My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 20 What is called, Dao!Germany!good!good? (already edited)

Do you know how much first class was in 1990?
From San Diego Airport to Saudi Arabia, it costs 22000 US dollars!

Hearing the price alone scared Gao Jun away. A group of people squeezed into the economy class. The airline would adjust the seat space in order to carry more passengers. The plane was not overloaded.

Big deal, just jump off by yourself.

In a crowded environment, it is easy to have various situations, such as noisy children running back and forth, passengers eating weird food, and farting bastards in front, one after another, Beethoven doesn’t even know how to “play” .

Gao Jun felt like he vomited out the last night's meal.

After getting off the plane, I couldn't wait to run to the bathroom, and quickly splashed some water on my face, which made my eyes a little hot.

Following behind were two black men with bags on their backs, wearing dark green short sleeves and toad glasses. The one with the big head was named Simpson, and the one with the small head was named Newman.

Compared with the black group, the two people are already smart enough.

Newman rolled two rolls of paper from the paper machine next to him and handed them to him. Gao Jun thanked him, wiped off the water stains on his hands, and complained, "I really want to put a red wine cork in that idiot's ass."

He exhaled and pointed to the two of them and started assigning tasks.

"Simpson, go drive, Newman and I will get the goods, we will go straight from the desert without stopping."

Everything you need is already arranged before you come.

Simpson responded and trotted out towards the parking lot.

Gao Jun glanced at him, and the two walked along the flow of people to the "checked baggage claim area", where various passengers stood beside the conveyor belt.

"Mr. Yuri, it's over there." The black man has good eyesight, pointing to a suitcase and said, running over to take it down with great effort.

There were three boxes in total. The two dragged them and walked out calmly. They were going to pass the scanning machine. Gao Jun took a look and the staff didn't care about fishing.

It's simply situationalism.

He led Xiao Hei around the crowd, and left directly through the small door on the side. With such security, no wonder accidents happened frequently.

Pulling the suitcase out of the terminal, I saw an Isuzu Trooper, which is called "Tuluba" in China.

Throwing the suitcase in the back seat, Gao Jun got into the co-pilot, and after seeing Newman finished in the rearview mirror, "Let's go around the outer ring."

Before leaving the city, Gao Jun's eyes widened, fearing that something might happen.

And Newman, who was sitting at the back, looked around curiously, just like a curious baby. Seeing that he was about to leave the city, he suddenly said, "Why is there no church here?"

Good question!

Gao Jun couldn't help but look at him, and Simpson, who was driving, had a cigarette in his mouth and said carelessly, "God must not be able to afford the plane ticket, and the Pope is too lazy to go on a business trip..."

special!
Crouching dragon and phoenix chicks are all in the car.

"To open a church here, Maria has to wear body armor!" Gao Jun said in a muffled voice.

"Isn't it true that all angels use AK47?" Newman answered with a smile, but found that the atmosphere was not right, like a duck with its neck stuck, huh!With a sound, the eggs shrink.

"There are weapons in the No. 1 box, take them out for self-defense, there is water and food in the back of the car, save some money, I don't want to die of thirst in the desert."

Gao Jun has already seen the desert outside. Eight-tenths of the country of Saudi Arabia is in the desert. The climate is very dry, and people can still be seen outside near the city.

But after driving for an hour, there was nothing but yellow sand all over the sky.

Newman responded, opened one of the alleys, and took out three mac11 submachine guns, an AR-15, and two drums full of 50 rounds.

The Rub Khali Desert is not simply a place for internet celebrities to check in.

The number of people who die here every year, more than a thousand, are some tourists who think they are great to explore, and then they are bitten to death or thirsty to death.

Human beings are full of awe of nature!

The car ran over the yellow sand, and the skinks who were hiding inside were just run over by the tires, and their brains were squeezed out.

"Sir, it's out of gas," Simpson called, looking at the gas gauge.

Gao Jun spread out the map and stroked it with his fingers, "There should be an abandoned store in front, let's park there, there is oil in the trunk."

The Mobil Oil Company rented a large piece of land here for reclamation, and many of the small buildings they had abandoned were used as shelters. Even gas stations were common, but no one would come to replenish them for a month.

Drove for about ten minutes.

Just saw the roof appear on the horizon.

It looks like this map works.

"Sir, there seems to be someone in front." Simpson saw a car parked outside with sharp eyes, and two or three people ran out of it, waving their arms, jumping up and shouting loudly.

Gao Jun frowned, he didn't want to stay here, smuggled ammunition can't be seen by others, but the car shook twice, glanced at the fuel gauge, and when it bottomed out, he could only order, "Go down and refuel, Keep an eye on Newman, nothing will happen."

"clear."

Simpson deliberately found a place far away to stop, opened the door and got out of the car, watching them warily.

"Can you help us? We're out of oil." A white man with glasses shouted, and there were a man and a woman beside him, who were dressed coolly.

Simpson looked him up and down, then looked back into the car.

Adhering to the principle that more things are worse than less things, Gao Jun nodded slightly.

"Stand still, I'll bring it to you."

"These people are really cautious, thank God, if they hadn't come, we would have been trapped here to death, didn't you prepare for it?" the only woman muttered.

"I'll find a way later, kill those two niggers first, damn it, I already smell the banknotes in their car." One of the men said.

These few are not like good people.

But if you dare to come to the desert by yourself without a guide, you will either be a villain or a bandit!
Simpson brought a small bucket and placed it in the middle of the road, "enough to support you until you return."

"Thank you, thank you very much." The woman kept thanking her. The healthy wheat color and energetic smile moved Simpson a little. If it weren't for Gao Jun, he might become a robber.

In Africa, he did it a lot.

Simpson unscrewed the lid, poured oil into it, and suddenly asked from behind, "Do you need my help?"

This made his hands tremble in fright, and the oil leaked out. He turned his head in dissatisfaction, and saw a woman standing behind, holding a pear in her hand, "I'm here to thank you."

She said, walked to the car window, and planned to hand it over.

Simpson was nervous and wanted to hold her, but through the window, the woman saw the mac11 submachine gun on the car.

After Newman took out his weapon, he forgot to unzip the rear zipper.

So that the weapons inside can be seen at a glance.

Guns... guns!
The woman's eyes flashed, Saudi Arabia is a country that bans guns, and this Rub Khali Desert is known as the "Golden Road". When they came to explore, they heard about it, but they didn't take it seriously.

Who knows, just met?
Come out with so many weapons, on vacation?

smuggling!

These are all money. The woman's heart was burning, and she subconsciously put her hands behind her back, wanting to gesture.

"Are you not very smart?" Gao Jun turned his head, squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold and frightening, and the muzzle of his gun stuck out of the window.

The woman's scalp went numb, and the pear in her hand fell to the ground. She turned around and wanted to run. A series of bursts broke the silence, and the bullet hit her skull from behind.

Throwing on the ground, the muscles are still twitching, eyes are staring, blood seeps into the yellow sand from the wound.

screamed in horror.

Gao Jun pushed open the car door, the corners of his eyes twitched, "What I hate the most is sudden trouble!"

The two men who heard the gunfire looked over blankly. When they saw the fallen woman and the armed Gao Jun, their scalps instantly went numb and they wanted to run into the car.

chu chu chu ~
Newman pressed his left hand on the upper cover, and shot at them with his right hand, and even the opponent's car was riddled with holes.

Gao Jun is not here to play, he is here to explore the way.

It is very likely that he will die by himself.

But what if alive?
That is doomed trouble for Gao Jun and others!
Arms smuggling, in this kind of place, would be punished. He didn't have much youth to step on a sewing machine.

Here, the death penalty is supported.

Most importantly, he doesn't think these few are good people!
"Go and have a look." Gao Jun's heart was beating fast, but he still had to put on a vicious look.

Used to frighten these two black dogs!
Newman nodded hastily, ran over to the car, and found some skins of rare animals.

"Boss, these are Sand Pirates," Newman said.

And Simpson looked down at the pear on the ground, bent down to pick it up, wiped it with his clothes, and bit down.

It's rotten inside...

The other party must have thought that he would be black and white, but in the end...

This Mr. Yuri is much more ruthless than them.

"Over the no-man's land, there are more dead souls." Simpson raised his head, and the words rang in his mind.

But it should be soon...

At night, they will also be dragged away, and then devoured!

Are there innocent people in this world?
Where there is darkness, if you stay in the light for a long time, you will naively think that wolves only eat sheep, but you don't know that when wolves are hungry enough, they will kill each other and become the only ones.

There are more than 200 million people who die from cigarettes every year in the world, and 130 million people die from traffic accidents every year, but people who die in conflicts of interest.

Not less than 1000 million per year!
God bless.

Their souls are well!
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(End of this chapter)