My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 78 Instructions Free!
Gao Jun called Bancroft in Jeddah.

There are two freighters in that place, and most of the cargo is still on them, someone must be watching.

"Yes, yes, a nigger, when he comes to pick up the goods, you can just give it to him, with my signature on it." Gao Jun sat on the sofa with his mobile phone on his head, counting diamonds in his hand.

The 45° angle is lifted up, which is a bit reflective and dazzling.

Diamonds are quite bright.

"By the way, give him the manual. I remember there is an English version, right? Don't take the Russian one. Don't make a mistake. Yes, it's free. How can you charge for the manual?"

"I'm not wrong, man, it's free!"

The person on the other side didn't believe his character, and asked one more question. Gao Jun emphasized it again, and Bancroft finally agreed.

After hanging up the phone, put the phone away.

He took out a notebook from the suit hanging next to him and spread it out. The quantity of goods was clearly recorded on it.

Scrape hard on the T62.

With a glance, there are only PKM general-purpose machine guns, SVD sniper rifles, and RPK light machine guns left, and there is not much in total. The other AK47s are all sold out, which is too hot.

The most worrying thing is the remaining 12 T55s.

That Hammons is quite picky. According to the brain capacity and IQ of Africans, the foolish operation of T55 is more suitable for them. It can be seen in the wars in Angola and Mozambique.

However, Gao Jun is more inclined to believe that Hammons' organization has some educated soldiers but not many, so he can only equip them with "advanced" tanks as much as possible, but more than T62 is too expensive.

In my lifetime, I must go to Africa to open a school to teach tank driving and shooting. I will train you well. I don’t believe that you don’t buy tanks if you have talents!

"Business is difficult..." Gao Jun sighed, lifted his suit, and walked out of the lounge. This is actually a plastic room fixed on the side of the exhibition square for business negotiations.

near noon.

In the exhibition hall, the popularity is finally strong.

Some boldly dressed prostitutes were standing on top of the tanks, even winking in public, and a group of mercenaries below screamed.

It's rare to see anyone in a suit.

The poor are all out as mercenaries, how much money can they have?

With a casual glance, Gao Jun can guess the approximate amount of their assets.

"Aren't they going to make money? Is Kuwait already at peace?" he grumbled.

"Kuwait doesn't need such bandits." A voice came from the side. Gao Jun looked over and saw Miller walking over. "The civilians who died in their hands are no less than the Iraqis."

"When you learn to pull the trigger, you realize that the world is not gentle at all. Sometimes I wonder if God will forgive us for killing each other. Then I look around and suddenly realize that God has left long ago. Here it is," Miller said.

"This world is very bad, but there are people who do good deeds every day." Gao Jun said regretfully, "If those civilians can buy a cheap weapon from me, maybe they have the right to live."

"What's the difference between my arms and those sold in the United States? Maybe I didn't pay taxes, or I forgot to write White House made on the gun body."

"The same goes for mercenaries. Missions carried out outside the law are not considered an invasion? Many people reward them with kind admiration. Isn't that a compliment to the war? When the wild dogs look over, it is already considered an invasion. It is very simple to beautify the war. Make those idiots worship war!"

Miller pondered. He felt that what Gao Jun said was right. However, this kind of philosophical justification should not happen in a war zone, but in a school. The purpose of his trip was serious, "I agree with the conditions you gave, but , we have a request."

"Say."

"We are now a cooperative relationship, but if one day you need a formal contract mercenary, I hope you can sign us in advance and raise the existing rating by one level."

When Gao Jun heard this, he looked at him with piercing eyes, "Is this your idea?"

"Thoughts from all of our team."

It seems that there are also smart people who understand that Gao Jun's "dispatching model" will eventually change to an exclusive business model, so they want to invest in advance.

Gao Jun nodded, "Your evaluation is for Umbrella, and I won't interfere, but I have a commission here." Then, he took out a photo from his wallet, which showed him and Rabe.

"Help me go to the De Feituer tribe and bring him back. Is this within the scope of mercenary services?"

"If you finish, I will add one level to the rating given by Umbrella, are you willing to take it?"

Why Nasser changed his mind.

It was impossible for Gao Jun to ask directly. Rabe was the only one he was familiar with and had a certain status in the tribe.

He needs to have a good talk with the "little friend".

Miller took the photo, stared at Rabe, nodded slightly, "Yes, but I need other means, the cost incurred..."

"Reasonable expenses come back to me for reimbursement, but I don't want to see a sheep in it for $300..."

Miller took over this task, in addition to wanting to let Gao Jun see the strength of his mercenary group, the second is to work hard to adjust his rating.

This is actually the same as some companies, assigning positions to employees and then linking with their interests. Do you think they will not work hard?

Although there is a difference of 4 US dollars between B-level and A-level.

But with this money, you can drag a 107 rocket launcher from Gao Jun, and even RPG can feed you until you spit it out, and you are almost invincible in street battles dominated by mercenaries.

Of course, as long as you don't encounter cheaters.

For example, the American pilot who drove the "Warthog".

Gao Jun looked at his back and smiled slightly.

Now you know the usefulness of "non-staff personnel".

Of course, he has few people, but he has many weapons. Those who come out to be mercenaries can quit gambling and pornography, but it is impossible to quit even bullets.

Giving a small amount of benefits and promising a future, isn't that the case for all bosses?
Don't try to see the chaotic world with peaceful eyes. When bullets and dollars start to dance, what is left is only the grief of the innocent besides the carnival of the venter.

However, would you rather be the venter, or the innocent?

……

De Fetour Tribe.

Rabe rolled over from the camel, frowning, with a serious expression and a lot of thoughts.

Just as he was about to walk into the tribe, he saw a kid running towards him, looking very flustered, "Uncle Rabe."

"What's the matter, little Morrie?" Rabe asked as he patted the other person's head.

"Over there, a little camel is injured." Morrie said, pointing behind a hill.

In the desert, what is a camel?
is a god!
It's a guardian, it's a partner.

So when Rabe heard this, he was very nervous. He looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone else. Coupled with Morrie's urging, he ran towards the hill in a hurry.

But when he turned over the hill, he saw an off-road vehicle parked.

"Mr. Rabe? Nice to meet you, our boss invited you to be a guest?" Miller said with a smile, raising the suppressed pistol, "You should agree."

Rabe's scalp felt numb and he raised his hand.

The companion opened the car door and stuffed him into the car, while Miller looked at Moli and grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket, "Uncle, will you take you to the city to play? Take you back tonight."

Of course, it is impossible to let him go back for the time being.

What a joke.

Just take it with you.

How much resistance do children have to sugar?
He's not crazy enough to lay hands on children (!!)
He got into the car with Mori in his arms, and the off-road vehicle roared towards Jubail.

　ps: It feels good to post together!Send two together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)