My Arms Dealer Career

The rain is getting heavier at night!

If there had been such a heavy rain on the day Joan of Arc was burned to death, France would not have finally learned to "raise both hands".

It was around two o'clock in the morning.

Under Ma Guohua's arrangement, Gao Jun was resting in the cubicle next to him. He was dreaming when someone woke him up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tonikov's face. He turned his head so frightened that he heard a pop, and hit the wall next to him with a dull sound.

"Damn it!" He grinned while covering his headache, and rubbed vigorously.

"Boss, Boris and the others are back." Tonikov shrank his neck and spoke hastily. The boss would have no time to scold his mother if he spoke first. After looking twice, he didn't feel the shoes. He was taken aback, and lowered his head, and saw the leather shoes had gone under the board, so he could only hook them out with his feet. When he put on the shoes and came out, Ma Guohua and the others were already standing at the door.

Lu Wu was also armed and stood not far away on guard.

Xiao Cai ran back to the cubicle in a hurry holding a medical box that read: First Aid Medication.

"You brought the pickup truck here?" Gao Jun looked outside and shouted in surprise.

The back of this pickup truck is equipped with the ГШ- produced by the Nudelman-Kalashnikov Machinery Manufacturing Design Bureau. It may look confusing, but the gun was developed by the Soviet Union in the 60s and 70s with reference to the American M61A1 cannon, that is: Vulcan.

It is mainly equipped with fighter jets such as MiG-27/29 and Su-25.

Leonid from the logistics department thought they could do it. They specially replaced the hard plate on the pickup truck. They only need to drill a few holes and weld a large steel plate under the weapon. When the time comes, just screw on the screws.

This is called thinking about customers!

You can quickly change to any weapon. If conditions permit, you can even put missiles on it. Of course, the premise is that someone dares to put it.
Wherever it explodes, it is up to fate.

But the anti-aircraft guns shoot flat, go to court martial!
But this is Africa, and everyone who comes to the United Nations will be bombed here. If you have a temper, you bring the bomb back to the military court and sue Lao Tzu.

Africans are just that wild.

Of course, Gao Jun would not be such a "cruel and inhuman" and "without bottom line" person. He researched this thing to repel mosquitoes, and used it to shoot a few shots in the wild. At least I have no plan to hit people in my hands.

If someone bought it, then I don't know what he used it for.

"Are you up? I just wanted someone to call you." Ma Guohua stood at the door, pointing at the large-caliber cannon, "Where did you get this thing?"

"This is my product, why? Mr. Ma is interested. Let me tell you, if this thing is placed on the roof, no matter how many people come, when it turns, you have to sing the Sutra of the Past Life on the spot."

"So mysterious?" Ma Guohua was taken aback.

"Physical transcendence, when Avalokitesvara comes, you have to run under this kind of machine gun."

Who knew that Mr. Ma frowned at Gao Jun's joke, and waved his hand, "That can't be said, there is a god when you hold your head three feet high."

Unexpectedly, he was still a believer.

Gao Jun smiled and didn't argue with him, "Should we open the door and let us drive in? If it is parked outside, any rebels or government troops passing by will be requisitioned directly. Dangerous too."  …

"Yes, yes, Lu Wu opened the door."

After the door was opened, the pickup truck roared, it was a bit meaty, and it was afraid of stalling when going uphill.

"Boss, in addition to the machine gun, I also brought machine guns, bullets and hunting grenades, plus food and medicine, enough for us to last for about three days. Boris and I will go to the airport when the time comes." Bancroft said Ford.

Gao Jun nodded, looked at the weapons in his pocket, turned his head to look at Mr. Ma, then looked at Lu Wu, "Will these work?"

The other party looked at him with his head, and his eyes flashed with surprise. He knew what Gao Jun was doing, so he nodded.

"So many weapons? Yuri, you are not a weapon dealer, are you?" Ma Guohua supported the baffle with both hands, saw the weapons inside, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

"When doing business, you have to bring more. The road is so far away, and you can't lose money if you just sell other things. I am a mobile supermarket. You can buy whatever you want. If you can't, you just need to pay, and I will let Europe I'll send it to you over there." Gao Jun said casually, but a thought flashed in his mind, would he have the ability to really open a peace supermarket in a war zone in the future?
There are munitions hanging on the walls, and they sell grilled sausages, oden, and even Xiangjiang’s salty newspapers. Of course, the premise is that you have to be recognized as your status.

This shit is equivalent to a monopoly!

Heavy trucks can become VIP customers. Customers can buy firearms with discounts and even have special hunting activities, inviting lucky ones to go hunting in the canyon with them.

The guards chose the barbarian department under the fire company, which is to stimulate digestion internally. Not to mention, this business may really be good.

The premise is...

You can do it.

The United States is old, he is too hated, and I wish many people would go to them with bombs strapped to their bodies to count their gains. Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. At this time, people who walk the gray road are the most suitable .

First of all, we must have a good relationship with everyone.

No matter who is on stage, he has to give me face.

"Are you an arms dealer?" Ma Guohua looked at him with a frown. If a person in this illegal and criminal business does business with him, will he be investigated?

"This is too restrictive. The ammunition is only a big one. How long ago did you get this AK47?" Gao Jun pointed to the weapon in Lu Wu's hand.

"It's close to $300, and a local group sold it."

"Black people really dare to ask the price. I only need 200 US dollars for this one. Seeing that we are so familiar, I will give you 170, and I will give you an extended magazine that can hold 50 rounds. How about it? Do you want to get one and take it back? Give it to your son to play with." Gao Jun said with a smile.

For children to play?

You can really say it!

Ma Guohua waved his hand, "Forget it, my child is naughty, but he doesn't want to be on the wanted list yet."

"What about you? You used to be a soldier? You should be most interested in weapons. In addition to this AK, we also have pistols and submachine guns. What about you?" Gao Jun looked at Lu Wu, and the other party's expression was a little moved, scared Ma Guohua hurried over, grabbed his arm, and looked at Gao Jun vigilantly, "We don't want anyone here, this is the rule."

"It's really brain-dead, okay, anyway, your safety depends on us, during this time, we are responsible for security, but..."

How can you feel at ease when you are away from home and don't bring a little stuff with you?
He was busy until after three o'clock, Gao Jun had just returned to the cubicle, the shoes had just been dragged, and the air was full of smell, when he saw Lu Wu walking in, his eyes lit up.

"Sir, do arms make money?"

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