My Arms Dealer Career

The standard in Chapter 47 is 300 kilometers, and the error is 1700 kilometers. (Ask for a monthly ticket! Thank you!)
The sun burns.

A head protruded from under the lonely cactus, and a kangaroo rat stared at the convoy in the distance.

Loud music blasted out from inside the car.

Aerosmith's Classics Live! ", an industrial frenzy full of hard rock, the driver's head swayed, and the car was about to be knocked over by him.

Gao Jun felt that his head was big, "Hey, man, can I change it?"

Saudi Arabia has also been invaded by culture?
The driver raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror, feeling a little upset, but after all, he was a guest invited by the emir (the chief), so he could only press the radio.

"Sweet honey, how sweet your smile is..."

Gao Jun had a satisfied smile on his face, "That's it." He folded his hands and moved his body. He felt his head swell after listening to rock music, and he lived longer if he listened to soothing music too much.

The driver pouted.

More than half an hour later, I went around a sand dune and saw the De Feituer tribe. There were a few children squatting on the ground with bare feet outside. When they heard the movement, they raised their heads, turned around and ran back, shouting loudly. .

When Gao Jun got off the car, he saw Rabe hurried out of the tent and greeted him with a smile. The other party was also very happy.

"I brought you a present."

Gao Jun glanced at Umbrella, took a packed box, and handed it over.

"Mine?" Rabe asked in surprise.

"Of course, we are friends. Open the gift I brought you on a business trip." Gao Jun smiled and nodded.

actually…

He had presents for everyone "important," including Nasser and even Bishop.

What is this called?
Maintaining existing customers, deepening relationships, and occasionally giving a small gift, isn't this the norm in the promotion industry?

So is the arms business!

Business is hard, especially quality customers are hard to find.

In Gao Jun's small book, among the current cooperative relationships, the big dog family ranks first, and the most important thing is that they will not default on the balance payment.

After Rabe opened it, there was a Soviet TT-30 pistol nicknamed: "Big Black Star", which was found in Sada's warehouse, which was considered an extra.

This gun is not expensive.

Some military fans once jokingly said: the cost of 4 yuan and 6 cents.

"This is a Soviet general's gun during the Afghan war." Gao Jun began to tell the story again.

If you give "status" to this piece of scrap metal, then it will be a valuable scrap of scrap iron. This is what capitalists like to do most. It is like a diamond, bound to love.

Love you motherfucker.

When Rabe heard it, his eyes lit up, and he said sincerely, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Gao Jun smiled slightly, followed Rabe into the tribe, saw Nasser outside the emir's tent, and the other party warmly opened his hands and gave him a big hug.

"Yuri, those guns of yours are so easy to use." He lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Our territory in the Rub Khali Desert has expanded a lot."

What do you need territory for in the desert?
Do you defecate anywhere?

"As long as it can help you, that's enough. I've brought some goods and cannons. Want to see?" Gao Jun was half a head taller than the other party. Standing together, he had to take care of his emotions.

As soon as he heard the cannon, Nasser's eyes lit up, "Let's go and have a look."

"Umbrella, please come down from our young man from afar." Gao Jun shouted loudly.

Umbrella, who was talking to Scottis, responded, ran into the truck, and beckoned a few people to slide the 107 rockets down the pallet.

"107 mm caliber, when no rockets are loaded, it weighs only 0.385 tons, and the rockets weigh 18.8 kg. One person can carry one, and it can withstand long-distance marches in complex terrain. Maximum range: 8500 meters, launch interval 0.6-0.8 seconds , This is 12 tubes, if you are happy, you can launch the firepower of a howitzer battalion towards the target within 12 seconds, with a radius of lethality of 12.5 meters." Gao Jun walked over and patted the barrel, introducing with a smile.

"The boy's temper is not very good, but he is very hard-working, which is very suitable in a place like the desert."

Nasser looked at him, "Boys have very violent tempers, just like the little boy who ran away from home on August 1945, 8 and hasn't come back yet."

Gao Jun was taken aback, "But I heard that someone saw him in Hiroshima. I don't know if it's true or not. The Americans should put up a missing person notice."

"I think Americans definitely don't like to see him very much."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Can you demonstrate it to me?" Nasser said.

"Here? I didn't bring many shells..." Gao Jun looked around and said.

"The shells are mine."

"Umbrella, Scotis, get out the instruction manual that Appleton gave me, damn it! Where did you put it? You won't put it under your ass again?"

...

ten minutes later.

On the sand dunes 300 meters to the right of the tribe.

Gao Jun was flipping through a yellowed manual, looking at it with a headache, but fortunately, there were professionals under him, and under the command of Umbrella, the shells were loaded.

He waved to Gao Jun behind him, and the latter responded.

Nasser next to him suddenly asked, "How many rounds are there..."

"700 dollars!" As soon as Gao Jun finished speaking, he heard a few bangs and saw rockets sprinting away. The two hurriedly took out the binoculars and saw a cloud of dust two kilometers away.

The horror that blocks the sky and the sun can be felt even from a long distance.

No wonder... After the millennium, the two large US warships "Ashland" and "Kisazhi" fled. The rockets crossed the bow and blew a large hole with a diameter of 2.5 meters on the roof of the warehouse at the dock.

Just this firepower.

As expected of a rabbit with a lack of firepower phobia.

This was woken up by the "Van Vleet shell volume".

Gao Jun swallowed his saliva, looked at Nasser who was bewildered beside him, and felt a little disdainful in his heart, Xiao Mian, are you petrified?

You have never seen a rocket launcher with a standard distance of 300 kilometers and an error of 1700 kilometers, but ordinary arms dealers cannot get that stuff.

"How is it? Satisfied?"

Nasser's eyes were about to shine, "Gao, how many weapons do you have?"

"There are still 9 doors. You know, the business is so good that others are rushing to take them. I'm keeping them for you. If you don't want them, I'll sell them to other people. The Liberian buyers have already been contacted. "

"Yes, I want it, how much!"

Gao Jun grinned, "Nine doors, $9."

This price still made Nasselton hesitate for a while.

"Actually, this rocket launcher has many advantages. It can be disassembled for transportation. If there is a conflict during transportation, you can launch it on the back of a camel. The power of a single tube is also very strong. As long as you aim, it is not a problem to kill dozens of people." .”

"This price..."

"The price is already very low. Besides, I don't think you need to buy them all by yourself. Mr. Bishop must also need them. This rocket launcher is so convenient and very suitable for guerrilla warfare."

"By the way, where is Mr. Bishop..." Gao Jun asked, and saw Nasser's expression change.

"he died…"

Walter?

died!

Where are the ashes?

Cemetery or?

Full set of mourning!

Brother, why did you leave like this, you...what do you want me to do!

Let me know about the body bag, thank you.

(End of this chapter)