My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 22 How can you be a robber without good weapons?

Gao Jun grabbed the pull ring of the co-pilot.

The off-road vehicle closely followed the camel team.

He still gave money, in the desert, you have to trust the Bedouins, they are professionals.

"Sir, I don't think they are good people." Newman said suddenly.

Gao Jun glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "Do you think we are similar?"

"Forehead…"

This rhetorical question made Newman speechless.

Yes, he is a bastard, and we are also bastards!
"As long as it is there, no matter how bastard a person is, I can make him believe in God." Gao Jun patted the mac11 submachine gun confidently.

"But they believe in Huakbar,"

Gao Jun turned around angrily, and pointed the gun at Newman's head, "Tell me, what do you believe now!"

"I...I believe in Buddhism, Amituofu, no, no, Taoism? Confucius?"

Newman was so frightened that his Chinese burst out, he raised his hand and spoke hastily.

"Shut your stinky mouth, I really want to shoot your teeth out!" Gao Jun gave him a vicious look.

He just wanted to make a point.

God can't change your beliefs, bullets can.

Simpson looked up and grinned silently in the rearview mirror.

Newman gave him a national sign.

"Why did they stop?" Gao Jun saw the bearded man who just collected the money climbed off the camel and trot over, his head covered in sweat, "Mr. Yuri, we need to stay in the camp tonight."

Gao Jun raised his head, looked at the sun, and then at his watch.

"The tribe's Sharif (respectful title, similar to the holy descendants and prophets) said that new sandstorms are gathering and we can't hurry. The desert at night is very dangerous. The emir (tribal commander) told us to leave tomorrow."

In fact, after 1924, the titles of these nobles were messed up. As long as they were the commander-in-chief of a certain tribe or group, they dared to call themselves emirs. You must know that the head of Kuwait was only called by this title.

Even strongmen dare not put a title on their heads.

This should be the monkey king after the collapse of ritual and music.

Gao Jun didn't understand this either, he just felt fucked now.

This service is bad.

"In the camp, we have prepared water and food to welcome guests from afar."

When Gao Jun heard this, he looked cautious, "Mr. Rabe, do these need money?"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Mr. Yuri, no need, these are our welcome to guests."

Fortunately, there is no value-added fee.

Otherwise, Gao Jun thought it was a new type of fraud.

However, there seems to be no difference!
Following Rabe's guidance, the off-road vehicle drove up a sand dune, and Gao Jun and others were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

Dozens of tents are lined up, and the lively people can be heard, and children wearing Disdash (white robes) are running past, followed by small camels.

"Welcome to the De Fetul Tribe, this is our home!" Rabe introduced happily while standing next to him.

The afterglow of the sky illuminates the brilliance, covering the tribe.

This scene is really beautiful.

"How many people are there?" Gao Jun asked abruptly.

"700 people!"

An expression of frustration appeared on Gao Jun's face.

Grass!
If I had known these people before, I would have bought some sunscreen before, not to mention that people in the desert don’t want it, as long as your price is low enough, they will definitely buy it.

The big deal is to get a few tons from Xiaohei Workshop and put them in a box. It costs 5 dollars a box. Isn't it expensive?
this business...

ran from the hand.

Just when he was annoyed, a group of people walked into the tribe, and two pickup trucks caught his attention. They were covered with tarpaulins, with dirty water dripping from them, and the air smelled fishy.

"Those are the Emir's friends. They often come to the desert and hire us as their guides." Rabe lowered his voice, "Don't get close to them, they are not very friendly."

Of course, Gao Jun is not the kind of person who finds fault. He nodded and turned his gaze away. When people walk outside, they only need to understand the three elements.

It's none of my business!

none of your business!

Seeing that the situation is not good, run quickly!

As long as you keep these three in mind, you can basically survive.

Gao Jun followed Rabe for two steps, and suddenly turned his head and said to Newman, "You go to the car and follow Simpson, and I can go in by myself.".

Newman was clever, looked at the tribe, and nodded.

This is their territory!
Who knows if they will have any ideas?
But after all, it would be disrespectful not to come to see you as a guest. As long as the Simpsons are around, the Bedouin will also be wary. The most important point is that you have to let others understand that you are not powerless.

"Give me the gun." Gao Jun said.

Newman took out a Glock pistol from the back of his clothes, and took out an extended magazine from his pocket, and handed over 40 rounds together.

Seeing this scene, Rabe frowned.

"I like to bring toys with me when I go out. As you know, the United States is very chaotic. If I go out, I will be beaten to death. My brothers and sisters will be beaten to death, so I can feel at ease when I hold it." Gao Jun was talking nonsense.

"Here you can rest assured of your safety."

"Of course I believe it." Gao Jun put his gun on his waist and said with a smile, "Let's go and meet the respected emir."

When others think you are dangerous, you better really be dangerous!
Don't try to hold your breath and wait to hit someone in the face. Do you have the fastest bullets? Lions know how to fight rabbits and use all their strength, let alone people?

Rabe hesitated for a moment, and took a closer look at Gao Jun. He shouldn't be crazy, killing people if he doesn't agree with him, right?

"Let's go."

Walking into the tribe, there are children jumping out, calling Rabe's name, obviously he is very popular here.

Bringing Gao Jun to the central tent, Rabe looked back at him, stood outside and shouted in Arabic, and heard a voice coming from inside a few seconds later.

"go in."

Rabe lifted the curtain, and the scene inside was clear.

I saw a middle-aged man in a robe sitting on the first seat, with deep eyes, and sitting next to him was a man of brown race, similar to a Melanesian, wearing dark green military uniform pants, with a scar on his cheek.

He doesn't look like a nice guy!
"Dear guest, welcome to the beautiful desert, you can call me Nasser." Amir stood up and said with a smile.

"Hi, sorry to bother you."

"Every life lost in the desert should be respected. You can meet Rabe and the others, which is also the guide of Huakbar."

When a bearded man talks about faith to you, you have to show enough concern that Gao Jun bowed his head and gave a compliment.

When you go to a place, you have to blend in.

In the Western world, Gao Jun believes in God, and in Africa, he believes in tradition. Of course, if you want him to believe in Buddhism in the West, that’s fine too. Give him money, his integrity is very expensive.

"This is my friend, Varane."

Gao Jun nodded towards him, and then introduced himself, "My name is Yuri, and I'm a businessman."

"Ordinary businessmen don't come to the desert at will." Varane's tone was stiff and staid.

Nasser also looked at him curiously.

Gao Jun looked at the two, nodded with a smile, took out his business card, and handed it over with both hands, "I am an arms dealer, and I am looking for clients for my boss."

Arms dealer!
It's still a great name.

Ordinary people will definitely be bluffed when they hear it, but Varane is just surprised, as can be seen from Gao Jun's clothes.

It's a bad intermediary.

Still dead intermediary!
Nasser took the business card, frowned and looked deeply at Gao Jun.

What look is this?
It seems... There is a business coming to your door?
Gao Jun's intuition told him that this kid must have something to say.

"Sure enough, wherever there is war, you will never be missing." Varane said.

"Sir, please don't discriminate. We did not start the war. We are just salesmen. I am not responsible for where my customer uses the firearm. Maybe, he used it to commit suicide. Of course, before committing suicide, we will do so in good faith." Don’t put the gun muzzle too close to the temple, it’s easy to burn.” Gao Jun still said with a smile.

service industry.

Why don't you laugh.

Varane glanced at him and fell silent, since he wasn't doing any good business anyway.

"If you need anything, you can contact me at any time. If you need anything, I will find a way to get it for you." First boast Haikou.

Gao Jun glanced at a shotgun behind Nasser.

Winchester M1897 Shotgun!
Very classic old style.

He is hanging on to promote his own force?Or just jewelry?

Gao Jun didn't know, but if he read it correctly, Varane was an animal hunter, and there might be a dead animal in the pickup truck.

Large Bedouins live in the desert belly, but live more and more chicly. How could it be possible that Nasser did not engage in "part-time jobs" and "side jobs"?

700 people live and eat, every day is money.

Do you think whoever digs a shovel is oil?
Gao Jun wanted to tell Nasser now, "Brother, you are a robber, so you are not allowed to bring in some weapons?"

After he finished the introduction, he saw that the other party didn't respond, so he groaned in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he heard what Nasser said.

"Can I see your stuff?"

"Of course!"

"They must be very happy to be inspected by the esteemed emir!"

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