My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 91 I keep my word! (Thousand words! Ask for the first order!!!)

West side of the gas station.

An oasis of only a dozen square meters, standing here can see the endless desert.

Umbrella, Banickles, and Tonikov stood guard in the distance with weapons in hand.

Gao Jun stood on the oasis with Catherine, who was wearing a short sleeve.

"You're just dressed like this, standing in Jeddah Port? Don't you think it's dangerous?" Boss Gao said in an awkward atmosphere. He also took out an owl cigarette from his pocket. He heard that it tasted good, and he had something on his mind. My hands were shaking when I tore off the plastic film.

"Are you guilty?" Catherine said suddenly, and turned her head to look at him, looking straight into her eyes.

Gao Jun frowned, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and said with a smile, "Do you know something?"

"You killed Paul!"

The other party became emotional immediately, grabbed Gao Jun's shoulder and shook vigorously, the cigarette that was just in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

Snapped!
Gao Jun slapped her backhand, fell to the ground, bent down to pick up the cigarette, and looked at her coldly, "Don't dirty my $2 cigarette, I'm very angry."

"I don't know where you got the news. This is my biggest misunderstanding." Gao Jun said slowly, squatted down, grabbed Catherine's hair, and pulled her back, "This makes me very uncomfortable."

"Me and Paul are very good friends."

"You killed him, you are a bastard, you killed your best friend for money, you are destined to go to hell." Catherine looked at him resentfully, and roared very excitedly.

But... it's really ridiculous.

What good can anger do?

"Are you still so stupid? I don't understand why you came to me alone, hehe, do you think you are brave, or do you think the world is safe? People like you should have sold a lot on the black market Money, and, I heard, you found a black dog behind Paul's back, he is very unhappy, he is uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable."

Gao Jun's expression gradually became serious, "I will find him, and then chop him up one by one."

He's the one who can't see his friends being sad.

Finally, Catherine realized that the man in front of her was no longer the only one she had seen in San Diego, but now her eyes were full of aggression.

It seemed that she could be swallowed up in the next second.

In fact, Gao Jun used to be very envious of Paul, who had a girlfriend with such a good figure and a lot of energy, a young man who came to a foreign country to study alone, and was restrained for so long in a relatively civilized and conservative area.

The heart is either extremely inferior, afraid, or crazy.

It is no exaggeration to say that a man bought 6 packs of tissue paper at home, and at least 4 packs were used on different teachers.

But look at Catherine again...

It didn't feel like it used to.

The money in his account can go to Hollywood to have a party, what kind of love do you want to experience?
Then just drop it with money.

this era...

They're messing with love.

"Boss, I have a call for you." Victor came over with a satellite phone, which looked like it belonged to Taylor.

Gao Jun turned his head, "Whose?"

"San Diego."

Then it must be Tomanby. This is very interesting. The other party is also very powerful. He was able to find Taylor. It seems that the channel organized by the latter is also famous all over the world.

"Your brother's phone number, what do you think he will say?" Gao Jun asked Catherine with a smile. He said on the phone, "Toman is older than the boss?"

The other side was quiet for a while, and then it was like an erupting volcano, "Yuri!!!"

Gao Jun pulled the phone away from his ear, what is that barking like a dog?
"Boss Toman is older, we are all gentle people, don't shout, you miss me so much, when the time comes, let's find a place to have a drink and catch up."

"Do you dare to come? I'm afraid you don't have the courage. If you swallow my money and dare to cheat, let me tell you, I will find you wherever you go and beat you to death."

Gao Jun smiled and said, "Are you scaring me? How long have you been around? More than ten years? Twenty years? Your gun is filled with bullets. Is it milk powder in mine?" , let me tell you, if you want to fight, I will accompany you, but if you think about it, if I shoot, I will kill your whole family. I know where your wife and children live..."

"Yuri, I also know your uncle's address in San Francisco."

"Are you going? I bet you don't dare." Gao Jun smiled, "He is dead, and there are dozens of uncles in my hometown. If you die, I will let your family die!"

"Do you want to try it, are you ruthless, or am I ruthless?"

Gao Jun's tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule, are you threatening me?The more threatening you are, the happier I am!

I'm afraid you don't have the guts to risk your life with me.

What do I have?
I have tanks, heavy machine guns, and bullets. When I come out to mess around, it all depends on the firepower!

"Tomanbi, we come out to make money, not to sing high-profile, not to compete with the voice, if you think you have a loud voice, you can sing, I will give you hundreds of thousands every year, and let you sing!"

Gao Jun's unscrupulous tone made Tomanby completely lose his mind. Seeing this, Edward, who was standing beside him, pressed his shoulder, lowered his legs, and took the phone from him, "Let me tell you."

"Hey, Yuri, I'm Edward. You don't have to be so confrontational with him at all. If we fight, it's not good for both parties. So, you give us 100 million US dollars, and this matter will be settled like this."

Tomanby listened and frowned, but Edward signaled him not to speak.

$100 million?
How dare you speak!
In 1984, a man named John Walker was arrested. His whole family was a spy for Mao Bear, and his son was the military officer on the Nimitz aircraft carrier. He served Mao Bear for 17 years and only earned about 100 million. .

That's still a deadly business.

You throw this million dollars into the Nile, and see how many people will float on it.

Some people beat their lives to death for thousands of dollars. This society is very unfair. Money flows to richer people, but love leaves those who lack love. I remember a saying that I don’t know who said it.

"Why are you poor? Because you earn so cleanly."

So, don't think that this 100 million US dollars is very cheap. This is 1990. If you need Gao Jun's money, isn't it tantamount to killing him?
"A million dollars?" He smiled.

"Mr. Edward, are you kidding? I can throw this money in San Diego. Whoever hacks Tomanby to death, I will give him 90 US dollars. I can still earn 10. Do you think anyone will do it?"

Edward said in a deep voice, "Yuri, you are not here to solve the problem."

"Then you ask Tomanby to tell me, is he willing to solve the problem?"

Edward looked at the other party and covered the microphone, "Promise him first, and then we will get rid of him. This Asian must have mental problems. He is like a time bomb. We can't stimulate him."

Tomanby also calmed down, his eyes were cold, and his voice was heavy, "I understand!"

"Then leave it to me."

Edward gave him a look, and put the phone to his ear again, "He is willing, and he also thinks that if we go on like this, it will be bad for both of us. Besides, Paul is dead, why should we bother about a dead man? Right? ? We can also join forces and make money together.”

"Yuri, any conflict has a price. When we generate enough interests, it's just a misunderstanding, isn't it? I have a group of Ukrainian women here, and I can have some fun then." Edward said with a smile.

"Very good suggestion, don't worry, I came out to make money, since we can reconcile, of course it's best, let's have a good talk when I return to San Diego."

Edward was very satisfied with his statement.

And Catherine on the ground finally understood how to save herself, she shouted, "Brother! Help me!"

The voice passed through the phone immediately.

Gao Jun wasn't nervous, he just looked down on him.

As soon as Tomanbi heard Catherine's voice, he ran over and grabbed the phone, "Yuri, where is my sister?!"

"Don't be nervous, isn't this little girl safe with me? What are you worried about?" Gao Jun smiled.

"However, this woman has to be careful outside. You know, the world is very dirty. The black market is almost sold wholesale in Amsterdam. If she didn't meet me, I think she should be very dangerous. You I don’t want to see him get hurt either.” He paused as he spoke, “Paul doesn’t want to either.”

"You don't deserve to mention him!" Catherine shouted excitedly.

"I hope she's safe," Tomanby said.

"Of course, she's safe now."

just now…

This word is used very accurately, at this second, she is indeed safe.

Boss Gao never tells a lie. Lying is not credible.

"Put Catherine on the phone."

Gao Jun handed over the phone, "Your brother, listen carefully, listen more carefully."

Catherine took it with both hands and explained the situation to the other side. Tomanby was also telling her to pay attention to safety.

The two chatted for four or five minutes, and Gao Jun stood patiently, smoking a cigarette quietly.

"Finished?" He turned his head to look at the hung up phone, "That's good."

"I, my brother will send someone to pick me up."

"That would be the best. By the way, are you going to see Paul's cemetery? I buried him in a very quiet place. When he died, he still read your name. My classmate, everything is fine, just It's a little too nostalgic."

When Catherine heard this, she cried emotionally, but she was also very smart not to say some nonsense to anger Gao Jun. It should be Tomanby who explained it.

"Victor, take care of Miss Catherine, I'll go talk to Ronnie, and we'll leave later."

"Okay, boss." Victor looked at the girls twice.

"Haven't you seen such a good-looking one? When the business is done this time, I will take you to the United States to find it. Since capitalist women can spend money, then of course find the best one. Don't look for this one, the black dog used it. "

Victor and "Shy" nodded.

"If she's not smart, shoot and break her legs!" Gao Jun turned around and said, "Don't let her run away."

"clear."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards Ronnie over there, "How is it? These goods are all new, don't worry, I won't sell you fake ones."

Fakes are much more expensive than real ones.

That all adds up to just a few cans, fakes...you still have to buy steel.

"Very good, you are very trustworthy, Yuri." Ronnie nodded with satisfaction, and took a document from his son Ma Kuirong, stuffed with Yemeni rials, "These are tips."

Gao Jun took a look, and there was a sentence that MMP didn't know whether to say or not.

20 Yemeni rials are only 800 US dollars.

Moreover, you three melons and two dates, I feel disgusted even after wiping my ass, and you still learn capitalism for consumption.

Ah!
Don't be in vain.

"thank you very much."

Ronnie was very satisfied with Gao Jun's sense of humor, "By the way, you can also sell your two pickup trucks to me." He pointed to the pickup truck with the 2A42 30mm cannon on it and the left and right sides of its face were "smashed".

For armed personnel, perhaps, this is their favorite.

In fact, in a similar situation, in the briefing of the War on Terror, they are called "modified tanks", and in the official language of the US military, they are also called "non-standard tactical vehicles".

However, the former is the most widely used. After all, this word is concise, impactful, and extremely cool, which can reflect the wildness of the local people.

When was this weapon developed? Some people think it was during the Somali civil war. In fact, more than 10 years ago, the Chadians used pickups equipped with heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns to defeat the Libyans.

What can't be packed in a pickup truck?

DIY depends on your daring.

Insert a sentence here: People are a little bit low-key. For example, when Syria was fighting, they used Land Rover, and the last time they used Toyota cruisers...

African talents open the Soviet system, or cheap ones. (Well, I'm poor).

"The pickup truck can be given to you, but I have to pull the cannon back, and I still have a helicopter waiting to be attached to it in my factory warehouse."

Ronnie's small calculations can be heard by Africans.

Hearing Gao Jun's words, Ronnie became nervous. What do I want you to do with a broken pickup?Pulling him back, he said helplessly, "Man, okay, okay, how much is your weapon?"

"If the German Panzer-IV tanks were equipped with 2A42 30mm cannons, the Macedonian defense line would not be worth mentioning. They could break through it head-on." Gao Jun began to brag again.

The family is already so poor, and he still wants to get some out.

really...

Satan had to cry when he saw it.

The price of machine guns is very expensive, and Ronnie is willing to pay up to 10 US dollars for two guns. What a joke!
The Forbos M34 40mm cannon during World War II sold for 2 US dollars at that time!
Soviet goods are so cheap?

Selling cheap does not mean selling cheap.

In Gao Jun's heart, the price must be 15 US dollars +/ quite.

"If you really want, you can weld the NSV heavy machine gun on it, and then put a steel plate across the front, which can have very strong protection. Of course, if you think you need stronger protection, you can also install reactive armor."

Gao Jun is still very patient with customers, "I can give you two NSV machine guns for free, but I haven't brought them here now, how about next time?"

When Ronnie heard Gao Jun's statement, his face looked better.

Hearing the other party's rejection just now, he thought...

Gao Jun was joking.

No one can ignore his demands in Yemen!
"I hope you're not joking."

"Of course, I don't want to lose a big customer like you. I wish you a bigger territory in advance. At that time, you can train pilots, ask me to buy planes, and give you discounts."

"Our friendship lasts forever!"

The two held hands tightly.

Gao Jun watched him leave, and he drove away those trailers.

"The next time we come, maybe we have to use another person to do business."

Taylor also nodded beside him, "A warlord with no bottom line is doomed not to go far. If he doesn't pay, what will you do?"

"What else can I do? It's a loss of money to kill him with free bullets, so you have to support his enemies. In terms of humanity, I want them to be peaceful, but in terms of interests, I choose to win alone. You have the opposite The contact information of Ronnie's enemy? We can remind him, at night, pay attention to getting up at night."

So unprofessional!

"Okay, we can go, there is the last bit of goods left, I have to deal with them, but if it gets rusty, I will die." Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the off-road vehicle .

Victor over there greeted him and dragged Catherine over.

"Take it easy, you savage!" cried the woman.

The Soviet guy raised his fist, "Do you want to taste my fist? I beat a bear to the ground, let me see how many punches you can get from me! If you don't want to be beaten, just shut up. "

The punch as big as a sandbag is still very deceptive.

Catherine was thrown into the car with an embarrassed face.

The convoy returned the same way.

"How much do you have unsold?" Taylor asked in the passenger seat.

"There are still some RPK light machine guns and SVD sniper rifles left, and the quantity is written in the back." Gao Jun handed him the notebook to read.

The other party was silent for a while, "Yuri, I think what you said is right, I should change my way of life, and I will join you."

"You will never regret it. You will know that I have never been stingy with my own people."

"Welcome to join." Tonikov, who was driving, stretched out his hand and said.

"Thank you, buddy." Taylor patted him on the shoulder, "Boss, if you trust me, you can hand over these goods to me first, and I can help you out. After I sell out, I will go to the United States to find you."

He said nervously watching.

According to the market price of the goods here, there must be less than 10 US dollars.

"Of course, if you are here, I will feel more at ease. Will your wife and children go with me? I can go there first and arrange a place for them, and I can also find a good school." Gao Jun said with a smile, You can see dimples, with a sincere look.

"Really? That's best. I'll arrange it when I get back."

Gao Jun took a deep look at Taylor, not sure if the other party really understood, or if he was just pretending to be confused.

Still, he's a smart guy.

I just like dealing with smart people.

Idiots will lower your IQ and beat you with experience!

……

When the convoy returned, it was very fun.

However, the journey of hundreds of kilometers still has to be driven for nearly 8 hours, and the meals are all settled in the car.

"It would be best if there is self-heating food. My teeth will be broken by these military biscuits. Please help me to see if they are cracked?" asked the better Alva.

"No, but your teeth are really yellow." Alva said with a smile.

"Hey, is there?" Victor licked his teeth in embarrassment.

In fact, Boss Gao heard their conversation clearly. He looked at the compressed biscuits in his hand and was also lost in thought. "Tell me, is there a market for self-heating food on the battlefield?"

Only Umbrella and Taylor were sitting in the car, and they looked back and then at each other.

"Boss, it's hard to find time to take a bite of food on the battlefield. You know, it's possible that as soon as you sit down, the opponent's mortar will hit you, and then you won't have to eat for the rest of your life."

"However, after being withdrawn from the front line, everyone thinks about relaxing. When I was in Somalia, I saw that some people would find time to take prostitutes to the front line to rest. If the business is good, they can earn more than 500 US dollars!"

Sure enough, as long as it can make money, any kind of industrial chain can be produced.

"I also saw an Asian man who was selling a kind of food called egg fried rice. He only charged US dollars. It usually costs only 6 US dollars, but if you send him to the battlefield, he will cost 60 US dollars. The business is very good."

Egg Fried Rice…

A day trip to the battlefield?

"If there is an opportunity in the future, we have to study it carefully. If we can produce that cheap, large-volume, and delicious self-heating food, we may be able to make a lot of money." Gao Jun took a bite of the biscuit, almost stiff Choking to death, he picked up mineral water and took a sip to ease himself up.

I got out of the car and found a place, took a pee, and glanced at Catherine, who was curled up on the back seat of the Toyota cruiser. Gao Jun glanced through the glass, and urged Victor and the others who were chatting by the side of the car. "Hurry up, get in the car and leave."

Victor responded, stuffed the last bit of biscuit into Alva's mouth, and got into the car with a smile.

As soon as Umbrella was about to drive, Gao Jun stopped him, "Put someone else to drive, you sit in the back, and I'll tell you something."

Although the Yankee didn't know what the boss wanted to say, he still complied, let Bancroft drive, and sat in the back.

"It's Christmas in two days. Take your daughter here. Let's have a holiday together. I'll book a place and prepare some gifts for the children."

Of course Umbrella would not refuse, she nodded and agreed.

"However, some people don't want us to have a peaceful holiday..." Gao Jun sighed, opened the window, and a small gust of wind blew in, blowing away the melancholy from his temples, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes, "I want to find People kill him."

"Do you have comrades who can take this order? 30 US dollars, help me get it done."

Umbrella lowered his head, frowned, thinking in his head, Gao Jun was not in a hurry, he looked through the window at the yellow sand in the distance, looking more can protect his eyesight.

The eyes are broken.

Counting money is not accurate.

"I have an instructor. He once participated in the Vietnam War, but after he came back, he had a very bad life..."

Gao Jun understood that the returning soldiers were almost all abandoned by the society. People thought they were war criminals, and the politicians who sent them to the battlefield thought they were stepping stones for votes.

Some people even died without enjoying the honor that the country brought to them.

What about the politicians who started the wars?

Still champagne, beauties, sports cars, mansions, talking loudly about the stock market, smoking cigars worth tens of dollars, and then treating those soldiers who were born and died coldly.

In this world, if you are useful, we are brothers. If you are useless, I will drain your last bit of value and kick you away.

There is no dress rehearsal in life, every day is a simulcast of misery.

"Can he still afford a gun?" Gao Jun was more concerned about this.

"Boss, a fighter, will never let go of his belief in fighting. It is still instinct to pull the trigger." Umbrella looked at him and said solemnly.

"Call more people, I'm afraid one person is not enough, after all, a shuttle of bullets can't kill dozens of people."

"You are responsible for contacting him. Don't say my name. You know, I don't like to be in the limelight."

Umbrella nodded, "I understand."

Selling himself for 30 US dollars, being wanted, chased, and discussed, a dilapidated, struggling life, lingering in the corner of society, two paths.

Which do you choose?

Gao Jun is becoming more and more like a capitalist. The first thing he thinks of is to use money to solve troubles.

Sitting tall behind him.

Let's watch the fight ahead, and watch other people's lives go to hell.

"This world is very dirty." He muttered to himself.

A glass of water is clear, but sea water is black.Just like the small truth can explain, the real big truth is silent, no one dares to speak, no one dares to touch, no one dares to speak, and finally...became the norm.

...

The buildings of Jubail are visible to the naked eye.

Gao Jun asked people to stop outside the city.

Get out of the car and ask Victor to "invite" Catherine down. The other party is very gentlemanly. He didn't use his fists. He just drew a stroke, and the other party was very obedient.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Paul, he should miss you very much." Gao Jun walked towards the marked tree, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that a tree...was much more lush.

No wonder the words in American schools are so bright.

"Paul is right under this tree." Gao Jun touched the thriving tree, and drew the next area with a memory pen.

Catherine had covered her face and wept bitterly.

I don't know why you cry?
Did you cry like this when you got stuck on the washing machine?

Maybe... yes.

"What do you think of this place? Although it's in the desert, it's a little dry, but this place is far away from the noise. You don't have to worry too much about cars driving by overhead, making you sleep loudly."

Catherine's lips quivered slightly.

"I promised Paul that I would bring you to see him. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard him walk into my dream and ask me why I didn't keep my word. He said, he misses you, he is alone It's lonely down here." Gao Jun squatted down, grabbed a handful of dry yellow sand, and loosened his hands, just as a gust of wind blew in, blurring his eyes.

Catherine finally heard that something was wrong, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, "You...what are you going to do?"

"Don't question me like this. Paul will think that I have treated you badly." Gao Jun smiled, said slowly, and then sighed, "He is good at everything, but he is indecisive, and we are all poor. He is going to be an arms dealer, and he is still sticking to the bottom line."

"Do you think the bottom line is that important?"

Before Catherine could answer, Gao Jun answered by himself, "It's very important. Being a human being requires a bottom line, but being a human being is too tiring. Sometimes I would rather be a dog. If I bark twice, the master will give me a bone to eat. Good luck." , I am lying on the sofa at home with the air conditioner blowing, and the owner has to go to work to buy dog ​​food for me..."

"You said how good this life is, but Paul wants to be a man, and it's good to be a man, but are we worthy?"

The naked eye cannot see the world above the clouds, nor the darkness hidden under the sun. The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but you sitting in a well-dressed restaurant and eating steak, while I abide by the bottom line and earn money The hardest money, stand outside, and believe that hard work will succeed.

"Paul, do you think I'm successful now?" Gao Jun asked softly, closing his eyes, as if communicating with him.

Catherine's eyes were full of fear.

This…

Just crazy!
Definitely sick.

She found something was wrong, "You...my brother knows that I am here with you."

"Shh, don't say that name, Paul, I hate your brother the most." Gao Jun put a finger on his lips and whispered, the corner of his mouth raised, "If he knows it, he knows it? Is it hindering me?"

"Don't worry, on Christmas Day, if there are no accidents, your family will be reunited."

"Sorry, sorry, you heard something you shouldn't have heard, what do you say?"

fake!

Didn't you tell me?
Do I have myself to listen to?
Catherine was about to run away, but Gao Jun didn't turn his head, just stood like this, always keeping solemn in front of the brother's cemetery.

In less than two minutes, she was lifted back and struggled vigorously, leaving scars in the desert. Catherine was thrown on the ground with her hands and feet bound, trying to struggle hard.

But there are many ways to bind the special forces. If it is so simple, what kind of professional are they?

"You talk to Paul more, don't talk about your brother, he doesn't like to listen." Gao Jun patted her face, leaned over, kissed her forehead, smiled, straightened his suit, and finally glanced at the cemetery .

Turning around and leaving, his expression gradually became indifferent.

"Boss, just leave her like this?" Tonikov asked.

"Paul brought me into the industry and came out to do business. I have to be trustworthy. I said that I want her to accompany Paul, and I will not break my promise."

Tonikov nodded, reached into his clothes with his right hand, took out Makarov and walked back.

Umbrella trotted over to open the door, Gao Jun sat in the passenger seat, opened the mirror above, took out a lip balm from the left pocket of his suit, and applied it carefully.

desert area.

Just very dry.

Peng!
With a gunshot, Gao Jun stopped his hand, and slowly put the lip balm on the cap, "Let's go, we have to hurry up, or we won't be able to catch the plane."

The convoy is gone.

In addition to leaving the exhaust, what else?
Don't you feel the brotherhood in the air?
Alva, who was driving, raised his head from the mirror and looked at the boss cautiously. He closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep, and then looked at Victor. The latter just looked over to him and opened his mouth. A sudden burst of gunfire was heard.

Gao Jun opened his eyes suddenly, he couldn't calm down in such a dangerous place.

sizzle...

"Mr. Yuri, there is an armed conflict in Jubail!" Miller's voice came from the intercom. To ensure safety, the lead car was at least two hundred meters away from the convoy.

Gao Jun frowned, how could there be a conflict?
The stupid guy called?
No way, that guy is looking for reinforcements all over the world now, because Ying Jiang wants to fuck him. Although he is acting tough, he still has no confidence in his heart, mainly because his muscles are too fierce.

"Who are they on both sides?" Umbrella answered the boss's question on the walkie-talkie.

Miller climbed to the roof of the car, held a telescope in his hand, and looked carefully at the city. He saw troops in desert colors attacking the city, and he saw two M2A2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles.

The M242 "Big Viper" 25mm chained machine gun fired at the "open space" as if it didn't cost money.

Looking in the direction of their bullets, no one was seen at all.

This is…

Exercise?
Before Miller could report, he saw a militant carrying an RPG-7 get out of nowhere, and fired at the tank.

M2A2 can resist 30mm, but how the hell can you resist armor-piercing rounds?

Have you ever seen fireworks?
It was clearly seen that the armor-piercing projectile crashed into the armored vehicle from the front, and then exploded completely. The M2A2 worth millions of dollars was killed by the shells worth hundreds of dollars.

It is indeed one of the three guerrilla artifacts!

Even the elite special forces such as SEALs and SAS are classic existences that make their brains hurt when they see them. You ask them, do they dare to shout at militants holding RPGs?
Another M2A2 saw the "old brother" being beaten like a dog, and was so scared that it ran away and almost raised the white flag.

This combat power...

Really Nima's dish.

It is worthy of the title of "regional postman and peace lover".

"Head, there's a car coming." The companion below shouted, and Miller saw an Arrowjeep with a local license plate driving up not far away, and started to fight at a distance of about three or four hundred meters. up banner.

Then a second lieutenant got out of the car, wearing a helmet, looking very greedy for life and fear of death, but obviously someone behind him urged him, so he bravely ran over.

Miller raised his hand and shot it on the ground not far away. The opponent turned pale with fright, and sat down on the ground directly. This look...

"Help him over, I think his legs are weak."

The two companions ran over grinning, holding their arms left and right, like carrying a pig, and they could hear the screams.

"Okay, sir, stop barking." Miller patted him on the shoulder, but the second lieutenant seemed out of control. How could a big man be so scared?

Perhaps, for rich people like them, life is more important than anything else, and after retiring, they can still enjoy life.

Miller impatiently pressed Makarov's hand against the second lieutenant's chin, "Sir, I told you to calm down, if you cry again, I'll blow your dog's head off!"

The second lieutenant hurriedly covered his mouth, with panic in his eyes, for fear that he might accidentally go off.

"What happened in the city, which army are you from?"

The second lieutenant's eyes were fixed on the finger on the trigger, and he stammered a long list. Miller was very confused, but he still tried to listen patiently.

Finally figured it out.

"You mean an attack by mercenaries?!" Miller stared wide-eyed. He couldn't believe it, because everyone was doing it for money. Who would do a business that loses money?
Mercenaries ≠ outlaws.

The former is still for making money and paying labor, while the latter typically wants to use violence to quickly extract cash. Of course, mercenaries can occasionally work part-time, but their main business is not after all.

"why?"

The second lieutenant didn't hesitate, and said directly, "There was a gun battle here two days ago, the superior was very angry, and Captain Frago was also very angry, and asked all the mercenaries to leave Jubail. If you want to stay here, except The most basic weapons must be handed over, and there must be a guarantee, and a deposit of 2 US dollars for a mercenary group, and no one is allowed to bring sharp and offensive things out!"

Miller: "..."

But he still doesn't believe that he can push them back?

"Yesterday, there was a place where the Libyans couldn't afford the money, and Frago called the army to throw it out of the city. A conflict broke out between the two sides, and then the scale became bigger and bigger. We belong to the Royal Guard infantry battalion."

Generally speaking, the fighting power of those who are named royal should not be bad, such as the Royal Navy and Air Force of the United Kingdom, but when they come here, why are they so embarrassing?

"So, you have been around this small town for more than 24 hours?"

The second lieutenant nodded awkwardly, "We are requesting support, including the air force."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a sonic boom from far to near. Even Gao Jun in the car behind raised his head, frowned, and still had a cigarette in his hand, "F-15 fighter jet?"

"F-15!" Umbrella said with certainty.

What happened before this?

Need a fighter jet?

When there was still some distance from the city, the mounted Vulcan Cannon began to plow the ground, and the scene inside was almost imaginable.

This is not over, when the plane came back after a circle, an AGM-65, nicknamed: Cub!

Air-to-surface missiles rain down from the sky.

It was full of dust.

Even if the shock wave is so far away, you can still feel the stinging pain on your face, and you can see the storm rolling up in the distance. In an instant, your ears seem to be suddenly deaf.

Gao Jun raised his hand slowly, took a puff of cigarette to calm down.

But if you look closely, you can still find that your hands are shaking!

Not everyone can feel the power of a fighter jet at close range. If you are a normal person, you must be thinking, oh my god, what a beast!

And Boss Gao's brain is always different.

he was thinking...

Can I get two fighter jets from the Soviet Union to sell them?

If you sell one, you will be almost financially free, right?

But...how many cans?

"Sooner or later, I will sell you the Statue of Liberty!" Boss Gao swore inwardly.

Simply selling guns has no future.

There was a burst of cheers ahead, obviously the ground troops had begun to mop up.

"It looks like we can't get in, so we have to find a place to stay for the night." Taylor said next to him.

"Call Rabe." Gao Jun thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Let's stand for him at night, he is our important partner in this area."

Thirty-six strategies, go ahead.

Never get too close to war.

Unless your client is in it.

Or you have body bags to sell, or red-eyed soldiers could turn into thugs!
Don't wait to enter Jubail, and be clicked as a cohort.

That would be really unjust.

As soon as I got in the car, I saw Umbrella running over with a serious face.phone in hand.

"Boss! Rabe's tribe is under siege!"

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(End of this chapter)