My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 38 Is his face big enough?
The minibus stopped slowly.

Through the window, Gao Jun saw the dilapidated, dark high wall.

And in the center of the door, there is a Mi-24 helicopter, but it is seriously damaged, the cabins are all dented by the bombing, and even the armored protective airborne machine guns and rocket pods and other weapons and equipment are missing.Obviously, this empty shell was used as a trophy for people to look up to.

This... is the Grand Hotel?

After opening the door, the armed men yelled and got out of the car.

Gao Jun got out of the car and looked around. There was barbed wire surrounding him. It looked more and more like a...prison!
Follow the armed men into the hotel.

Facing the door, there are portraits of the elders of "Alliance-7".

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Kabul." A man wrapped in a turban stood in the hall, followed by two armed men armed with AKs.

Look at them like a chick!

"The Galsworthy Hotel will keep everyone safe in Kabul. As long as you are here, the shells will have to learn to cheat. My name is Upton. I am very happy to meet you."

It's been a long time since I saw such a polite beard.

A little uncomfortable.

"There are three levels of hotel rooms, $30, $130, and $230."

This price caused an uproar.

chu chu chu ~
Molecules standing behind Upton pulled the trigger toward the roof.

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Sorry, your voices are too loud, you scared the young man." Upton still said with a smile on his face, "If you choose well, you can go to the front desk. If you think it's expensive, you can leave. However, Kabul at night is not good. Safety."

Isn't this stealing money?
$50 minibus + minimum $30 a night room.

There are 2.30 people here, and at least they can get about 2000 US dollars!

or…

Pull a team yourself and collect protection fees?

This idea swirled in Gao Jun's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. What are you kidding, you thought they were doing it on their own, but in fact, which militant has no backer?

Rush into it...

You will be made into mummies, hung on the top of hills and mountains, and eaten by passing birds.

It's better to be an arms dealer safely.

Gao Jun asked for a $30 room.

Everyone squeezed together, but the front desk said...

"Even if we live together, other people have to pay 10 dollars to move in."

Gao Jun's hands were shaking when he took out the money.

Wanted to punch this guy in the face.

The room is also a typical Afghan war style...

bathroom…

The toilets were blown up.

There is also a half of the room with air leaks, bullets stuck on the wall, and gravel on the ground, etc. There are only two wooden beds in the middle.

"It's going to cost $30!!"

"These bandits!"

Gao Jun cursed angrily in a low voice, why not loud?Nonsense, afraid that the other party will break him.

"Just a moment."

"It's okay, Boss, we've slept in worse places than this. At least, there's a window here." Ruen pointed to the glass and pushed his hand lightly. Under the horrified eyes of everyone...

The glass fell!

The four of them stared at each other.

After about ten seconds, someone knocked on the door.

Umbrella went to answer the door, standing with a beard, "Sir, damaged items, $20."

……

It was past five in the morning.

Gao Jun was awakened by the sound of the "cannon" when he got up, and he stared out the window sleepily. In the darkness, he could see bunches of "UFOs" piercing the sky and turning the distance into daylight. Darkness engulfed it again.

But this shocking scene still left Gao Jun in a daze.

"Boss, don't worry, it should be far away from us." Umbrella said softly, as if comforting a child.

"I'm just curious, tell me, how much is this shell worth?" Gao Jun asked with a grin.

Abbrera: "..."

The boss is the boss, and the first thing that comes to mind is money.

Gao Jun stared into the distance, making no secret of his greed.

Lie back on the bed again, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, got up, and walked outside.

"Boss..." Umbrella got up and followed.

"It's okay, I'm just going to take a look."

Fang Pang was very serious, "This is a war zone, it's better to pay attention to safety."

Seeing how "stubborn" he was, Gao Jun smiled, opened the door, and a cool breeze blew in, making his hairs stand on end.

There were two armed men standing in the corridor, smoking a cigarette, and looked over when they heard any movement.

But I didn't care.

This is a hotel, not a prison.

"Gentlemen, good morning." Gao Jun greeted him as if he was familiar with him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it over, "American cigarettes."

The militants' eyes lit up.

This kind of good smoke is not something their bums can taste, and they are not polite. They take it and put it in their mouths. They don't throw away their own cigarettes, but put them in their pockets.

It cannot be wasted.

"Can I see Mr. Upton?"

Perhaps because of the cigarettes, they spoke politely, "It's still too early, and Mr. Upton doesn't like people disturbing his sleep."

"Just tell him that I have a business to discuss with him." Gao Jun stuffed 10 dollars into the other party's hand, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

"This…"

"This pack of cigarettes is also for you."

"Okay, I'll go take a look." The militant said with a smile on his face, and after shouting something in Arabic to his companion, he walked upstairs.

What a businessman fears most is silence.

Gao Jun's chatting skills are still full. From the mouth of the remaining person, he learned that the hotel is run by a partnership, and even the airport was captured by "Alliance-7".

Upton's identity is the number two person in charge of one of the organizations.

And this morning, the "Alliance-7" and another group, Burhanuddin Rabbani, were fighting for the west of Kabul.

In a capital, there are two major forces, and more than a dozen small warlords attached to it, the degree of chaos can be seen.

"Victory belongs to the alliance-7!" The other side said confidently.

Naturally, Gao Jun wouldn't pour cold water on him. Anyway, he is a professional, "Victory belongs to the people!"

Ding Deng Deng.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and the armed men came down, "Mr. Upton promised to see you, but there is only one person."

"Go back and rest first." Gao Jun turned to Umbrella and said.

"boss…"

"Don't worry, there won't be any danger on the territory of Alliance-7."

This sentence is meant for others to hear, and it will definitely reach Upton's ears by the way. Sure enough, seeing Gao Jun's understanding, the two armed men showed satisfaction on their faces.

Follow one person upstairs.

The level of security above is much stricter, and the weapons of the militants have also become more complicated. There are Dragunov SVD sniper rifles, AK automatic rifles, and even the ancestral Lee Enfield Mk III and Mosin Nagant.

At first glance, it is the style of the imperial cemetery.

You must know that in the past two hundred years, they have suffered successive aggressions from Britain, Tsarist Russia, and the Soviet Union, and the range of weapons has spanned greatly.

do not doubt.

As long as the gun can fire, it can kill people.

This group of people looked at Gao Jun with flickering eyes.

Gao Jun smiled at them and walked into the room. Upton sat cross-legged and raised his head, "You want to talk to me about business? I'm not everyone's favorite."

"Mr. Upton, it's okay if you don't like me, as long as you can like it."

Gao Jun threw a stack of about 2000 US dollars on the table, bent down, pointed at Franklin's nose, and looked at Franklin, "His face should be big enough, right?"

Upton's eyes are downcast, and his personality is fierce and decisive, or in other words, unscrupulous.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

"Any beer?"

"Of course, for its sake, it has everything." Upton said with a smile, nodding towards his subordinates.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"Nicholas Yuri, an arms dealer."

Gao Jun took out his business card and handed it over.

Upton took it over, glanced at it, and said meaningfully, "Another one."

……

(End of this chapter)