My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 128 Don't let empathy hurt you!

"Deal!" The lieutenant colonel readily agreed, and told Gao Jun his name, "My name is Mopti Pride Tambourine Lieutenant Colonel Baburu."

African names are long and hard...and stinky!
This Mopti is the birthplace, the pride is the personality, the tambourine is the specialty, the lieutenant colonel is the rank, and Baburu is the name.

Why aren't you called Kameda, Shanjing, and Yamashita?

Oh oh oh, you said your mother didn't mess around in the wild?Right.

"I will stay in this hotel..." Gao Jun looked back, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, half of the body of the main building was blown up, can people sleep here?
"Don't worry, Mr. Yuri, this place will be blocked with a tarpaulin at night, and I will renovate it when I have a chance in the future. It should be no problem for people to live in." Baburu said with a smile, and paused, "The walls here It is relatively deep and very safe, 12mm bullets cannot penetrate, and the steel bars inside can prevent RPG to a certain extent, so... it is very safe here.”

I live in a hotel, not a safe house!
Gao Jun didn't speak, and looked into the distance. The surrounding civilian houses have long been razed to the ground. It seems that this is the only place where people can live.

"Overcome! Overcome! I'm here to make money, not some kind of happiness." He comforted himself in his heart, and forced a smile, "Then will you have troops to ensure safety?"

"I promise!"

……

"Guaranteed to fuck the balls!" Gao Jun complained, and walked back to the hotel room, the inside was a mess, the bullet holes could be connected into the Big Dipper, and another one could directly summon the dragon.

Boris and Evgeny re-laid the mattress, that is, swept off the broken glass and debris on it, and it was enough to lie down.

"Boss, can you really believe what this African said?" Bancroft asked in a muffled voice.

"He lives in Africa, and he is born to lie. Deception has long been a common thing for them, so this is just a way, but it is not the only way. You can contact the local black market again and say that my hand There are a lot of new weapons in here, and the quantity is good!" Gao Jun crossed his hips, with a cigarette in his mouth, and scraped his leather shoes against the wall a few times to remove the mud on the soles.

Even Dakar is full of mud.

If it wasn't for the fear of HIV, Gao Jun really planned to find a foot massage point to relax. Of course, he just wanted to wash away the tired mud under his feet.

Looking from the window, the flames of war in the distance still haven't stopped.

This city is like an open sewer, full of garbage and human scum, good people have long been turned into puppets and corpses in the war.

The streets are blurred by war, the white smoke fills the air, the rebels come out in full force at night, the seemingly lively streets are lonely like a shadow, and death is everywhere.

Here, you can always recruit half of the poor to kill the other half, and then, the ruler is still on top!
"Pray for you, Dakar!"

The night gradually fell.

Chaos will be more chaos, misery will be more misery.

But craziness can also be crazier.

With the ability of Boris and other old fritters, the world line here was quickly opened up. You can find a street woman for 40 CFA francs and ask, and they can tell you where Dakar is the most lively.

Church of St. Dakar in France!
This is a church built by France in the 60s to "celebrate" Senegal's independence, which is a symbol of "friendship".

Europeans are always such bitches.

They naturally forget the history of enslaving you, always think that you should thank them for their generosity and not exterminate you, and naturally think that you should forgive them.

What a bitch is dirty is the body, what the world is dirty is the soul.

Even under the chaos of war, Africans still maintain an "optimistic" attitude. During the day, this church is a place of faith for praying for life, and at night, it is the residence of Satan.

This is the black market in Dakar!

In fact, the black market is not so mysterious, it is a trading market that exists without official permission.

Like the black market in the United States, there are about 7000 billion US dollars a year, and even Phoenix has a special black market family, mainly doing business with acquaintances.

Certainly not an acquaintance like Hiroshima.

That kind, easy to get sick.

Although it is legal to own guns in the United States, registration and background checks are also required to buy guns. In this way, once a crime occurs, according to the situation on the scene, one check will be accurate, and you will not be able to escape.

When a bullet leaves the chamber, the bullet spins inside the barrel.Bullet cracks, bullet holes, and scratches caused by different barrels are all different.Bullets vary like human fingerprints.Through these differences, the police can trace the weapon.

In this case, for criminals, a "ghost gun" is very important.

Small business, integrity management.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Late night secret room, buy more and get a discount.

Of course, that is relative to countries with laws, and in places like Africa, the black market sells everything that can be sold!
When Gao Jun and his party came here, it was very lively inside!

Covering up is what literati need to do. They are all poor enough to commit crimes to make a living, so why do they need a b-face?
As for whether to wear a mask?

You thought it was a party?
And, with so many people, who knows you?

Don't think too much about yourself, after all, you are just an ordinary person, and anyone can turn the sun without it.

As soon as I walked into the church, I smelled a stench!

Gao Jun pinched his nose and looked disgusted.

"Sir, sir, come and see this? The latest goods!" A sharp-eyed black man hurriedly came over and was about to hold him, but Boris pushed him hard, waiting for him with warning eyes.

The black man sneered, and looked at the AKM assault rifle in Boris' hand, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, and gave the cloth covering the cage next to him to him. When it was opened, there were two black girls shivering, hugging each other, looking at the man outside the cage in horror.

"These two girls are very nice, with a great figure, and they are still innocent. They will definitely be beautiful when they grow up. The most important thing..." The black man lowered his voice, "They are still virgins."

During this speech, there was a piercing laughter.

Is there any more lucrative business for a Negro than selling his fellow man?

Many human rights organizations are criticizing the trafficking of black people in Europe as a crime, and even demand compensation from them. Don’t these gangsters know that black people are the most numerous slave catchers?
What could be more profitable than selling your closest relatives and friends?

When Africa, which is already lacking in civilization, encounters the bullying of capital interests, it has no chance to fight back and is directly drawn into the greedy world.

Seeing that Gao Jun didn't speak, the black man suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile, "If necessary, we can also clean it up for you, boss. How would you like to do it?"

"Human flesh can also be eaten? Are you not afraid of prions?" Boris beside him also understood what the other party meant, and looked at him in surprise. He couldn't believe that these words came from a "human" mouth of.

Prion means protein virus.

In fact, it is not the only result of the human body eating each other. Many times, if it is faced with intelligent creatures, it is possible to produce this virus.

and…

Rich people especially like some perverted things. Your so-called justice and morality, propriety, integrity and shame are on their side. They are the bottom line used to provoke. If you don’t break it, what’s the point of being a human being?
Finding a sense of superiority over the same kind is something that every racial class likes to do.

The black man smiled when he heard what Boris said, "It's delicious, isn't it?"

Gao Jun glanced at the little girl from the corner of his eye, and they looked at him tremblingly, with fear, hesitation, hope, and prayer in their eyes, this is still a child.

"You can take it away with only 200 dollars." The black man saw his gaze stop and thought he had an idea, so he said directly.

"200?" Gao Jun laughed when he heard this. He looked at the black man. Just as he was about to raise his hand to pat the opponent's shoulder, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his fingers clenched into a fist in mid-air, "I have this For $200, I should go to Las Vegas to gamble, maybe I can make a fortune."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the church.

Don't say that Gao Jun doesn't have much love, he saved these two girls, and then can anything change?

Not at all!

And he can't take them in, it's unrealistic, if he saves them and then lets them go back, they will arrest them again.

In this world, you can't save anyone!

Don't let your empathy become your overflowing standard, which is why there are few successful women in the political and business circles, because their hearts are not cruel enough!
If your heart is dirty enough...

You will think that this world is very suitable for you.

Looking at Gao Jun's back, the black man muttered something, which should be a slang greeting for women, and kicked the cage angrily, scaring the black girls inside to hug each other.

Inside the church, Gao Jun raised his head, wanting to see God tied to the cross, so he performed a ritual and prayed devoutly.

"Look at this Asian? Is he still praying?" There were two men who looked like thugs leaning against the wall of the doorway next door, smoking cigarettes, and one of them was holding an AK47 in his hand, with his chin slightly raised, "I hate A man in a suit."

"Shut up buddy, keep your voice down, don't cause trouble." Another person said.

The militant with the gun curled his lips and pulled the bolt, perhaps only in this way can he show his status in this scene.

After Gao Jun prayed, he opened his eyes, looked around, fixed his eyes on the two gunmen, and walked straight over.

"He's coming." The thug who didn't hold a gun said seriously.

"Sir, you can't go in here."

"I want to meet your boss." Gao Jun said with a smile on his face, and Tonikov naturally stuffed a stack of CFA francs into their arms, directly catching the eyes of the thug with a gun. They became confused for an instant, and then looked at each other.

"Okay! What's the name?"

"Yuri."

The gunman nodded and trotted into the passage. After about two or three minutes, he came out, nodding slightly to his companion.

"Please follow me, the boss is waiting for you inside." The latter said.

Gao Jun led his men and was about to go in. Just as Tonikov and the others were about to follow, they saw the gunman reaching out to stop them, "If you all go in, put down your weapons. There is a VIP area inside, and only One carries a weapon."

Gao Jun turned his head and looked at him, "Boris, you go in with me, Tony, you are outside."

"Okay, boss."

Walking into the corridor, it's like two isolated areas, and there is a bit of perfume in the air... Although it is very inferior, it is enough to cover the stench of black people.

The passage is very short, only about three or four meters. After walking through it, there is a huge room inside.

There are sofas, TVs, and a gaming table.

Sitting around the table were four black men, staring straight at the TV, which was playing an... African football match?

"It's time, Cames is going to score a goal." One of the black men leaned on the gaming table, crossed his legs, and wearing a colorful short sleeve, said suddenly.

"Isn't Cames the goalkeeper?" someone asked next to him.

The black man smiled and lifted his chin slightly, motioning for them to look.

Gao Jun couldn't help looking at the TV, and saw the goalkeeper who got the goal kick, looked into the distance, took two steps forward, and held the ball with one hand, as if using all his strength Throwing it hard, the camera moved subconsciously, but quickly retracted, and suddenly saw the football flying towards his door frame!

The goalkeeper was also "frightened" and chased after him, but his foot slipped and he fell straight to the ground. He could only raise his head and watch the ball go into the net.

This is the last 93 minutes!

In the true sense, he was killed by his own people.

Several people in the room cheered, of course, they mainly praised the black man's stinky feet, and kept praising each other.

"Besley, it's amazing. We can collect about 60 CFA francs in this game, and we will bankrupt the gambling company!"

The black man shook his hand indifferently, looking calm, but when the corners of his mouth raised, he was obviously in a good mood, and finally turned his gaze to Gao Jun, looking him up and down unscrupulously, "Are you looking for me?"

"Hello, Mr. Besley, my name is Yuri, and this is my business card." Gao Jun handed it over with both hands and said with a smile.

Who knows, Besley took it and just glanced at it, then put it aside with a sneer, "What do you want from me?"

Looking at the business card that fell on the ground, Gao Jun's face hardened, but he soon eased, "I heard that you have a lot of contacts in Dakar, I want to do business with you, let me introduce myself, I am doing business ..."

"Doing business?"

Before Gao Jun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Besley. He seemed to hear some joke and couldn't help laughing, "You Asian come to Dakar to do business with me? What are you doing? "

He looked at Gao Jun frantically, and looked at his buttocks, "Are you going to come out?"

After speaking, I couldn't help laughing, and the people next to me laughed too.

Gao Jun narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that Mr. Besley is not very welcome to me."

……

　ps: My girlfriend finally goes to work tomorrow, and I can resume updating!

　　
　
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