My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 15 Our weapons are killing people!
A factory in remote Tijuana.

A bit out of the city center.

Gao Jun asked several citizens before he found it.

Who said Mexicans are more ruthless?
People are so understanding. I don't know where so much discrimination comes from Colombia, who is known as the little "ghost" in the Latin American world?

The factory was covered with weeds. When the heavy truck stopped, Gao Jun jumped off the co-pilot and looked around.

"Gao, where's the person?" Paul called out.

"Let me make a call." Gao Jun took out his mobile phone, stretched the antenna slightly, and put his left hand on his hip. Just as he was about to make a call, he saw a man coming out of an abandoned factory.

Wearing a suit, the figure is a bit bloated.

"Mr. Yuri?" The other party raised his hand in greeting.

"Mr. Bart?"

When the other party nodded, Gao Jun showed an amiable smile on his face, shook hands, and pointed to the heavy card, "It's all inside, do you need to click?"

"Wait a minute, I'll send someone to move the goods, please sit inside for a while." Bart was very polite.

The two did not refuse, followed him into the factory, and saw a man caught in the air by a rope, bloody and bloody, he must have been lynched, and the blood was still dripping on the ground.

Gao Jun's eyelids twitched, and Paul next to him turned pale. Normal people sometimes can't bear to kill a pig, let alone a human?

There was a sound of beatings and cursing, and there were seven or eight people on the wall with their hands tied, wearing hoods, kneeling on the ground, trembling, and someone was whipping hard with a whip.

Bart called a few people to move the weapons down and inspect the goods. He turned over from the mottled wooden table and took out a folder.

"Nicholas Yuri." He pointed at one of the names, "300 TEC-9 submachine guns, [-] rounds of ammunition?"

"Yes." Gao Jun saw at a glance that there were orders in the folder, and he also saw several familiar names on it.

Colt, Ruger, Remington...

And there are quite a few of them.

Most of them were eaten by them.

"Hals, hurry up." Bart waved to the subordinate at the door, who was carrying a wooden box with the words: Fragile Items on it.

Hearing the boss's voice, Ma Zai rushed over and pried open the weapon inside with an iron bar, and a smell of fresh gun oil came up.

Bart stooped to pick it up, and even stuck out his nose to sniff it.

"Can I try the gun?" He looked at Gao Jun and asked.

"of course."

Bart took the clip, pulled the bolt, and walked towards the wall. Gao Jun and Paul immediately understood that he wanted to test the gun with these people!
Standing in front of them, perhaps feeling the imminent death, faint sobs gradually sounded out, but were quickly drowned out by gunshots.

Some people always think that the gun is a da da da, but it is not true. African black dogs only use strafing fire, usually in bursts, two or three shots in a row.

Paul turned his head a little unbearably.

Gao Jun's lips trembled slightly, and he listened carefully, "80 cents, 1.6 dollars, 2.4 dollars..."

Bart walked back with a happy face, touched the TEC-9 submachine gun fondly, and gave a thumbs up. Only then did he realize that one part of him was broken, and he praised it without hesitation.

"Customer satisfaction is our greatest pursuit. If you need it, you can continue to contact me and deliver the goods for you anytime and anywhere." Gao Jun handed over the prepared business card.

There is a name and phone number on it: Nicholas Uri.

Bart took it, glanced at it, stuffed it into the inner lining of his clothes, and waved his hand at Ma Zai, who saw the latter carrying a box, and after opening it, there were green coins in it.

Immediately, the eyes of the two were attracted fiercely.

Paul still swallowed his saliva in disappointment.

Gao Jun hurriedly took it, the smile on his face was even wider, and he had already started to calculate in his mind, this business got a total of 124600 US dollars.

Excluding costs: $30000 for a submachine gun and $57000 for 37600 rounds of ammunition. In fact, this business only earned $11280. According to the allocation, I can get [-]%, which is $[-]!

This is what Gao Jun can get.

The rest is divided between Paul and Edward.

It is impossible to say that I am not nervous or excited.

$11280!

This figure seems very small, but you must know that at this time, a used Mercedes-Benz car is only about 2000-3000 US dollars, and an annual income of 5 US dollars is considered to be the middle class.

That is to say, a business made Gao Jun directly cross the "class" from a broken sale.

Damn, how much money do those big arms dealers make a year!
Gao Jun suppressed his excitement, shook hands with Bart and left, already thinking about how to be chic.

Although Paul was very excited, his eyebrows looked very depressed.

"Gao, the weapon we sold to them just killed someone!" Walking out of the factory, he frowned impatiently.

"When we trade guns to them, it means more people die."

"What's the matter? It has nothing to do with us." Gao Jun said casually.

"They killed a cop just now, and that's the uniform of a Tijuana law enforcement officer, I can see that."

Gao Jun frowned, "Damn it, why didn't you notice that this guy is a bit of a Madonna bitch?"

He moved his buttocks, "Listen, Paul, from 3600 BC to the 20s, there were more than 80 wars in the world, only 14500 of which were peaceful years, and these wars killed about 292 billion people." Death, even if we poop in the toilet, someone will die under the gun, it has nothing to do with us."

Gao Jun waved the dollar bills in the alley, "Don't you want money? Don't you think they are cute? What did you say to Tomanbi?"

He imitated the tone of the other party, "I'm mixing with bastards and learning how to make money!"

"Yes, we are bastards now, don't tell me, you don't want to make money?"

Paul looked troubled.

While he wants to make money, he doesn't want to cause killing.

American bitch!

Gao Jun cursed inwardly, but still coaxed him in the tone of a child, "Each of us can't choose our own life. God likes to see the joys and sorrows of the world, so he endowed human beings with powerless weakness, but struggling to live. Going on is the best counterattack to life."

"We can't change the world."

Paul nodded slowly, "Maybe, what you said is right."

Gao Jun smiled, "I took out 200 US dollars and donated it to the United Nations Charity Organization. This is our best kindness to the world."

It hurts!

$200!
No, Africans, you've got to fight hard, and I'm gonna make some money off of you.

"We've got money today, how about going chic? Have you figured out who to call? Brooke Shields? Carrie Fisher? Molly Ringwald? Or should I call them all?"

Paul was laughed at by him, "Gao, we only made tens of thousands of dollars, not tens of millions!"

"Then do you have a favorite Hollywood actress?"

"I like Kathleen Turner, the one who played "Ingenious Wisdom", "Emerald", "Passionate Crime", "The Modern Godfather", you know?"

Gao Jun nodded, "Of course, but she seems to be almost 40?"

"36! I like the one with bigger breasts. You know, I have only drank milk powder since I was a child. I want to try other flavors."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder.

"Then you have to make money quickly to keep up with her drooping speed."

Suddenly, Paul's curse sounded in Chongkali.

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(End of this chapter)