My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 41 The rich are counted, but what are the poor?
The convoy drove across the bridge over the Kabul River and entered the new city.

The river divides the city into two, the old city on the south bank and the new city on the north bank.

The new city is concentrated in commercial areas, royal palaces, official residences and high-end residences, while the old city preserves palace buildings from ancient times to the present, the more famous ones are Gurhana Palace, Dirkusa Palace, Saladat Palace, and Rose Palace. and Dar Aman Palace.

Let's put it this way, everything that has nothing to do with the poor is here.

Gao Jun was the first to see a flag hanging on the wall of the first four or five floors. Najira's head was hung together with Su Xunzong's, but both of them had "pockmarks" on their faces.

I don't know which cutie, who used a machine gun to sweep it, it's a waste of bullet money, but without such a trick, what does Gao Jun earn?
On the other side of the bridge, there is a sentry post.

When they saw the convoy, they walked out lazily wearing urban field uniforms. The cap walls, collar badges and epaulet buckles were trimmed in red, which represented the security forces. The lower body of the leader was still wearing Soviet straight-leg trousers, and the M1918 steel helmet was on his head. A product of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Imperial Graveyard, what's missing?
He stretched out his hand from the pickup truck in front, and knocked on the door with the letter of communication between his hands. The guard took a look and gave a military salute to give way.

Gao Jun looked outside, just in time a female soldier looked over enviously, when their eyes met, the other bowed her head shyly.

"20 dollars, I'll ask her to accompany you at night, how about wearing that suit?" Upton said teasingly.

Gao Jun looked at him, "I'm just curious, why is such an important card point guarded by old men and women?"

"Because young men have already joined us. After the Soviet Union retreated, the government army didn't have much military income. Just give them 10 dollars, and those women can stand for a month."

"Then your monthly salary is very high?" Gao Jun was a little curious.

At this question, Upton just smiled.

In fact, according to the US disclosure later, the salaries of the resistance organizations are also very small, but they have subsidies, including medical treatment subsidies for relatives, hunger and thirst subsidies, and most importantly, they all rely on the support of their peers!
Do you think it's all about faith?
Most of them were "forced" to join the war because they couldn't afford to eat.

Come out to mix, the text is not good, one-handed AK will always be pressed, and the martial arts is not good, then it is not this material, go eat shit!
The people in the new town are doing well. There is a boy in overalls riding a bicycle, followed by three or four strong men, and a nanny.

something…

If you were born without it, you are doomed to not have one!

The gap between people is as big as the gap between humans and dogs.

The convoy drove into a military camp, and the Afghan flag was flying high, but it seemed that it was not in a good mood, and its head was drooping.

Not even a birdman on the playground.

However, screams came from the small house next to it.

Gao Jun and Upton got out of the car and looked left and right. I don't know if it was a coincidence or on purpose, and saw a group of people coming out of the door.

A man who looks like a fat pig, wearing an Afghan army uniform, followed by a woman, baggy red trousers, a loose long-sleeved top, looks a bit like a South Asian kameez, and wears a turban on his head.

Those eyes are as charming as jewels.

Just one look, and I want to fall in love with her.

Upton just finished shaking hands with him and introduced Gao Jun to him.

"Hello, Colonel Sada." Gao Jun took off his sunglasses, put them in his coat pocket, and said.

But the other party raised his eyebrows when he saw him, and looked at Upton, "Asian? Are you kidding me? I let you bring someone here to save face, but you can't deceive me like this."

Gao Jun withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Colonel, there is no nationality in the transaction."

"I'm afraid you won't pay me. A Vietnamese man took 20 kilograms of marijuana from me and ran away. He still owes me tens of thousands of dollars."

"Afraid that I don't have the strength? I understand." Gao Jun hooked his fingers towards Umbrella behind him, who ran over and handed over the black handbag.

"When you come out to do business, I understand that you have to talk about strength, background, and money." Gao Jun opened the briefcase while talking, revealing the gold bars folded inside, "It's the first time I've met, doubt me, no problem, Colonel , I'll take the money, let's make friends!"

Sada was dazzled by the gold, and even Upton behind him was in a daze, this Asian...

Seems richer than expected!
"Clap!"

Gao Jun closed the box, and Sada was shocked, a wild boar-like smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand, "Sada Brahman."

"Nicholas Uri."

Only strength can make others respect you.

"Let's go and see the goods first?" Gao Jun suggested.

"Aren't you going to sit down first?"

"Colonel, the banknotes can't wait."

Sada laughed, and led them to the military supply depot, and generously handed him a cigar, "Cuban, $6 a piece."

Gao Jun, who was about to light the fire, heard that he pretended to be X, so he was okay?He took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket, lit it, lit the other party's cigar first, and said with a smile, "One person is 6 dollars, two people are 16 dollars, and the same is true for making money. Two mouths, compare one." It takes a lot to open your mouth, right?"

Fat pork grows much longer, but his brain is bright.

He heard what Gao Jun said, but he still smiled vaguely, "Look at the goods first, whether you can be full depends on how big a bowl you have prepared."

Two officers next to him pushed open the iron gate.

Press the switch on the wall, and see the lights come on one by one.

At first glance, Gao Jun saw two BMP-1 tanks at the door, but the 73mm 2A28 low-pressure smoothbore guns on them were gone, including the Kalashnikov tank's dual machine gun and tank missile system. Two clean.

From the outside it looks like a bare shell.

"Why does the BMP stop here? Where is its weapon?" Gao Jun couldn't help touching it with his hands, and turned his head to ask.

"It eats too much oil."

this excuse...

Does the vehicle management office give a license?Still care about fuel consumption?

With a weight of 13.2 tons, it should, probably, may really not be able to add fuel, and the Hummer is eating cat food in front of him.

"Then the weapon was dismantled?"

When Gao Jun saw the opponent nodding, he felt violent. Although the armor of this thing is relatively thin, it is relatively low in actual combat, but it depends on who you are fighting with.

6-26mm armor, if you encounter the black dog's marksmanship, you should be able to handle it, right?
Of course, only in theory.

However, there is also experience that 12.7mm or 6 grenades can be destroyed.

"If a heavy machine gun is welded on it, wouldn't it be armed again?" This thought flashed through Gao Jun's mind. In a few days, there will be a desert rally, maybe those big dogs will be able to see it?

Find a repair shop that can fix it for you.

Is this not easy?
But what is the price of this defective product called?
It seems that Sweden once bought 700 BMP armored vehicles for only 1100 million U.S. dollars, that is to say, about 4 U.S. dollars per car, and it is also fully equipped. Buying one will get [-] rounds of shells.

Gao Jun divides left and right in his heart.

"$600!" he called back.

"Deal!" Sada answered even faster.

NMD!

shout high.

Gao Jun's mouth bald, and immediately added, "I said two!"

"Don't you mean it?" The other party asked back, which made Gao Jun speechless for a moment.

well...

People have always been cabbages.

An armored vehicle without a weapon system is nothing more than a coffin board with four tires. It seems that there is really nothing to do.

It's not as high as the price of an RPG.

In this kind of place, pretty is not as good as practical.

What they pursue is big, thick and fierce!

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(End of this chapter)