My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 13 Malik, die!
Gao Jun felt that he should stand up.

He gently pulled Paul down and looked at Tomanby, "We are sincerely looking for you to do business, this is Paul's intention, and he thinks that you are more reliable than anyone else, we hope you can Join us, you can get 1% of all profits."

Paul pouted over the side.

Tomanby stared at him with unkind eyes, "You brought him into this circle?"

"No, it's wealth." Gao Jun propped his hands on the table, "It's impossible for him to spend his whole life guarding that dilapidated gun shop. If KFC starts making bullets, then he is doomed to lose his job."

"He has to find a stable job. Is there anything more unstable in this world than an arms dealer?"

As long as there are people, there will be struggles.

It doesn't make sense, so we have to talk about fists, right?

"As long as the United States is here, there will be no shortage of wars in this world."

Tomanbi didn't like Gao Jun's eloquence, and retorted, "You think you will get rich? The carrion on the ground has already been eaten by vultures, and there won't be a single crumb left."

Gao Jun straightened up, looked at his watch, waited quietly, and stood with his hands tied, "Mr. Tomanby, in ten seconds, almost 2000 people died in the war in Africa, and 32 wars flashed through the minds of American politicians." It is proposed that about 30 rounds of ammunition be transported from the United States to West Africa by flight, and no matter how many vultures there are, the market can accommodate it.”

"You look like a whore, selling yourself!"

Gao Jun replied calmly, "Everyone is a whore, Tomanby, we just sell different parts of ourselves."

"You can't be a prostitute as long as you earn US dollars, and people will respectfully call you Madam!"

Tomanby was smoking.

He heard Gao Jun and Paul's extreme desire for wealth. You can't persuade such people to turn back. They know what they need!
People with goals are the scariest.

Gao Jun was not in a hurry and waited quietly, but Paul seemed a little cramped.

"[-]% is too low."

Five minutes later, Tomanby spoke.

Gao Jun smiled, "You can get 1 US dollars for 1000 US dollars, and 10 US dollars for 1 US dollars, which is a lot. Moreover, we can entrust you to purchase, such as this 9mm Parabellum pistol, I want 50 cents a piece, and if you can get a lower price, the difference between the prices will be your profit."

"Fifty cents? Hey, are you dreaming?" Tomanby shook his head, spread his hands, and looked at Paul. "You should go to God, he may have a way."

"God is too expensive..."

"This is a cooperative attempt, isn't it? The more we earn, the more you get, and we don't earn much in this order, we are completely voluntary labor."

Tommen rolled his eyes before he believed the words.

When the businessman said this sentence, at least he earned more than 50% of the profit from you.

Especially Asians!
"Give me four days, and I can find it all for you." He thought carefully and said.

"Happy cooperation." Gao Jun heaved a sigh of relief. This difficult step was finally taken. Fortunately, it was Paul who set the bridge, otherwise, there would be no way out, and he could only stare.

If I were Paul, I would hug Catherine every day, and then give Tomanby a little nephew.

Bring the dog-licking culture to the extreme.

Facing the hand extended by Gao Jun this time, Tomanbi did not refuse, and shook it firmly, "I hope your choice is right."

"You'd better pay attention, I don't want Catherine to be sad." He turned to Paul.

The latter replied depressedly.

Now that the talk was over, Paul didn't want to stay any longer, so he dragged Gao Jun away, but when he reached the door, the latter paused and looked uncomfortable, "Paul, I have to go to the toilet."

"?"

"I'm sure you've spoiled my stomach by eating the hamburger you bought me at noon."

Paul said unwillingly, "Gao, don't talk nonsense, I didn't invite you to spray the meal."

"Damn it, I'm going to the toilet, you wait for me." Gao Jun ran back into the bar clutching his stomach, Paul hesitated for a while, and found a place to squat up and smoke a cigarette.

Tomanbi was getting up when he saw Gao Jun running back again and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I think I need you to do me a favor."

Tomanby was bewildered.

……

San Diego LA FERIA nightclub.

The blood-spitting music was accompanied by spicy dances, causing a roar of excitement.

Young people vent their energy here.

Elderly?
It's long gone.

Men can't play when they reach their age.

Malik had gauze wrapped around his head, and he was playing cheek-to-cheek with women on the dance floor. He was beaten badly, not to mention a few teeth fell out, and the gauze was wrapped several times. He looked like a mummy.

After he was beaten, he always wanted revenge.

He contacted the boss behind him, and the other party promised that he could regain the share of arms sales in Santiago. Edward also called him, which made his depressed mood a lot easier.

Just come to this nightclub to relax.

"Hey chick, want a taste of my Boston Cannon?" Malik asked through his leaky mouth.

The woman opposite is his prey tonight.

A very classy-looking woman, with a cigarette in her mouth, and her eyes made her look very charming.

"Cannon? Are you that powerful?"

"Of course, I used to be a bodybuilder," Malik said, raising an eyebrow.

"300 dollars, how about it?" The woman looked at his clothes and called out a price.

Malik was startled, his heart suddenly turned cold, he thought it was a good family, but it turned out to be an old quail.

But the other party was so seductive, he felt itchy and agreed to the other party's request.

The two dogs and men walked out of the nightclub with shoulders and shoulders shoulder to shoulder.

Just as he was about to walk towards the opposite hotel, a headlight shone over, directly blinding the eyes of Malik and the woman. Their eyes widened in horror, watching a car rushing towards them.

have you seen…

Does the human body rotate more than 200° in the air?
He fell heavily to the ground!
Malik passed out from the pain, but the woman was lucky and took a final step back, but she was also injured and her face was covered in blood.

Seeing the car accident, pedestrians screamed in horror, and some wanted to rush over to help.

I saw three men wearing black hoods getting out of the car, holding an Uzi submachine gun, and shooting forty or fifty rounds at Malik on the ground, making holes.

It shouldn't hurt, right?

They looked at the woman who fell on the ground, and one of them bent down and walked over to pick up the still burning cigarette butt on the ground, and stuck it in the woman's mouth, "God bless you, ma'am."

After speaking, he got in the car and walked away.

The overall time, less than a minute.

The old beauties who heard the gunshots had already fled in fright. Those who couldn't escape lay on the ground holding their heads. After the murderer was gone, people got up one after another. Those who called the police called the police, and those who called the ambulance called the ambulance. .

Because this road is more prosperous, there are daily patrol police, and they will be in place in three minutes, but the graves of the injured are stable, and the dead can no longer die.

This is a vicious, premeditated homicide.

Soon, Malik's identity was found out.

Backed by the Detroit gang, there is a high possibility that it is a vendetta.

At this time, Edward, who was meeting guests at the Dog of God (God's Dog) bar, also received the news from the bodyguard.

His face was startled.

Malik…

died?

He was not sad, just, very surprised.

For some reason, that Asian face popped up in Edward's mind.

"Okay, Mr. Edward, I understand, I understand you very well."

These words are still ringing in my ears.

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　ps: Chapter 3!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)