My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 14 driver's license?What it is? (Please recommend tickets!)

Four days later.

Clear sky.

On Interstate 5, there is an endless expanse.

An American flat-top heavy truck Freightliner FLT was driving.

Gao Jun sat in the co-pilot holding a magazine, and looked at the serious-faced Paul seriously, "I didn't expect you to have a D certificate?"

The D certificate in the United States is equivalent to A1, which allows heavy trucks to be issued.

Paul looked at the road in front of him, "Who said I have a D license? My driver's license has been revoked long ago."

Gao Jun's scalp was numb, the magazine was thrown back, and he grasped the ring tightly, "Hey, buddy, are you kidding me?"

"What's the matter, there are many unlicensed drivers in the United States, ahem, don't worry, I have learned the posture of heavy trucks, and I will not drive him to the side of the road."

"Be careful!" Gao Jun saw a wild boar strung out from the side of the road in front of him. No matter how fast his short legs were, he couldn't beat the speed of the car, so he heard a bang!
The wild boar was knocked into the air and dragged several meters on the ground, but the rough-skinned and thick-skinned one did not die on the spot, but stood up tremblingly, and finally lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Paul didn't brake, so he ran over directly, and felt a thud. Gao Jun glanced from the mirror, and a huge blood trail dragged for a long time.

In the gap between Freightliner FLT's [-]-meter-large tires, minced meat could be seen. Gao Jun stared at Paul, who took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"What kind of driver's license do you need to drive a heavy truck, just hit it!"

You can't step on the brakes?

Gao Jun understood how this guy's license had been revoked, and as soon as he held the steering wheel, his parents were in vain.

This car is still rented, with a deposit of 2 U.S. dollars. It was introduced by an acquaintance. It costs 200 U.S. dollars a day.

"God bless." Gao Jun will take out the cross necklace and light the ceremony on his body.

"When did you believe in God?" Paul glanced at him and asked in surprise.

"No, no, no, we Chinese never believe in any religion. As long as it is useful, it is a god. If it is useless, it is trash. I just think that this is the United States, and it should be God's territory."

"Don't worry, I have walked this road many times, and there is no possibility of problems."

When Gao Jun heard his words, his heart trembled, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Mmmmm~
There was a rush of alarm bells, and Gao Jun hurriedly looked back through the rearview mirror, and saw a police car flashing out, holding a horn, signaling them to pull over for inspection.

"Fuck! Paul, your teeth smell worse than a nigger's butt!" Gao Jun cursed at him.

Paul also panicked, there are weapons behind it!
"Should I kill them?"

"Do you want to be wanted?"

Gao Jun took a deep breath, "Calm down buddy, pull over the car, do we have all the procedures? Don't let the police see that you are nervous."

"OK?"

"OK!"

Now we can only resign ourselves to fate.

Facts have proved that Paul can still step on the brakes, and it is relatively stable. The two looked at each other, opened the door and jumped off.

Two policemen, a man and a woman, got off the police car, wearing sunglasses.

"Hey, gentlemen, for a routine inspection, please provide your driver's license." The male policeman looked the two of them up and down and said.

"Okay." Paul replied, and walked back to the car.

Gao Jun glanced at him, and said with his eyes, "Where the hell did you get your driver's license?"

Paul is like sending a telegram, who the hell saw what he was doing?
Gao Jun blinked hard three times, "Cao Nima!"

"What's behind this?"

"Agricultural products, these we have to send to Mexico, here are the approval documents." Gao Jun said quickly and handed over the documents in his hand.

The policewoman took it over and looked at it carefully.

"Open it."

Gao Jun's heart was in his throat all of a sudden, and his palms were full of sweat, but he managed his expression well, trying to look calm, nodded, and used to struggle to open the back door of the heavy truck.

As soon as it was opened, a foul smell came over the surface!

The policeman took two or three steps back, and even Gao Jun couldn't take it anymore, and became dizzy.

This is the killer.

Potatoes over half a month old…

"It smells so bad!" the policewoman muttered.

Gao Jun has been in the United States for so long, and he has never seen a policeman with a basic salary who will do his best.

"Sorry, this smell is a bit strong, do you need to go up and check?" Gao Jun pinched his nose.

"These potatoes are so stinky, who else wants them in Mexico?" the male policeman frowned and asked.

"Maybe, uh...maybe they make chips? Maybe Indian restaurants use them for curry? But mine are legal, without any pesticide residue."

These are not the police.

"Mary, go up and have a look." The male policeman said.

Gao Jun's eyelids twitched, did he see it wrong?Is this Yankee so responsible now?Aren't they able to shoot without moving their mouths?

Mary was obviously very dissatisfied, but she was overwhelmed by a senior official. Just as she was about to go up, she suddenly heard a few gunshots from a distance, and a colleague calling for support came from the intercom.

"Fake! Mary, let's go." The male policeman shouted, took the female policeman into the car, and rushed towards the distance in a hurry.

Seeing this, Gao Jun hurried back to the co-pilot, and said to the dazed Paul, "Quick, go!"

Paul turned the key, stepped on the accelerator, and ran.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?
Gao Jun opened his mouth, panting like a wild dog, he almost thought something was going to happen to him.

This man really has to believe in fate.

Some people are born with luck... It sounds mysterious, but the reality is even more ridiculous.

"Hurry up and unload the goods, get the money, let's go and have a good time, I feel that my spirit is so nervous that I may explode at any time!" Paul said, dancing with his hands and feet.

"Hold on to the steering wheel!" Gao Jun yelled, took out his mobile phone, and took out a notebook from the plaque. It had the handover personnel's phone number on it, and of course it wasn't Ramon's.

Their grades have not yet reached the point where the second-in-command of an organization personally receives them. Do you know how much they spend in Tijuana a year?

70 billion+!

My God, about 6 million U.S. dollars of this money is used to arm their own forces every year. Unexpectedly, the "military expenditure" of the association is more than that of some neutral countries.

Tijuana - San Diego.

You transport me "big meat" and I transport you weapons, you want to say that there is no big energy in it?Who really believes it!
What is official?
The big fist is called official.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Bart? I, Yuri, yes, yes, yes, the potato merchant in San Diego, the triethyl citrate you ordered is coming soon, yes, yes, thank you, Emmanuel, hahaha. "

Triethyl citrate is the abbreviation of TEC in English.

Gao Jun must come up with some code.

The vigilance experience is developed from the first business.

Otherwise, something will happen sooner or later.

When you start to surrender to the devil, God has already started to dislike you, and then in the name of justice, rob your efforts and label this as illegal.

What is violated?
The upper class wins alone.

and so…

Never let God know you made money.

otherwise…

They can't beat you, so they are going to turn the table.

The heavy truck "smoothly" passed the inspection of the Mexican border guards, and the cost was 400 US dollars, based on weight.

"They are robbing!" Paul said dissatisfied.

Gao Jun flipped through the magazine and said casually, "Then what do you think they are doing?"

"Preaching?"

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　ps: New week, please collect!Please recommend and comment, thank you, it is best not to keep books in the new period, thank you!

　　


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