My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 8 Hello, I am a peace loving...arms dealer!

The flickering street lights flickered.

Tijuana is quiet at night.

In addition to the customers who came to travel without knowing their lives, there were still some unscrupulous practitioners who were still wandering outside.

The body of the former may be found floating in the Tecate River tomorrow, someone will sell the stolen goods with a severed arm with an expensive watch, and the police will give you a…

Excuse for suicide.

In Tijuana, it's too easy to die.

Gao Jun stood at the entrance of the alley, looking around vigilantly. Paul was arguing with a street girl. In the end, he gave her 10 dollars. He didn't forget to touch her body, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"I know where to find those clubs."

"Is this your charm?" Gao Jun asked back.

"Money is a man's best means of conquest, falling in love is just a waste of time."

"So, Catherine is the same?"

Paul jumped up immediately, very excited, "Of course not, we are true love, God has witnessed it." But when he saw Gao Jun's smile, his momentum withered, "Okay, occasionally sneaky, It’s also the joy of life.”

Did you see it?

If you believe the man's mouth, at least you will be unlucky for three lifetimes.

"The girl said that there are three active local associations, the Tijuana Group led by the Benjamin and Ramon brothers, the LZT organization founded by a group of Guatemalans, and another local association with more than 200 members. The leader is the Mexican special forces. The captain of GAFE is very powerful in combat."

"In the shooting case you encountered on the street today, the murderer was largely the Tijuana Group, and the victim was the son of Pittman, the second leader of the LZT organization, and his fiancée was the daughter of a local judge."

"The three of them recently fought each other in order to control the port plantation industry. This month alone, at least more than 400 people have died." Including talking eloquently, clearly explaining the entire black zone of Tijuana.

Gao Jun looked at him in surprise, "You know all this from that girl?"

"In Mexico, the most taboo thing is the discussion of traditional industries. If those street girls had no one, I'm afraid they would have been dragged to sell their organs."

God has abandoned Mexico!
As you can imagine, in the local church, the mass held is not wine and bread, but a mouthful of "big meat" with good purity.

It's over the top, pull God to sing together.

Thankfully it's not Buddhism.

Otherwise, if you order two, the Buddha will be addicted.

"Our area belongs to the Tijuana Group. I just heard that the second in command of this organization, Ramon, is in a bar. Let's go find him. Gao, don't conflict with them. Apart from being a club, they are also the largest in Tijuana. Flour supplier, you know what I mean." The laughing Paul was also very cautious at this time.

Couldn't help reminding a few words.

"Of course, don't worry, but I think you should calm down and don't let others see our details. Do you still remember the identity we said at the hotel?"

Paul nodded, "We are arms dealers. We are from San Francisco and want to open up the market in Mexico. My father is the head of a local arms factory. We can get a low price."

This excuse is of course full of loopholes, but for the community, why should they expose you?
You can provide weapons, they can get them at the lowest price, who cares who you are?

DEA?

Stop it buddy.

We didn't hear that you were coming, and the president didn't call me.

The two are talking to each other, but don't walk towards the destination.

On Cambiasso Avenue, which is one of the busiest streets in Tijuana, a slightly more popular store, a 24-hour convenience store, standing and yawning, a drug addict with a tired face, eyes like eagles Scanning, when seeing Gao Jun,
Immediately revealed ill intentions.

Along the way, he has been stared at like this several times.

If your heart is weak against stress, you are not guaranteed to collapse.

Gao Jun was very calm. He took out his pistol and walked on the road swaggeringly.

Good guy!
Obviously, those coveted eyes are much gentler.

They are just a bunch of gangsters who want to rob. They are real members of the club, and they are organized to pay their salaries on time.

Mexican associations have long been formalized.

If you come to this kind of place, if you don't bring some guys, you can't control the scene.

Limantour bar.

This should actually be a slow rocking place, an entertainment venue that plays very gentle music. Ramon of the Tijuana Group is more obsessed with classical music, and he opened this place.

Unexpectedly, a big supplier is so interested.

Colombia's Escobar is also the country's largest philanthropist.

Walking inside, the two saw Ramon at a glance. It wasn't that he was so good-looking, but...

There are five bodyguards standing next to this guy, which is very eye-catching.

The people who come to consume inside are consciously staying away from the boss, so you can see the polarization, with dozens of people crowded on one side, and he is sitting alone on the other.

Before the boss was caught, he was full of momentum.

"Are you shaking?" Paul said in a low voice when he saw Gao Jun shaking from the corner of his eye.

"No, no, I'm just excited. I feel my adrenaline rushing up, because I feel that I'm going to make my first big business in my adult life." Gao Jun's whole body was jumping.

He found that he was interested in this taboo, restrained, and condemned industry, and found it exciting.

He was born to eat this bowl of rice.

Gao Jun moistened his throat, and with a smile on his face, he walked straight towards Ramon, which was very conspicuous. Someone on the other side kept looking at the boss, and when he saw an Asian approaching him without fear of death, he couldn't help but widen his eyes .

The bodyguard came up, stopped him, looked up and down, "Sir, please get out of here."

If you see it, the community knows "please".

Do business with courtesy.

Ramon, who was closing his eyes, opened them and turned around. It was a bearded man who looked like a butcher.

There was indifference in his eyes.

It is impossible to say that there is no pressure.

Gao Jun felt his heart stop suddenly, then beat faster, and smiled, "Mr. Ramon, this Paine's First Symphony is not great, you should listen to Ives' works."

"You also know classical music?" Ramon became interested.

Gao Jun knows what a fart!
He just walked here a few short steps from Paul, and thought of the words to strike up a conversation. Moreover, he happened to know Paine's music. He had heard the performance of the school's performance group in the auditorium.

As for Ives, he died in 1954, and the music channel is still playing frequently, and his ears are calloused.

As a salesman, you don't need to understand, but you have to be able to speak.

Looks, drinking capacity, knowledge, you have to get a little bit of it, right?

"My grandfather was a virtuoso, but unfortunately, he's not that famous, I just know it a little bit."

Ramon nodded upon hearing this, but didn't even speak again.

Walter?

Shouldn't you invite me to sit down at this time?
The script is wrong!

Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Gao Jun turned his head and said quickly, "However, Mr. Ramon, now I have discovered a sound that is similar to a musical note."

There was a questioning look in the other party's eyes.

Gao Jun picked up the briefcase, stuck it on his arm, opened it to them, and saw a few guns lying quietly inside, which made the bodyguard catch him, so he drew his gun and pointed it at him nervously.

"Don't be nervous, I found that as long as you have enough bullets, you can also play G major. Of course, I recommend you to use this Glock-19. The sound it plays is even better."

"Let me introduce again, my name is Nicholas Uri, an arms dealer who loves music and world peace."

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(End of this chapter)