My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 33 Gentlemen, Mad Thursday!
"How about this room?" Taylor stood at the door, pushed the door open, and said half way out of the way.

Gao Jun glanced inside.

The environment is well decorated, but…

Can you tell me about the women's panties hanging on the table?
"Oh! Damn it, didn't those whores leave without wearing it?" Taylor followed the other's gaze, with a very expressive expression, walked over, and stuffed the transparent little underwear into his pocket.

At all ...

It seems very natural.

He also recommended it to Gao Jun, "Do you need it? It should only cost 30 dollars, but you know that Jubail is very busy recently, and there are many energetic young men who need a soul collision. Perhaps, the price has increased, if you want, I can recommend it for you.”

"The one on Chengbei Street is the best. Their women are very new."

Gao Jun was taken aback when he heard this.

"Are you still in charge of recruiting prostitutes?"

Taylor seemed very calm, "I will do anything, as long as you need it, I can satisfy it. Of course, you have to pay a little money." He rubbed his fingers together as he said.

This gesture is unified all over the world.

"Whether it's legal or illegal, in Jubail, everything I handle is legal!"

Taylor said this with pride in his tone.

"I want to be president too?" Gao Jun joked.

"The more chaotic the place, the cheaper it is. Of course, the lowest price is tens of millions of dollars..." Taylor looked him up and down, and said cautiously, "As long as you give him money, all you have to think about is how to sit on it."

Grass!
I'm not as comfortable as a broker.

Gao Jun was depressed, and opened his mouth. He wanted to ask Taylor to help save the cash in his backpack, but he came too late, and the banks were closed.

But then I thought about it, I was alone and couldn't trust anyone!

And you can't let people know that you have money.

Not sure...

You're dead on the street.

If the "kindness" in this world can also be profitable, then God should feel ashamed when he sees it.

"Great business, but I don't think I need it right now."

Taylor didn't care, and he didn't forget to say good night to him before leaving, but Gao Jun stopped him at the door.

He stretched out two fingers, "Please help me contact the two, I am more addicted."

Taylor took the money, with a wider smile on his face, "Do you need a man or a woman?"

...

The next day.

The two girls kissed Gao Jun's face, happily took the money and left, only 40 US dollars each.

Of course, the price is not cheap.

But there is no way, the transportation here is inconvenient, and the approved price itself is much too high. It used to only cost about 10 US dollars, but the business is so good recently, so the price must be raised appropriately.

Gao Jun was covered with a quilt, with a relaxed face.

He felt that he was not in the mood for female sex anymore, and he also felt that it was really wrong to do this, with a cigarette in his mouth, pointing to the ground, and lighting the ash.

After stealing half a day's leisure, she lay on the bed for nearly an hour before getting up, carefully arranged her hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and flicked the glass in satisfaction.

With a bag on his back and a briefcase, he went downstairs.

Taylor was talking to a waiter at the front desk, and when he saw him coming down, a smile appeared on his face.

Because he is indeed generous!
Unlike those "desperadoes" in Jubail, they searched and searched, wishing for another overlord to criticize, but Taylor is not a vegetarian, dare not give money?
Go straight to Frago and send out an army to kill you.

Do you need any more reason?

When the U.S. military was in the Vietnam War, they abused local women a lot. Even after the incident was exposed, what can be done?
The fist symbolizes strength and unscrupulous demands on the weak.

"How is it? Mr. Yuri."

Gao Jun replied that a man knows how to smile, "It's great."

"Kellogg and Selina are the most popular girls in Jubail. When they came down just now, they told me that you are very gentle and more comfortable than those...white people." Taylor said in a low voice. Yes, but also pursed his lips at a few white men sitting in the hall.

Being praised by women, of course vanity and self-esteem will burst.

Order them next time!

"Are you going out?" He looked at Gao Jun's backpack and said.

"I'm going to the bank."

Taylor: "Need to get in touch? VIP channel, one-on-one special matchmaking, even a special car pick-up, only 300 US dollars!"

You fucking got addicted to making money from me.

$300!

I can...can find a homeless man in the United States and let him kill someone.

Gao Jun said with a stiff face, "No, thank you."

Taylor pouted regretfully, "Okay, Mr. Uri, you can call me again if you need it."

Gao Jun nodded and walked towards the door.

At a glance, I saw a Land Rover military vehicle parked at the door, with the word Saudi written in English on it, and two people wearing desert-colored military uniforms sat inside.

They happened to look at each other, and when they saw Gao Jun, they looked at each other. The co-pilot's warrant officer opened the door and came down, looking at him, "Yuri?"

"it's me."

"We are from Flago, and we will follow you these two days."

Gao Jun nodded, thanked him, and sat in the back seat. This scene was witnessed by many people, especially those mercenaries who had evil intentions, and their expressions were very depressed.

But the malice will not diminish.

They are selling their morals for money, so they still care about Saudi Arabia?

Give me the money, and the Yankee's ass will be opened for you!
The military vehicle brought Gao Jun to the largest National Commercial Bank in Jubail. The money-making bank is different, and the gates are very large.

The two warrant officers protected Gao Jun to enter the bank, and saw the security guard holding an MP5 submachine gun.

This is currently the mainstream weapon of the Saudi army.

There were very few people in the bank, except for Gao Jun, that is, a small team of about 3 people not far away. Judging from their clothes, they looked like mercenaries. The leader was a middle-aged white man with gray hair, but he was a little melancholy.

It seems that something happened.

Gao Jun is not the grandmother of the neighborhood committee, mind your own business!
His grandfather was able to live to be more than 90 years old, all because of a cheat, don't talk too much nonsense.

Soon it was his turn, and the counter called his number.

"Sir, what business do you handle?" the waitress at the counter asked.

"Save money!"

Gao Jun turned the backpack around and took out the money. The US$19 in cash actually looked like a large amount. Even if the cabinet sister had seen the banknotes, her eyes lit up when she saw so many US dollars.

He smiled even happier at Gao Jun.

"Please show me your ID."

Gao Jun handed over the passport, folded his hands, and nervously watched the other party operate on the 286 computer.

Seeing the US dollars flying above the banknote detector, he thought of Paul.

These are all for selling brothers... hard-earned money!
But it's all mine!

Gao Jun asked her to open the check service. Because of the special nature of the Saudi National Commercial Bank, the settlement currency of the trade surplus is sent out from this bank, and it cooperates with many overseas banks.

After all, people have to count money when selling oil.

It took about ten minutes to get it done, and the other party handed over the bank card with both hands, "I've been waiting, sir."

"Thank you, your service is great." Gao Jun was in a better mood and said a few more words.

"Thank you for your approval."

The two were talking and laughing because they had a conversation.

"What is that rich Asian doing?" the Saudi soldier sitting in the back asked the warrant officer.

"Maybe, I was thinking about what to eat tonight." The warrant officer opened his hands and flipped through the magazines. Suddenly, there was a sound of exclamation at the door, and he turned his head to look, and saw a Toyota Hiace rushing straight over.

Under the horrified eyes of the warrant officer, he shattered the glass and overturned several rows of seats.

The security guards were stunned.

This is not over yet, I saw two robbers getting off the car!

One tall and one short, with hoods on their heads, they are grandpa KFC and McDonald's clown, carrying black backpacks, the former is holding an AK, and the latter is holding a Type 63 automatic rifle!
The clown threw a shuttle at the security guard.

The other party, MP5, didn't react and was killed.

"Gentlemen, it's Mad Thursday, Rob!"

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(End of this chapter)