My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 25 Idiot, my $440!

Bishop was more forthcoming than his cousin Nasser.

People are rushing for heavy firepower!
After all, it is to fight against the strong.

Gao Jun was also observing the other bearded beards around Bishop, they were just...like civilians!
The L1A1 rifle in his hand is a British imitation of Belgium's weapon. There is also a large pot helmet on the robe. The American M1 is slung over the British 58 version of the sand-colored armed strap.

Let's put it this way...

Local tyrants don't care about logistics supplies, as long as it is a weapon of a powerful country, they will buy it!

So much so, that it seems nondescript.

Of course, compared with the department stores of the Indians, the Kuwaitis are more reserved.

Most importantly, the man's finger was always on the trigger, and occasionally he moved his finger twice, which made Gao Jun's scalp tingle, buddy, you won't go off the hook, right?

It's strange to say that with marksmanship, if you aim hard, you will repair the earth instead, but if you don't care about anything and just lift it up and shoot, the bullet will seem to have eyes.

Commonly known as: Metaphysics!
African alias: reckless marksmanship, one shot will not work, two shots will fail!
"We want 50 FIM-43s with 200 rounds of shells, but I need to deliver them within three days."

Gao Jun was overjoyed when he heard the initial order, but the time limit made him shake his head, "Impossible, impossible."

"There are so many things, I have to report and go through the formalities, and it will take at least a week."

The goods are real, and the procedures are also real!
As for what was reported?
This is a commercial secret.

If it goes to the Mediterranean Sea, at least a month, if he wants to deliver it in a short time, it will take a week, and it can only be transported by air.

"These are not what I want to consider. I will place an order if it can be delivered in three days, and I also want 100 mac11 submachine guns and 6 rounds of ammunition!"

Gao Jun's expression flickered, all the equipment.

Bishop is going to work hard!

This is no good, just these few bird people, what if you die?Will the business continue in the future?
"Sir, I think you should understand the essence of guerrilla warfare." Gao Jun thought for a while, and said in a slightly tactful tone.

"Kuwait not only has Prince Fahd! We will all fight to the death for the motherland!" Bishop said excitedly.

Prince Fahd is a ruthless man, the king's younger brother. When the Iraqi army attacked the mansion, he and his two sons shot with AKs.

Same as Allende.

Gao Jun looked at Bishop's iron head, suddenly thought of something, told him to wait a moment, walked back into the car, leaned his body through the car window, and searched in several bags.

He touched a book, took it out, read it, walked back, and handed it to Bishop, "Sir, there is never only one side to war. This book is very helpful to you. It is a great book written by a great man. As long as you learn him well, defeating the invaders is easy."

Title: "On Guerrilla Warfare"!
This is the English version. This book was translated into several languages ​​in the 50s, published abroad, and regarded as a standard in many places.

"It's free." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"I know him." Bishop pointed to the name on it and said cautiously, "He is a great man."

"So, don't worry, and, I have some information, do you need it?"

"Information?" Bishop was at a loss.

"Yes, but information is very important, and the price is relatively expensive."

Bishop looked at him suspiciously, "As long as it's true, tell me a price."

"Of course I can't decide whether the information is true or not, but if you want it, you have to pay. After all, you know, even the underwear that the Pope wears every day is different." Gao Jun said emphatically.

Bishop: "How much do you need?"

"Five million dollars."

Looking at the other party, Gao Jun heaved a sigh of relief, and his heart skipped a beat. NMD, there are fewer calls. Kuwait is a big oil country. Those who stay like him to fight guerrillas must have a lot of funds in their hands.

Grass!
Business is lost.

Bishop readily agreed and urged Gao Jun to speak.

"The United States will be involved in the war in the near future."

"this one?"

"Besides, it was authorized by the United Nations, so Kuwait is not alone." Gao Jun encouraged him.

Bishop's eyes were shining.

Gao Jun kept calculating in his hands, and after finishing writing, he paused with his pen, "My quotation for FIM-43 is 600 US dollars, and the price of shells is 500 US dollars. Buy ten and get one free. That's the price of 180 pieces. Here is the price. It's $12."

"The mac11 submachine gun is priced at 440 US dollars, and the bullet is 1 US dollar. The total is 104000 US dollars, and the total is 224000 US dollars. I promise you a [-]% discount..."

Gao Jun still turned to the computer for help.

"179200 US dollars! And the information of 1 yuan, what do you think? Don't worry, the money can't be miscalculated. When I do business, the most important thing is sincerity."

The price of bullets has not increased, which is considered a face for you.

Bishop glanced at the bill, nodded, and waved to a companion next to him, who offered a briefcase.

As soon as it was opened, Gao Jun's eyes were blinded!
have you seen…

Gold bars?
There are all of them, at least thirty or forty.

"This is the standard 3.746 ounces. According to the current gold price, the price of an ounce is 357.15 US dollars, and one piece is 1337.88 US dollars. There are 35 pieces here, and the price is 46825.8, which is regarded as an advance payment."

"Mr. Bishop, now the price of gold is different every day. There are people melting gold under the Statue of Liberty every day. Tomorrow it may be 300 US dollars an ounce. This is not possible at all." Gao Jun swallowed carefully.

He was right. How long has it been since the financial crisis?
The price of gold varies from day to day, but in fact it will definitely rise in essence. Gao Jun is just using this method to lower the price, which is what a businessman has in his heart.

"Then how much do you think?"

"Five million dollars."

Bishop didn't care much about the $6000, so he went with him.

did you see!
What is Big Brother?
What is a local tyrant?
What is a big dog?

This is!
Gao Jun took the box happily, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a sharp and piercing sound from the horn of the motorcade behind him.

Bishop's expression suddenly became embarrassing.

There was a sound of machine gun fire, and Gao Jun's right eyelid twitched vigorously. No, something happened.

"The Iraqis are coming!" I don't know who shouted.

"Fight!" Bishop roared.

And how could Gao Jun stay and fight?
He got into the car with someone and yelled at him, "Mr. Bishop, when the goods arrive, I will call you and drive quickly. Damn it, why are those Iraqis here?"

Bishop didn't answer him.

Fight back with people.

After the Isuzu Trooper reversed, it swung its tail smartly. Gao Jun looked back and saw a dozen armed off-road vehicles rushing up the sand dunes.

An encounter broke out in the desert!
I don't know if the people over there saw a little ant running away, and two cars chased it.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I'm just an arms dealer, not a military adviser, why are you beating me?
"Boost!"

"The gas pedal is pressed to the bottom." Simpson's scalp was also sweating.

Gao Jun swears...

When you earn money, you must find someone to protect yourself.

this place.

It's so scary.

chug chug chug~
The bullets were chasing the buttocks of the off-road vehicle, and Newman was so frightened that he held his head and shrank back, but he still bit the bullet, stretched out a hand, grabbed the mac11 submachine gun and fired.

But this guy didn't hold his hand firmly, and the submachine gun fell directly.

Gao Jun happened to see this scene from the rearview mirror.

"idiot!"

"My $440!!"

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