My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 122 Rabe, let me tell you a way.

Two days later.

In the yellow sand, the wheels rolled up the setting sun, chasing the sun, and four or five off-road vehicles were driving in the endless desert.

This is Gao Jun's convoy.

In order to prevent too many people from being targeted, they were deliberately divided into parts. Rabe's group left now, and they will meet up in Medina.

Gao Jun sat in the co-pilot, happily humming a ditty. In the past two days, he understood it and opened his eyes.

Anything related to war can make money!
The "Chinese Dragon" restaurant has earned more than 2 US dollars in just two days!
Both Liu Lei and the others were so busy that they recruited all the Chinese people near Jabel Air Force Base. You can't fry rice, you can chop green onions, can you pack them?
The speed of snowballing was so fast that by the time Gao Jun left, there were already 11 staff members in the restaurant.

And when it was delivered to the front line on the first day, the troops of other countries also learned that there were Chinese people who would engage in food delivery services, and they placed orders one after another, and a lot of advance payment had been collected.

This made Gao Jun understand that basic necessities of life are also very profitable on the battlefield.

At this moment, the phone on the back seat rang. Tonikov picked it up and handed it to Gao Jun, "Boss, Taylor."

"Hello!" Boss Gao turned around and took it, and said with a smile, "Hey, buddy, have you already contacted Hammons Sawyer?"

That guy is the former representative of the Liberian warlords, who bought the T60 "local tyrant" from Gao Jun.

"Boss..." Taylor said helplessly, "Hammons was killed, I'm afraid there is no way to contact him, even his boss is dead!"

"???"

When a question mark appeared above Gao Jun's head, it must be someone else's problem.

"Losing? What's going on? Isn't there a tank? They met the regular army?"

According to the information currently known in Liberia, tanks are almost invincible, as long as they do not encounter large-scale rocket launchers and anti-tank mines, generally nothing will happen.

Taylor also helplessly explained the reason and process of the incident. After Gao Jun listened... MMP's thoughts spewed out.

It turned out that the boss of Hammons was a warlord in southern Liberia. He was very powerful. He had [-] to [-] troops, plus tanks, so he felt complacent.

Get ready for a military parade!

That's right, warlords do this stuff.

Moreover, during the military parade, the guns are loaded with live ammunition, and even the tanks have shells. Therefore, on a sunny day, when a few black uncles stood on the stage and waved to the people below, the muzzles of the cannons were impressive. on top.

then…

It went off!
The crow took the plane on the spot.

The 17 high-level officials, including the warlords, were directly wiped out.

Completely changed the situation in Liberia...

Among those killed was Hammons, who was an invited spectator.

"NMB!" Gao Jun looked embarrassed. He always thought that this kind of aggrieved death was far away from him, but unexpectedly, it was right in front of him.

In fact, this method of death is more casual.

The famous "tire ghost" General Walker was killed by a Korean car.

During World War II, Italy's heroic father of the Air Force, Italo Balbo, used his own body to test the firepower of the ground air defense force.

Even Germany has seen scenes where its warships were blown to death by its own mines.

normal...

Basic exercises, don't be six, calm down, calm down.

Don't act like you haven't seen the market before.

Gao Jun's eyes widened like copper bells, "Then is there still a way to contact the armed forces in other places?"

He originally contacted Hammons with the intention of starting business in the African market from Liberia, but now, people may be queuing up to drink Mengpo soup.

"Africa is too far away. I have been staying in the Middle East, and I don't know many people." Taylor's tone was full of helplessness.

Gao Jun frowned slightly, and pondered for a while, "Which place is the most chaotic now?"

"Africa is in chaos, and now civil wars are happening in almost every country."

"You guys come up with a plan for me, the country that is most suitable for us to open up the African market, and give me news tomorrow, but it's better to have a slightly larger border, don't include Gambia, that place is a complete waste of time."

Taylor: "Understood."

Just when Boss Gao was about to hang up the phone, the other party called again, "Boss..."

"what happened?"

"The Soviet Union has issued a warrant for you!"

This news was much more shocking than just now, Gao Jun sat up straight, "When?"

"Two days ago, they believed that you were related to a shooting in Moscow, and they had evidence that you were the murderer behind the scenes, and now they put you on the global blacklist..."

The Moscow case?

Is that Usoyan?

impossible!
When Boris and the others attacked, they didn't go through their own orders. Could there be some kind of conspiracy?Or what happened?
Gao Jun's mind was spinning like an engine, but he couldn't figure it out, "I see, you can find General Zavodsk, and he will help me solve it."

In 1991, he was on the most wanted list of the Soviet Union...

It's like being castrated into the palace as a eunuch in 1911, surrendering to Japan in July 1945...

Don't panic at all.

Throw in some money, and when the time comes, you will be transformed into a celebrity. Anyway, the rich will never die, the world is so fucked up.

Of course, Gao Jun never denounces this right now, because...he himself is joining in on it.

When he hung up the phone, he frowned, folded his hands, and fell into deep thought.

The way back here is still very safe, because the US military bombed the territory of Iraq, but the whole of Kuwait seemed... very quiet.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the group rushed back to Medina and met Rabe in a hotel.

"Yuri, I have lost a lot this time."

The two sat on the tea table downstairs in the hotel. Rabe's expression was not very good-looking, and his voice was nasal.

Gao Jun glanced at him, knowing that the other party was not satisfied with the price he offered.

"what do you want?"

Rabe was shocked. He heard the dissatisfaction in Boss Gao's tone. He immediately thought of Nasser in his mind. He raised his head and said in a begging tone, "Now I can completely let the tribe out by virtue of my reputation, but if The income is not proportional to the effort, and they will even rise up to resist!"

When Gao Jun heard it, he also felt that it made sense.

"Rabe, your soldiers' combat effectiveness is too poor. I think you should specially select some people to form a regular army, be responsible for training, and even pay him a salary. And, I think, you have to find a backer, other than me His backers, such as the Americans." Boss Gao started his foolishness again, leaning forward to give him advice.

"You should...join the U.S. military to help drive out the Iraqis at this time! You have to seriously position yourself and let the Yankees believe in you."

"But... I'm from Saudi Arabia."

"But you are also the leader of the Bedouin tribe in the desert..." Gao Jun said meaningfully, "After you join the US military, ask them to make you a regimental commander or even a division commander. Even if the army withdraws, you can rely on this The title goes to the Saudi army, but your position is different."

This is speculation!

Since ancient times in China for thousands of years, many bigwigs started their businesses in this way. Rabe was still dazed, and Gao Jun took the trouble to teach him.

Just relying on the hundreds of people in the tribe is not enough.

"After you have a military status, you don't have to listen to them changing your position. You just say that your beliefs and family are in the desert, and then you find a way to conquer other Bedouins!"

"Only when you are powerful, you will have more power to speak in the desert, and you will earn more!"

Gao Jun smiled, "Of course, this is just an idea I told you, you don't have to take it seriously." He said and took a sip of his tea.

There was a flash in Rabe's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

The desert is so big that those who live in houses don't need the sky at all, while the Bedouins do!
"Maybe, I will be the next Bedouin hero!"

This thought suddenly appeared in Rabe's mind.

Gao Jun is not afraid that the opponent will be difficult to control when they become powerful, and he doesn't need a younger brother, what he wants is a partner.

Is Boss Gao like the kind of black-hearted capitalist who only oppresses others?
……

　ps: I wrote this in an Internet cafe, the power went out... Make it up tomorrow, too few recently, plus back pain, I wrote 20 this month, about 23 this month, thank you!

　　
　
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