My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 137 Life and death are determined by destiny and wealth!

It's past nine o'clock at night.

A Lexus drove out of the villa, followed by two security vehicles sent by Waters to escort him away.

Gao Jun sitting in the back seat smelled of alcohol, with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes were a little tired, he opened the window, and the cool wind accompanied by the rain made his scalp numb.

"That cross is not bad." Gao Jun said abruptly.

Boris, who was driving, looked up at him in the rearview mirror, then looked outside in the direction he was pointing, and saw a naked man tied to a cross on a roof on Avenue Bonaparte on, enjoying the storm.

Head drooping, apparently dead.

The sewers in the rich neighbourhoods are as filthy as the sewers in the poor neighbourhoods.

"Why do those Christians take the cross, the instrument of torture that killed Jesus, as their symbol? If Kennedy was resurrected one day, wouldn't he hope that there would be sniper rifles hanging everywhere from church walls to people's necklaces? Maybe black people should have cotton tattoos on their arms."

Boris thought that the boss was curious about why this person was hanging here, but when he heard this question, he turned around, "Yeah?"

He looked at Tonikov, who was holding a can of Red Bull, and the two looked at each other, then laughed.

"Okay, you guys are really hypocritical." Boss Gao rolled his eyes and said.

"I think it's really funny, boss." Boris was about to try to explain, moved his buttocks, and muttered, "Hehehe..."

"You say, how much does Waters believe what I say?"

Tony: "Why don't you believe it? Boss, you brought him good news. If it was me, I think what you said is right. Besley's death will definitely not do any harm to him."

Boris also said beside him, "I agree."

Gao Jun looked through the window and looked into the distance without saying a word. He didn't think that Waters could be coaxed by just a few words.

There are 70 billion people on the earth. If you say that the moon has a check, you know how many people are willing to climb to the moon for you.

Only interest can guarantee friendship.

When interests start to speak, God also has to learn to shut up!
...

In the study of the villa.

The cold moonlight outside the window reflected on Waters' side face, and there was a little tension in his resolute eyes, and the cigarette butts on the ground told his distress.

It was like playing a movie in my mind, and I remembered a scene.

I used alcohol to ask during the meal, "What if I want to avenge Besley?"

Gao Jun wiped his mouth with a napkin calmly.

"We have a saying that life and death are determined by fate and wealth!"

"Do you want to be a policeman? In Dakar? It's better to be a gangster, at least, richer than the police, isn't it?"

Waters still remembers Gao Jun's eyes clearly, as if he could see through people's hearts, and his own thoughts could be seen right in front of him.

"Some things have to be done after all, Mr. Waters, one of you must die, it's just a matter of time."

"Then if you help Besley, will you kill me too?"

He still remembers Gao Jun's smile, very free and easy, "Why not? Come out to make money, I only recognize US dollars."

This is an extremely selfish person!
"Why am I not?" Waters said to himself, and suddenly laughed, "As long as you can make me money, you are my best partner, Yuri, cheers."

He picked up the wine glass on the desk, which contained red wine, gestured towards him, as if Gao Jun was sitting in front of him, then drank it down, and threw the wine glass out of the window. After about two seconds, he heard The sound of breaking.

"Quint!" he called out.

Then I saw a bald-headed strong man walking in, with an NC pattern embroidered on his head. He looked very menacing, and his height seemed to be close to 2 meters.

"Boss." He said muffled.

"Woman, where is the woman I want?"

"They are all dead today. The goods from Europe and America will not arrive until tomorrow, but a batch of goods from South Africa just arrived today. There are a few white people. I can bring them."

Quint knew that his boss was a pervert.

What else can dogs do besides mate?
We can't let them learn how to make atomic bombs.

You have seen the European and American world worry about the creation of weapons of mass destruction in countries such as Asia and North America. Have you ever seen them worry about Africans?
No!

They haven't even entered the civilized age, and the illiteracy rate is as high as 99.99%. Someone asked before, why don't those rich people come to this place to be kings?Get some mercenaries to stage a military coup.

The Frenchman Bob Denard did this. The Comoro Presidential Guard was established by a white man. Then he overthrew the regime and became president himself, but was quickly arrested.

And still by the French.

Here in Africa...

It's fine if you sell weapons, but you still want to be on stage by yourself?
I can't beat others in the French Republic, and I can't beat you?

Taste the Iron Fist of Justice!
This is the private land of the French. Hooligans are hooligans after all. Even if it is the last one, it is enough to suppress the whole of Africa.

Waters has brains, but not much. When he sees a woman, his legs twitch, and he urges Quint to bring the woman.

Let him taste the goods that are shipped outside.

Naturally, these high-ranking soldiers did not know.

The other party actually asked him to stay overnight, but Boss Gao didn't dare to mess around. Who knows if he would be too polite and give you some women?
Some tribes in Africa even let their wives accompany them.

Take HIV with you, if you are infected by then, what money will you make?

Seeing that the convoy was about to approach the factory of the [-]th Bureau, they suddenly heard the sound of chug chug, chug chug, but the sound was soon suppressed by the sound of machine gun fire.

"Where is the gun shooting?" Gao Jun was shocked, his eyes opened, and he was sober from the alcohol.

The security personnel who followed got off the pickup truck, occupying a favorable formation, and a car drove over from the other side with the flag of the Senegalese government army on it. When the flag was reached, it stopped.

Several soldiers descended from above.

With a loudspeaker in hand, ask who they are.

"We are from the Cherier tribe." The security captain protecting Gao Jun shouted in French, holding up a certificate.

The two groups of people approached slowly, and when the inspection was over, the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

"What's going on here?" Gao Jun got out of the car and walked over to ask.

Seeing that he was dressed like a successful man in a suit, the leading lieutenant also knew that he was not easy to mess with, so he took the cigarette handed over by Boris and said bluntly.

"Several Asians rescued a rebel and hid in that factory, and there was a conflict."

Gao Jun's heart suddenly burst into muddle!

It doesn't feel right.

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(End of this chapter)