The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 118 The New Arms Business
Olof deserves to be called the king of war. No matter how unpopular or even unbelievable Ron's request was, everything was sent to the warehouse under his office early the next morning.

Thanks to Leto's skills as a master mechanic, plus some creative videos of the Sharia guerrillas he had seen in his previous life, Ron managed all the refitting of all the civilian-to-military conversions by himself.

A remote-control tarpaulin cover was added to the back of another Ford pickup, and under the tarpaulin, four Huaxia steel pipes were welded together and filled with four unrecognizable gas tanks.

After the round warhead is filled with the existing gas, a booster stuffed with fertilizer and sugar is welded to the butt, plus a cheapest grenade on the market as a fuse.

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The most cost-effective guerrilla weapon in the Middle East on the modern battlefield was successfully completed. Olof, who was standing next to him, had his eyes bright and couldn't help applauding loudly.

"OH MY GOD! Ron, you are the most amazing person I have ever seen, you know what you used to make this door..." Olof didn't know how to classify this weapon for a while, but Ron gave it to him right away. he reminded.

"Rocket launcher, yes, this is a rocket launcher."

"Yes, it is the rocket launcher you built. Do you know how scary the cost of its materials is? It costs less than fifty dollars a piece, and the most unbelievable thing is that its most expensive cost is the shell.

But even so, the cost of a single rocket is less than forty dollars!Do you know what that means? "

This batch of steel pipes and gas tanks was called urgently after Olof took a lot of effort after receiving the call.

Because Ron asked for it too urgently, there was no time to buy it from China. The steel pipes came from various construction sites in Los Angeles, and the gas tanks came from Chinese restaurants in Chinatown.

After finally getting these supplies, Olof couldn't help but be curious, and drove them over by himself. He wanted to confirm what his old customer was planning to do with these things.

"What does it mean?" Ron replied absently.

"It means that I can't sell my ammunition!" Olof said depressedly: "Damn it, I should kill you now! Otherwise, after I have these things, fools will continue to ask me to buy ammunition."

"Cut~ Come on." Ron curled his lips: "These are just some cheap civilian-military transformations. Compared with real munitions, their power and accuracy are not a little bit worse, and they can be exploded by real guys in minutes. There is no residue left.

The only advantage is probably that it is cheap. If there is another advantage to be added, it is that it is easier to hide and it is not easy to trace after the event. "

Olof still wasn't happy because of Ron's words: "No, you're wrong, it's just cheap enough, who do you think the customers who come to me to buy arms are? Basically, those small people in Africa warlord.

Big arms buyers like India who are stupid and have a lot of money will only go to the Ministry of Defense. The big men in Congress have earned all the money. How can I have any share? "

"Isn't it?"

"Why not?" Olof rolled his eyes angrily, and continued to complain, "You know what? Most of them can't even afford the cheapest ammunition!"

"Then you still do their business? You can't go to Africa for charity, can you?"

"Of course I will, although they won't give me dollars, but thank God there are diamond mines everywhere in the backcountry in Africa, and usually those warlords will use these to settle the bill with me, and then I will take the diamonds to Debius Company for exchange into dollars.

Otherwise I guess they'll just trade with me with cattle from the fields and women kidnapped from Asia, God knows what use I'll take them? ! "

"Or do you want to consider selling some steel pipes and gas tanks to Africa?" Hearing this, Ron rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea to make a fortune.

"I am willing to teach you these modification techniques. By the way, I will call you at the smuggling port. It can be regarded as a technical shareholding. You can sell these things there in large quantities. These things have nothing to do with arms. They can just help You get rid of those Interpol investigations.

You can even send your cargo ship from the official port with dignity. "

"OMG! I have to say O! M! G again! Ron, you are a genius. Fortunately, your profession is a secret agent. If you also come to work as an arms dealer, I will be unemployed and go home in minutes!"

When Olof was reminded by Ron, his eyes lit up again, and he immediately sensed new business opportunities.

As he himself said, his arms business is not as good as it seems. Most of the warlords' arms purchases are basically the old firearms eliminated by the Soviet Union in the last century.

After deducting the kickbacks to the military, plus the shipping cost, it is pure hard money.

Of course the warlords with heavy firepower needed it, but when they asked about the price, they could only shake their heads. At most, they would buy a batch of individual rocket launchers as a supplement to the heavy firepower.

As for weapons like the one made by Ron, which are cheap and can be used in a concentrated manner to cover a certain area with large-scale firepower, it is even more elusive!

"No, it's nothing. The technology here is not worth mentioning at all. You can find any technician to fix it. What I can provide you is just a layer of protection."

Speaking of this, Ron's gaze suddenly became sharp: "Of course, everything is based on the premise that you pay taxes legally, do you understand? Olof."

"Of course I understand. I don't want to offend the man behind you." Olof shrugged helplessly, but was immediately overwhelmed by the joy of new business opportunities:

"How about we find a place to have a drink now? How about the tax rate on these 'industrial goods' by the way?"

Ron looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and shook his head: "Thank you very much for your proposal, but I'm afraid it won't work today. As you can see, I still have some work to do, and I can't leave my real identity."

"Hell, you won't drag me into some inexplicable incident again?" Olof felt a little bad, because he got all of Ron's equipment.

"Hahaha~ Of course not." Ron hid his embarrassment with a smile, but the smile was not sincere at all, which only made Olof feel cold all over.

"However, if you are not busy recently, I suggest you take the nearest flight and fly to any place that is not under the influence of the CIA. For example, Huaxia is good. You can also go to the manufacturer to see if large-scale purchases are possible. Discount."

"Damn it! You actually plan to use what I sold you to engage the CIA!" Olof's eyes widened. "I take back what I said just now, Ron, you're an out-and-out scumbag!"

(End of this chapter)