My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 93 Don't break out in silence, die in silence

Had planned to spend the night at the de Fetour tribe.

But since the afternoon they have held funerals, the death of nearly 80 people has made them a heavy loss, and the sky of the tribe has dimmed.

death…

Always with sadness and depression.

Gao Jun has been in this place for a long time, and he always feels uncomfortable.

Take the money and say goodbye to Rabe.

When Gao Jun boarded Bell 212, he looked back.

A child sang a song with a crying voice.

It expresses disgust for war and longing for a better life. The lyrics are incomprehensible, but the tone can always evoke the softness in people's hearts.

Gao Jun shook his head.

War is a political game played by old men, but young people die. War can only be enjoyed by those who have not experienced it. There are only two kinds of people who understand the army. Soldiers and their enemies. Everyone else is bullshit.

Bashir Zakharov, a famous Greek arms dealer, was well-known before and after World War I, but this is how people who have witnessed countless wars said this in their later years.

"I am also a clown who is forced forward by life, and so are the soldiers and civilians who fell in a pool of blood. We play different roles in fate, but in death, we play the same result." (Actually, I said of!)

So is Gao Jun, he can sympathize with these people, but who will sympathize with him?
Mercy is so worthless sometimes.

And those people who are high above occasionally look down, and some people shout unscrupulously, while the people at the bottom look up, but they are ridiculed as wild ambitions that do not know what is good or bad!
The helicopter rises into the air.

"Smoke a cigarette." Boss Gao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. His hand seemed to be tired after the war, and it was a little painful. He gave everyone one, and it disappeared in the end. Throw it out of the plane.

After spinning the cigarette box dozens of times, it finally kissed the earth.

Strongly condemn this immoral littering behavior!
Can't the cigarette case be sold?
Gao Jun touched his pocket, and handed over the lighter with one hand. He glanced at it, smiled at Umbrella, leaned over, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring smartly.

Glancing at the crowd, he took out a stack of about 2 US dollars from the black bag Rabe gave him, and threw it towards Miller. The latter took it in a panic, and looked at the grinning Franklin in his hand. watch.

"Take it as a subsidy for the brothers. You have performed very well these two days. As a partner and employer, of course I can't treat you badly. This is my extra investment. I will help you find a better one in two days." Employer, the Americans are about to shoot, they have a good reputation, please contact them in the next few days." Gao Jun said the second half of the sentence to Taylor.

"Understood, boss, leave it to me."

Although the Yankees are "bad-hearted", there is one thing. The leading brother in the capitalist world still insists on the spirit of the contract. He would rather default on the rations of his own navy than the wages of mercenaries.

What does this mean?
He thinks his dog is obedient and will not bite.

Mercenaries are wild dogs. When the time comes to fight on the front line, if you tell them to delay their salary, believe it or not, a grenade will be thrown into the front line headquarters?

But if you can eat enough, what about being a wild dog?
"In the future, if you have anything to do, you can contact me directly, and I will also focus on your investment."

"Thank you, boss." Miller could feel the hot eyes of his companions, and he didn't refuse. Who would think that money is too much?

"I would like to ask, does the company have any plans to establish a PMC branch?" He hesitated and said.

"We will discuss it in the near future, but at present, the company is starting up, so it shouldn't take any bigger steps. However, I think your mercenary group can slightly expand the number of people. Be bold, and I will support you in the future."

PMC company must create.

The Yankees are causing trouble everywhere, and someone has to wipe his ass. If the Ma Runs are running around, the people in the country will protest, and the votes will drop.

Somebody has to help them out.

To do dirty work, you still have to rely on wild dogs.

It would be very embarrassing if the fingerprints of the President of the United States were found in the investigation of a massacre in a certain country.

The most embarrassing thing, what the hell, he also won the Nobel Prize.

If the mercenaries did it, they could stand in front of the podium and condemn it in a dignified manner.

Let Miller expand the number of people first. After the company is established, it can be regarded as the first wave of key members, who can also be pulled out to grab orders.

Miller is more convinced by Gao Jun's words now, "Then how many people do you think it is appropriate to expand?"

"Expand to 20 people. I will subsidize you with 2 NSV heavy machine guns, 4 RPD light machine guns, and 20 rounds of RPG shells. This is my personal sponsorship for you. Don't worry, it will not be linked to rating sponsorship." Gao Jun said with a smile .

Even if retail mercenaries want to join the mercenary group, they have to choose and choose. They can't join everything they encounter. The boss is an idiot later, who can stand it?
Miller and his companions looked at each other and made eye contact with each other.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Obedient, there will be candy to eat.

For arms dealers, a few heavy machine guns may not be as expensive as the "traditional industry" services in Amsterdam.

The NSV heavy machine gun counts him as 2 boxes of liquor.

The RPD light machine gun counts as 20 cans for him.

Sorry, professional characteristics, come out to mix, just have a lot of caliber.

...

When the helicopter slowly landed at the military camp outside Jubail.

Saw that Major Gary again.

Gao Jun originally thought that he would look at the Bell 212 several times. After all, the bullets of those militants shot into the sky several times, obviously opening at least dozens of navel holes in it.

Who knows, Gary didn't even look at it, these dead fish eyes looked at Gao Jun, "Major General Wells wants to see you."

Boss Gao frowned, nodded with a smile, "Can you find a place for my guys to rest?"

Gary didn't refuse, he found an orderly and gave him some instructions.

"plz follow me."

Gao Jun followed him into the temporary command post.

To say that they really know how to enjoy life, in the place of the battlefield, agarwood is still burning inside, and when you walk in, you can smell a smell, and several officers are playing chess around.

"?" A question mark flashed in Gao Jun's head.

Brother, are you on vacation?

Once again, he refreshed his cognition. It turns out that people who do this on the battlefield really do exist.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, those people turned their heads and didn't even leave their buttocks from the bench. Seeing that they were acquaintances, they even said hello.

Gary knocked in the innermost compartment, and a thick voice came from inside, "Come in."

Pushing the door open and entering, Gao Jun stood at the door and saw a general inside looking at the mirror trimming his beard.

"General, Mr. Yuri is here."

Without turning around, Wells glanced at the Asian standing at the door through the glass, and replied vaguely, "Go out."

Gary glanced at Gao Jun from the corner of his eye, and walked out obediently, closing the door behind him.

"Boom."

Wells threw the tools in his hand into the box, made a crisp sound, turned his head, and smiled, but it looked a little fake, as if it was squeezed out abruptly. He pulled the chair and said, "You Li? I know you, you are famous, please sit down."

He went to the chair and crossed his hands, "You are an arms dealer, and the 107 artillery that attacked the Iraqi airport at night was circulated from you, right?"

"Sorry General, I can't answer you. I only know that I was sold to freedom fighters, but I don't know where it was used. Perhaps, I have to look for my fingerprints on that cannon."

I'm just a kitchen knife seller.

You took my kitchen knife to rob, am I an accomplice?
Then I feel very wronged.

oh oh oh.

Wells felt that this Asian was not slippery, "In this desert, your weapons have killed many people." After he finished speaking, he looked at Gao Jun. She looked at him sincerely, without any haste to refute.

There is no sense of experience at all.

Wells finally frowned slightly, "Don't you need to explain?"

"Beyond this desert, the United States has killed more people. If you want to judge me, this court is too small." Gao Jun smiled and stretched out his hand to draw, got up and walked to the other party, and put his hand in his pocket.

"What are you doing!"

This action made Wells very nervous, and the frown lines were even more frightened.

"General, this is the cost of using the helicopter just now."

A stack of dollar bills is on the table.

Wells looked embarrassed, but soon his eyes were attracted by the banknotes, and "$$" appeared in his eyes.

"Ahem, there's no need for that. Prince Morse and I have a very good relationship. I'm willing to help you with this."

When you talk, can you take your eyes away from the money, the eyeballs are almost glued to it.

Moore's status as a prince did not surprise Gao Jun at all.

In the entire country, there are more than [-] people with this title. If you go down with a brick, you will attack the royal family.

"No, no, it's necessary. The Bell 212 is very good, and it's worth the price." Gao Jun said honestly, the firepower is really strong. If it weren't for it, it might not be possible to save Rabe this time. down.

Of course maybe... the two clients don't have to die.

Feel bad again.

Wells raised his eyes reluctantly, and his smile became more gentle.

"Yuri, you are too polite." He opened the drawer, took out a bag of "Liberton" black tea, which is very famous in China, and shouted outside, "Gary!"

The major rushed in at a dog-licking speed.

"Make me two cups of black tea," Wells said.

Gary looked at Gao Jun in surprise, the major general is notoriously stingy, few people can enjoy the treatment of black tea from him.

It's really rare, and it's Asian.

"What are you still standing for?"

Gary regained his senses, nodded quickly, and ran outside with the tea.

"Young people just lack exercise." Wells walked to Gao Jun and said with a smile.

"Then add more burdens to him, be more tolerant, and he will always grow." Boss Gao said in an old-fashioned way.

"Yuri, actually, I invite you here this time for one thing."

After the money was in place, he spoke so politely.

The word "please" is always so ironic, with money added.

"Do you want a Bell 212?"

As soon as Wells said this, Gao Jun was a little confused, and said with a smile, "I don't know what you mean?"

"I can sell you that helicopter for 80 US dollars, and you can take it away." The other party seemed very generous.

The unit price of the Bell 212 reached US$1987 in 258. The price of the helicopter itself was not cheap. The low price of Wells made Gao Jun a little cautious.

"Don't worry, this helicopter will appear on the battle damage list tomorrow. At that time, I will report it, and no one will care. We have no shortage of weapons. As long as we can win the war, weapons are not important at all."

Now I understand that he is planning to sell state assets.

It is very common to sell weapons on the front line.

When the bankrupt Mao Xiong turned into a big Mao, although the father died, when the family was separated, they got some scraps of copper and iron that could not be eaten, and then in the first Chechen war, they could see the opposite side running Come and buy weapons.

The two sides also bargained with each other and took souvenirs.

Moreover, even brother Ah San, the world's largest international manufacturing group, spends so much money every year to buy weapons. Many people see him crashing a plane, but they don't know that their level is very high, and ordinary people don't understand it at all.

First of all, he spent money to buy weapons, pleasing the bosses, and giving him a bargaining chip to join the gangster group.

Secondly, once the plane drops, oh well, the logistics department is full, and the money can be laundered, so why not do it?

"Widow Manufacturing Company" Stan Aerospace is just thrown out and scolded, but what has it to lose?

The banknotes are all in overseas accounts.

Looking at your bushy eyebrows and big eyes, I never imagined that you are also a person who eats grass by the side of the nest!
Gao Jun despises such people spiritually, but...

If there is no such person, how would he develop his business? He looked carefully at the other party's expression from the corner of his eyes, and said slowly, "Bell 212 is great. I don't have any opinions on that. However, there is no such thing in my account. How much money, you know, when we do business, we press the goods, buy the goods, and then wait until the goods are shipped to get the final payment, and even divide it into several installments."

"The arms dealer still pays in installments?" Wells said in surprise.

Gao Jun was quiet for a while, and lied without blinking, "Of course, people who can spend millions of dollars in one go would rather hide in American manors. The financial crisis has made it very difficult for everyone. If we don't introduce installment payments, I'm afraid No one can fight a full war."

"Those Wall Street bastards should be tied up under the streetlight!" Gao Jun said angrily.

Wells looked at him suspiciously, his brows furrowed in thought.

"So how much cash flow do you have?"

I can be sure, the other party is in urgent need of money, something must have happened, this kind of mentality of being a peddler who doesn't care about Tian's heart has come out, if I don't crush you to death, am I still called someone Gao?

He thought about it.

"I just got the payment for the goods and I still have about 60 in my bank deposit, but I need 10 dollars to keep to pay employees' salaries, and the remaining 5 dollars to reserve, about..."

"45!" Wells' calculation is quite fast at the moment.

Gao Jun spread his hands, looking helpless, "Yes."

First, he was "candid" about his own capital, giving the other party the illusion that even if his own money is more than that, it is only around here. In fact, he should have more than 500 million US dollars in his bank card.

Who would have thought that he would be so cunning?
This can be regarded as a kind of psychological game.

"It's too little." Wells sighed, just when he thought that this business could not continue, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh, "Yes, but I need to pay once."

For the goods purchased by the country worth more than 200 million US dollars, you directly reduce it by a quarter, and then put it into your wallet. All you have to do is sign the war damage report.

Very simple!
Looking at him, Gao Jun felt that the other party was fishing for law enforcement, so he straightened his words and said, "General, if you need money, I can lend it to you first."

Wells looked at him in surprise.

"I think you are a good person, and I don't want to bring you down because of this incident..." Gao Jun said sincerely, "Money is not a problem, friends should help each other."

Do you think he is really kind?
What are sugar-coated cannonballs?

To put it bluntly, when you take the money, the handle will be in the hands of Gao Jun. I can't sell the Bell 212 now, and it's still idle, and I can't bring more benefits to myself in the short term.

But if I can get into a "relationship" with Wells, am I afraid that I won't have any weapons to sell in the future?
Confidentially?

That's because I think you're a fool.

I don't know if it's because of the region, but the big dogs are a little stupid. The stupid big wood is not sensitive to politics and thinks that force can solve the problem. The last student who was so crazy in Vienna was 45 years old this year!

Do remember one sentence.

All the chocolate in this world contains cocaine. The sweetness does not last long, but the bitterness is eternal.

"Then... thank you."

"It's okay, may I take the liberty to ask you if you are in a hurry for money? Maybe I'm not very polite to ask. "

Wells shook his head, "No, no, this is also a family scandal." He sighed, with deep worry on his brows, "I have a son who gambled while studying in the United States and owed more than 100 million US dollars. The debtor called home..."

Gao Jun understood, it was another trick.

Being able to lose 100 million US dollars is also a talent, even if you use your butt to open a card, you are not so unlucky.

"I'm going back to the United States in a while, and I can help you take a look." Gao Jun volunteered.

"Really? Yuri, I don't even know how to express my gratitude now. I have a special status and cannot go there. I'm sorry to trouble you. Bring him back safely. I owe you a favor." Wells was very excited hold his hand.

Obviously, he loves his son very much.

If I don't take your son into the ditch, I won't be called Gao Jun!

This favor, you just wait and pay it back slowly.

Being able to lead the army alone means that Wells has a certain status and connections in the army, and it may not be long before he can be promoted.

Waiting for your promotion, I will ask for "favor" again, won't you give it?Want to cheat?

Hey Hey……

Gao Jun stayed in the office for more than an hour before letting Wells deliver it himself.

"General, stay here, don't send me off, I'll just go by myself."

"it's okay no problem."

The two came out laughing at each other, the officers outside hurriedly stood up, holding their breath, and Gao Jun raised his hand to greet them, they responded with silly smiles.

"The general is gone, call if you have something to do."

"Okay, I leave my affairs to you."

"Don't worry, I can guarantee it." Gao Jun pointed to his head, indicating that it was recorded in it.

Umbrella and others are already waiting.

"Boss, the ticket is already bought, just go to the counter to get it." Taylor came over and said.

"Okay, where's your wife and kids?"

"They went straight to the airport."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, "I'll leave it to you here, and come to the United States as soon as the follow-up is done. We need to set up the company framework. After the festival, it's time to make money in the new year."

Taylor smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss, I'm never late for money."

"Then I'll go first, see you in the United States!" Gao Jun got into the car, opened the window and waved to Miller and others, and the two off-road vehicles rushed to Jeddah.

Go straight to the airport.

He also met Taylor's wife and children.

A woman who wrapped herself in a robe nervously embraced a pair of children. They were still young, with curiosity in their eyes.

Taylor's wife isn't from here, but you have to play by the rules.

Those who do not follow are dead.

Gao Jun just had a brief exchange with her, and boarded the plane with his boarding pass.

Children are very active, the toy in this hand accidentally rolled to Gao Jun's feet, he was too scared to come over and rubbed his fingers.

Gao Jun bent down to pick it up, handed it over with a smile, and patted Taylor's son on the head.

"Boss, I have already contacted my instructor, he is in San Francisco." Umbrella said while sitting beside him.

"That's a coincidence. It seems that God wants Tomanbi to find him sooner." Gao Jun responded with a smile, "Go to him as soon as you get off the plane, don't procrastinate."

"Christmas day must be a lot of fun."

The roar of the plane taking off cut off Gao Jun's soliloquy, and flew straight into the sky.

...

We arrived at San Francisco International Airport just after eleven o'clock in the evening.

As soon as a group of people came out of the terminal, they saw a black van parked steadily at the door. Seeing this, Tonikov and the others subconsciously stood in front of Gao Jun.

"cousin!"

The car window opened, and Nie Zhenbang's face was revealed. He was wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, opened the car door and jumped out. There was still a smell of "human scum" perfume in the air.

"It's been a while since I saw you, and you've come out of the shadow of a broken relationship? Your hair is so pissed, didn't your cousin mention you?" Gao Jun asked with a smile, and even reached out to grab it.

"I can't see him in the factory now, and he can't control me. Didn't you call me to come back? Did I get my hair done? How about it? Are you handsome? Don't mess up my hair. "

Nie Zhenbang shook his head, "I take three girls out every day, let them choose their own time, when to come to me, I have to walk by the wall every day."

"You are bragging, your chin is leaking, that's all, let's get in the car." Gao Jun called Taylor's wife and children to sit on it first.

"Cousin, you go out and bring back a woman? Have children? So fast!" Nie Zhenbang asked in a low voice.

"What do you think? Sows have to be 4 months old. These are the wives and children of my colleagues. We plan to put the company's center in the United States, and their families will come here first."

Nie Zhenbang suddenly realized when he heard the words, and warmly greeted everyone to get into the car.

This Toyota Hiace has a lot of space and can seat 9 people.

"I've arranged the hotel, do you really not want to live with me? Cousin?" Nie Zhenbang said while remembering his seat belt.

"Too many people, too troublesome."

The Toyota Hiace started and made its way out of the airport. The night in San Mateo County was very dark, and the lights of the high-pressure sodium lamps were a bit dim.

The roar of the engine sounded from the rear, and Gao Jun saw many motorcycles passing from behind from the rearview mirror, and someone raised his middle finger at the co-pilot's window.

The latter woman turned her head and laughed.

The driver drove to the front of the car with one accelerator, and blocked it as if on purpose.

"Damn it, these bastards!" Nie Zhenbang cursed and honked the horn vigorously.

"Calm down, young man, don't be too impulsive." Gao Jun said with a smile beside him, he felt mentally retarded after seeing this scene.

Don't sleep at night, go racing?
What is not evil pen?
Gao Jun was flipping through the magazine, and was about to relax his eyes, when suddenly he braked suddenly and got inertial, Gao Jun rushed forward, his chest was restrained by the safety belt, a little stuffy, and the other people sitting in the back also hit the front .

The two children of Taylor cried even more.

"They braked suddenly." Nie Zhenbang pointed to the laughing drivers in front.

"Step on the gas pedal." Gao Jun closed the magazine and said.

"Ah?" Nie Zhenbang thought he heard it wrong, looking at the other party, Gao Jun emphasized his tone, "Press the accelerator and hold the steering wheel correctly."

Seeing that his cousin was serious, he was a little scared, "It will kill someone."

"Let me teach you one more thing. In the United States, if the police don't see a murder, they can retract the confession. Step on the gas pedal, and run away if you can't catch it. If you catch me, hire the best lawyer."

The convoy in front was still wobbling, braking a few meters away, which made Nie Zhenbang very angry.

"Mike don't play anymore, there is still a race tonight." The girl sitting in the back said to the driver.

"I saw an Asian just now, and I felt disgusted when I saw them!" The driver was a black man, and he replied loudly, "Wait for me." He took out a lighter from his pocket, turned around and smashed it on the ground. On the windshield, he laughed and raised his middle finger brazenly.

Seeing the approaching Toyota Hiace from the rearview mirror, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and repeated the same trick. When he pressed the brake, the girl behind bumped into him, and he felt the tenderness behind him.

But before he could recall it, he was thrown out by a huge impact force, and he stared wide-eyed to see that he and the car were separated, and after spinning a few times in the air, he fell heavily to the ground.

The locomotive also pulled out a long spark.

This scene was very sudden.

The other drivers didn't expect the opponent to be so fierce, they all stopped the car. After reacting, someone picked up a stone and threw it at it, cracking the rear glass of the car.

The Toyota Hiace stopped.

Opening the door, Tonikov waited for four or five big men to get out of the car.

"Who threw the rock!" Umbrella walked over and shouted.

Most of these bikers came out by fighting bravely, and a few of them carried baseball bats with them, watching them eagerly, ready to go up and kill them.

Umbrella took out the Stechkin APS with the expansion magazine from his arms, and pointed the black muzzle at the gang of brats, "I said, who smashed the car!"

As the saying goes...

Sticks don't fight guns.

All of a sudden, these bikers were scared, who would not be scared when they saw the pistol?
They all looked at the companions who smashed the car.

The face of the other party turned green, and seeing Umbrella approaching with a ferocious face, he was so frightened that he was about to cry, "Don't...don't come here."

ten minutes later…

The Toyota Hiace walked away, the hole in the back was covered with a piece of clothing, and several drivers were tied to a big tree, and one of them was a black man wearing big underpants.

But those girls didn't suffer any "poisonous" hands.

This is not pity, but fear of review.

By the way…

He also called an ambulance to the black man who accidentally "hit" him.

You're welcome.

Please call me: Ambulance Hero.

...

Nie Zhenbang couldn't help laughing in the car, "Cousin, you are so talented, I thought you were going to beat them up."

"Am I such a violent person? We are all children. When anyone is not arrogant, give him a chance. This is a society ruled by law. Although Yankees eat a lot of free food, it is better to do less than to do more."

If it is changed to a war zone.

Hitting you is a waste of my money.

Would you like to try, one knife?
Nie Zhenbang nodded, looked back at Umbrella who was sitting upright, hesitated for a while, and lowered his voice, "I seem to have seen a gun drawn just now?"

Gao Jun looked at him, and there was strong curiosity in his eyes.

"No, you're wrong, it's easy to be blinded at night."

Nie Zhenbang curled his lips, no matter how blind he was, he would never see the shape of the gun as an oval.

There is only one kind of blind man in this world.

U.S. representative to the United Nations?

Call laundry a lethal weapon?
"Drive well."

When Nie Zhenbang saw that Gao Jun was not clear, he was also very smart not to ask too many questions. This is how a person should be. Don't keep asking questions, or others will dislike you.

But he knew that his cousin's business should not be as simple as he said on the surface.

What kind of business, you want to go out with a gun?
About half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of a hotel.

The clever doorman came to help with a luggage trolley.

"Cousin, San Francisco is a bit unsafe recently. Try not to go out at night. I don't know why there are frequent fights in the local associations recently, and they also hold AK47s. They are all circulated from the black market. The firepower is very fierce. Innocent citizens are often forced to Get involved in a shootout."

Did you see it, forced to get involved.

Not victimized.

Fully automatic weapons were allowed in the U.S. until 1994, so you could see people suddenly join in with AR-15 rifles when there was a shootout.

Gao Jun had a premonition that these AK47s should be his own.

MD, Huo Bingkun is also a talent, paving the way for the market so quickly?

Gao Jun agreed, "You go back and drive slowly."

Nie Zhenbang responded, agreed to meet Nie Dakuan tomorrow, and then drove away. After watching him leave, Gao Jun was about to enter the hotel when he heard a violent collision.

He attracted his gaze.

Seeing two cars crash into each other crazily, four masked gangsters got out of a Volvo, armed with AKs, and shot at the opposite car!
This sudden gunshot caused a burst of screaming.

The hotel security rushed out, hurriedly beckoned Gao Jun to hide in, and then closed the door.

"Sir, stay away from the glass."

The security guards seem to be very experienced.

How the hell does this look worse than San Diego?Isn't that place one of the ten deadliest cities in America?
San Francisco also has this trend?
Just finished talking about the shootout and it happened?

This mouth has been opened.

Those masked gangsters swept the car full of holes, and one of them pulled them away forcefully and pulled out a box from the co-pilot's corpse, but handcuffed the man's wrist.

This gangster was also very ruthless, he shot the opponent's hand several times in a row, causing blood to fly everywhere.

"Boss, the police are here!" one of them shouted suddenly.

Gao Jun heard voices, speaking Chinese with a little dialect, and also heard the sound of police sirens not far away.

this place...

It's not a place where black dogs gather, and the relative patrols are more diligent.

"Fuck! These foreign devils came so fast, Xiao Zhong, give them a grenade." One of them was wearing a brown shirt, with a Citizen watch in his left hand, and he could see a tattoo on his wrist, which was a bit blurry and couldn't be seen clearly. , but like a hanged man.

"Okay, Brother Xing." A friend next to him responded with a smile, took out a grenade from his bag, walked two steps forward, tore off the pull ring with his left hand, twisted his waist and sent him across, and even threw more than 70 meter, accurately hit the front of the police car. "

This is definitely military trained!
Ordinary people, who can go so far?
The most important thing is accuracy.

嘣…

One sound!
The police car was directly blown over, dragging a burst of sparks on the ground.

And reinforcements have been seen in the back.

"Retreat!" The leader nicknamed "Brother Xing" ordered calmly, and saw one of them driving, and the others tilted their firepower at the police car, and when the car started, they jumped in at the same time.

He slammed into the police car abruptly, and walked away arrogantly.

This scene was clearly seen by Gao Jun in the hotel.

"They have definitely been on the battlefield." Tonikov said next to him. Gao Jun looked over and heard him continue seriously, "Moreover, they have definitely participated in more than one battle. It can be seen from their cooperation and obedience. Come out, they're great."

Everyone agrees with this guess.

Barnicles next to him was silent for a while and said, "Very familiar fighting style."

Everyone was taken aback by this statement, but the few boys showed a thoughtful expression, and then looked at Gao Jun in unison.

"Don't think about it, they are just desperadoes, what kind of society is doing this, you see, you will be arrested sooner or later, we are all here to make money, but we must keep a low profile and don't treat others as idiots. "Gao Jun ordered a few words and asked them to go back to the room and not stay there.

The American police will not be able to catch people, and they may have to mess around.

After arriving in the room, Gao Jun glanced down. There were more and more support forces, and even police dogs were brought in. He made a cup of coffee and leaned against the railing and couldn't help but look twice.

He heard the phone on the table ring.

As he stirred the coffee, he walked over to pick it up.

"Hello, Mr. Gao, I'm Huo Bingkun." The other party's tone was anxious.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, speak slowly."

"A batch of our shipment was inspected at the customs just now, and 20 AK47s were confiscated. You have to reship the shipment. Customers are waiting anxiously."

Gao Jun frowned.

"Is the customs checked? As soon as I got off the plane, I saw a street fight. The weapons I used were very familiar. I remember that I had someone deliver about 400 AKs. You couldn't have sold them all in San Francisco, right?"

Huo Bingkun coughed twice, "As soon as I let it out, someone came to my door. You know that this kind of Soviet product is cheap and durable. Many societies and individuals like to use it very much."

"So you sold all 400 of them in one place. I just saw four people holding AKs. It's so fierce! I thought I was in Africa. You have so many goods that idiots don't pay attention." Gao Jun also had a headache.

You lost 3 in San Francisco, 10 in Los Angeles, and 10 in San Diego. If you separate them in this way, it will take a while to find them out due to the complicated black market system in the United States.

If you consume it directly in a city, even the dogs know it, so if you smell it hard in this place, will there be no accidents?
"The market in San Francisco is really huge. We estimate that there are about 90 people here. Apart from half of the elderly, children, and women, there are about 35 ordinary men. If one out of ten people buys arms…"

There was deep temptation and excitement in Huo Bingkun's words.

Gao Jun was also very moved when he heard it.

Because according to the agreement, the price of the AK47 I gave him was 200 US dollars, and 3.5 people would be 700 million US dollars!
This is still to say the least.

The tens of millions of dollars in the market, this amount is simply not enough to fill.

"Mr. Gao, we won't pay for this batch of goods being inspected, unless you get me a new batch."

Gao Jun took a sip of his coffee and said bitterly, "Don't worry, if you were arrested by the police before the transaction, I will be responsible for the loss, but if you are arrested by the police after the transaction, you will still have to pay."

"However, recently, I advise you to calm down. The CIA will stare at you later, and the taste will be unpleasant. However, if you want the goods, then I will give them to you. You should think about it yourself."

Huo Bingkun usually considers himself a very calm person.

But the huge benefits of the arms business still made him a little bit beyond his rationality. He mainly sold arms. He hooked up with many powerful associations, and the other parties also looked at him with admiration, making his organization vaguely surpass the Burmese and Vietnamese.

He is ambitious.

When he came here by smuggling back then, he swore that in this life, he would either die from starvation or starve to death, and he would never do nothing!

"Mr. Gao, I have been in the United States for eleven years. I have worked as a dish washer, waiter, pedicure, and coolie. I want to work hard to make money so that I can make those foreign devils look up to me, but they, Draw my blood, but say my blood is dirty!"

"I'm just waiting for an opportunity. I want to fight to prove to those foreign devils that I, Huo Bingkun, am not a bum. I can do what they foreigners can do. I dare to do what they dare not do. This San Francisco, sooner or later, I have the final say, this opportunity is in front of me, I don’t want to give up, I can’t give up, FBI? Fucking head, if he comes, I will fight with him.”

crazy.

Gao Jun thought the other party was crazy.

Everyone who comes to the United States thinks this is heaven, but after coming here?
You are Asian, you are the lowest end of discrimination.

Some people left in disappointment, some jumped into the sea in despair, but there were also people who gritted their teeth silently and persisted, and died in silence if they didn't explode in silence.

"Okay, if you want the goods, I'll give them to you, remember to prepare the money, and also, look at the people under your hands, if they are not clean."

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