Until Joja helped him up, he could still feel the trembling of his body.

After handing over the young master to his bodyguard, Joja handed him a bottle of water and smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Jun knew he had lost control. He drank some water with a slightly embarrassed smile and said, "I just wanted to come and see Wolf Brother's achievements. Who would have thought that my legs would be so useless and that I would be so scared when I saw dead bodies."

In fact, not only Lu Jun, but the bodyguard and security guards who came with him also had unnatural expressions.

They were all retired soldiers who came from a peaceful country to make a living. They had also shot and killed people a few days ago, but shooting from tens to hundreds of meters away was different from seeing charred bodies up close.

They were all people from peaceful countries. Who had seen dozens of bodies piled together and burned?

Seeing that the newcomers no longer had expressions of joy on their faces, Joja nodded in understanding, and then said to Lu Jun, "It's good that you guys are here. I have confiscated some weapons here. If you think they are useful, give me some money and take them away.""My helicopter is temporarily parked at your mine. I need to take care of something, and I will come back tomorrow afternoon to fly the helicopter away."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun glanced at Captain Wang, who was shuttling back and forth in the helicopter, and saw the hesitant expression on his face. Lu Jun pulled Joja's arm and walked to the side, saying, "Those junk items are not a problem, Brother Wolf. Captain Wang came here with their company's idea. They want to buy a Little Antelope, but they can only offer one million yuan."

While saying this, Lu Jun looked at Joja as if he wanted to say something. He quickly added, "Brother Wolf, don't misunderstand. They don't want to take advantage. They just have limited funds, especially in cash. If you are not satisfied, I can make up for them with a delivery fee of 300,000 yuan."

Joja was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "That's not what I mean. If they want the helicopter, I am willing to sell it to them."

"I'm just wondering how to get back after everything is done. But that's not your concern. Since they are willing to pay one million yuan for the plane, the spoils here can be considered as a gift."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun exclaimed in surprise, "Are you leaving soon?"

Joja glanced at Dorian, who had already changed his clothes, nodded and said, "Yes, someone is deliberately targeting me. As a gun dealer, I have to give a response."

"But after this matter is resolved, I may have to leave for a while. If there is anything else you want, think about it quickly. I will send it to you before I leave."

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Saying this, Joja pulled Lu Jun a few steps, picked up the most valuable M24 sniper rifle from the ground, and handed it to him with a smile, "This gun should be the one that injured your security guard. Although it's not as good as the Remington 700 hunting rifle I sold you, I just checked it and the tuning of this gun is pretty good. You can use it yourself or give it to someone else."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun nodded and said, "Yes, the Remington 700 that Brother Wolf sold me is handy. I will use this gun to exchange for the hunting rifle I lent to Captain Wang."

"You know what, Captain Wang is also a sharpshooter. When he heard that I spent 50,000 yuan to buy a Remington 700, he looked at me as if I were a fool. But after he used the gun, he couldn't bear to return it to me."

"I have to get my gun back. I can't let these PMC guys take advantage of me."

Saying this, Lu Jun lowered his head somewhat sneakily and asked, "Do you need my help if Brother Wolf is going to trouble the people behind these mercenaries?"