My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 97 God is not named Gao for the time being!
Boss Gao seems to be extremely stubborn about selling RPGs in the United States. According to incomplete statistics, this is at least the third time he has recommended it to Huo Bingkun.

"It can be sold to the black community. Do you know why Batman's mask shows half of his face? White Americans must know that he is a white man, otherwise, he will be shot to death by the police!"

Gao Jun said with a smile, picked up a piece of meat dumpling on the table, dipped it in vinegar, stuffed it into his mouth, hummed twice in satisfaction, and continued, "You have to let black people use weapons to fight for their rights, and you have to Don't you think it's wealth for white people to learn to hold submachine guns and kill black people who are trying to covet the throne?"

"What do you mean, let me intentionally create hatred?" Huo Bingkun asked.

"No, no, no, hatred is cumulative. From the moment the black pastor in the Lorraine Motel in Memphis was shot, violence, assassination and other means will become the ultimate means for people of color to protect their own interests. If Asians are getting more and more powerful, maybe..."

"You can see a military exercise at the gate of Chinatown tomorrow!" Gao Jun said with a smile, "The Nimitz aircraft carrier can sail to land."

Discrimination is everywhere.

The poor try their best to immigrate, but they don't know that they are still poor elsewhere and can't change anything.

"What we have to do is to keep a low profile as much as possible, or to make the relationship network more complicated. You can try to develop some offline groups, such as black associations. They have guns and will carry out more activities. Black people, the only ones who can divide What is clear is whether you should eat shit or eat." Gao Jun gave him his opinion.

Huo Bingkun could hear the strong discrimination against black people in the other party's tone.

I even doubt it in my heart.

"Has he ever been ravaged by black people?!"

Otherwise, why is there so much resentment?

"They don't have that much money to buy weapons." Huo Bingkun frowned, "There are only a handful of black associations that can become popular in San Francisco."

"Then you rent them weapons and let them get the money, they'll figure it out, won't they?"

"In this way, we will be arrested!"

"Really? What crime?" Gao Jun didn't care at all, "The biggest advantage of paying attention to the law in the United States is that it gives the poor people a chance to understand their mistakes, and the rich people a chance to find someone to replace them. Said there are more loopholes in the law being found by lawyers in San Francisco courts every day than there are bullet holes in black people."

"The big deal is that if you live in another place for two days, you won't be able to be released. After coming to the United States, haven't you discovered its characteristics? There is also the smell of dollars in the air." Gao Jun took a deep breath, his face full of intoxication .

Huo Bingkun nodded slowly, "You can try..."

"In two days, there will be a batch of about 8 RPGs and 10 shells on the Mexican border. You can pick them up at a slaughterhouse in Tijuana. This batch will be sent to you first. Let's check the market demand first. Yes. Now, don’t put all your goods in San Francisco this time, Los Angeles, Sacramento, Santa Clara, these are all in need.”

"Thank you, Mr. Gao, then I'm not too polite. I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of water."

"I have money and everyone earns it together, but no matter how awesome we are, we can't compare to the money printing gang in the White House. People use Franklin to wipe their asses."

Huo Bingkun laughed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the younger brother walked in nervously, looked at Boss Gao, hesitated for a while, and was about to lower his head to talk to Huo Bingkun, when he waved his hand, "Here are all brothers. What can't you say?"

The younger brother nodded, "Master Tuo is dead! The elders of the San Francisco community will open at the Grand Hotel (funeral home) at night, asking the bosses of various Southeast Asian societies to be present. People with prefixes such as Myanmar, Philippines, and Vietnam have all been sent. You go!"

"The visitor is not kind." The younger brother said very cautiously.

Huo Bingkun raised his eyebrows on the right side, and looked at Gao Jun, "This group of old people just like to make a scene, and they are almost in the coffin, and they are still so noisy."

"However, their words are quite heavy."

"What? Scared?" Gao Jun said with a smile, "then kill them, no, beating them to death has nothing to do with me as a businessman. Luo, you have integrated all the forces and let everyone make a fortune together. You can earn tens of billions of dollars from the United States every year. They are all bad guys. You have to think, why is he so crazy."

"Make an offer they can't refuse!"

"At such an age, there are always several sons and grandchildren. They should also care about it. Asians care about their own blood the most. Can you take the children to the amusement park?" Gao Jun seemed to suggest "Gentle" advice.

But Huo Bingkun understood immediately.

I can't move, I can't move your family?

"I understand."

Gao Jun said in a childish tone, "That's right. Fighting, killing and killing is not king after all. If you want to be a big brother, you have to be respected and respected!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch, "Okay, I have to go back to eat, my cousin made pigeon soup."

Huo Bingkun got up immediately and pushed his younger brother away, "Mr. Gao, let's go together tonight."

Gao Jun glanced at him and pondered for a while, "Bring more people, don't go to the meeting alone like a fool, one hundred is not too little, two hundred is not too many, the guys have enough things to bring, I am afraid that some people will not be safe when the time comes. "

"I see."

"Then eat slowly, I'll go first."

Huo Bingkun sent him downstairs and watched Gao Jun leave.

"Brother Kun, you don't have to be so polite..." a younger brother muttered.

"You know what a fart, the condoms you buy now are all earned from him, am I being polite to him? I am being polite to money." Huo Bingkun paused, "And, I have a hunch, His business will be very big!"

"Hunch? Boss, do you still believe this?"

"My old mother had a dream, believe it or not!"

……

Gao Jun has ambitions!
He just said Quintero, he wants to let the entire San Francisco Asian community work for him like him.

What is this called?
Positioning: Accurate customers!
San Francisco gang fights in 1989: 667.

An average of more than two per day.

Of course, there is no way to compare with the first-line "big brothers" like San Diego, New York, and Detroit. Their main business is eating, waiting to die, and shooting.

How many societies are there in the United States?
Nearly [-]!
Rivalry between cities is often more bloody. Gao Jun intends to use San Francisco as his dumping ground.

Those club members like Huo Bingkun are his downlines or workers.

This is just lying down and making money, isn't it good?
"Boss, Mr. Nie." Victor, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said suddenly. Gao Jun looked outside and saw Nie Zhenbang, Wu Wenwen, Lan Jieying and the man who looked like a manager.

Several people walked into a watch shop side by side.

"What are they doing here to buy watches? Stop the car." Gao Jun yelled, opened the window, and yelled, Nie Zhenbang turned his head, smiled, trotted over, and put his hands on the car, "Cousin."

"Are you here to buy a watch?"

"It's my dad's birthday in two days, and I want to buy him a present."

Only then did Gao Jun suddenly realize that he pushed open the door and got out of the car, "Cousin's birthday? That's why we need to prepare well, let's go in and have a look together."

Sometimes the older generation's birthday, if they don't say it themselves, how can the younger generation remember it?

"Mr. Gao!" Wu Wenwen waved excitedly when she saw him.

Gao Jun nodded towards her, and looked at Lan Jieying beside him, "Miss Lan, I see you again, your hairpin is very beautiful."

"Thank you." Lan Jieying said with a polite smile. In her acting career, she had heard such compliments a lot.

"You girls are here today, help us with our staff, go, go in and have a look." After Gao Jun finished speaking, he walked into the watch shop first.

This store is very large, with several counters separated, and you can see common and luxurious brands.

"Welcome sir, what do you want to see?" A blond-haired female saleswoman came over and asked, but her eyes glanced at the clothes, appearance, and expressions of Gao Jun and others.

This is called observation.

Being able to accurately assess the purchasing power of customers can greatly reduce unnecessary time.

Many luxury cabinet sisters have such skills.

What kind of underwear you wear determines your psychological price. How much can a person who buys underwear be so "picky" spend money on other things? (I don't wear them!)
"Give the elders a birthday present and show us."

"Okay, please come with me. Here are IWC, Rolex, and Omega, which are very suitable for mature men." The female salesperson opened the counter and took out several kinds of watches.

Nie Zhenbang and Wu Wenwen went up to watch very enthusiastically.

It was Gao Jun and Lan Jieying standing behind.

"Miss Lan is coming to San Francisco for tourism?"

"I came to perform at the San Francisco Opera House. Wu Wenwen used to be a neighbor of my family, and she came to the United States later." Lan Jieying's voice was heard in people's ears, a little soft, making ears itchy.

"That's fate. How are the theater tickets selling?"

"Americans... don't like Asian stage plays very much, so I want to come to Chinatown to promote it."

The manager next to her pulled down his sleeves towards her. Gao Jun saw this scene and said with a smile, "If you need it, you can find me. Don't worry, I will go and see it then."

"Thank you, Mr. Gao."

"Go out and help each other out."

While the two were chatting, Nie Zhenbang also chose a Rolex worth 6000 US dollars. When he took the gift box, he held it in his hand with joy.

"Cousin, you've chosen it, do you still want to see it?"

"You bought it, then I can't buy a watch too, my cousin only has two hands, hahaha, when is his birthday, I can pick it up then." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"number 26."

"That's the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, there will be Santa Claus in Chinatown tomorrow at Christmas," Wu Wenwen said.

Christmas…

Gao Jun looked at Umbrella, who nodded slightly towards him.

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as a few people walked out, they heard a huge explosion, boom!
I saw that the door of a bank diagonally opposite was blown out by the shock wave, and a middle-aged woman walking next to her was directly taken out.

The cards bearing Robinson Harriet Bank all fell down.

You can tell from the name that it is a small regional bank.

There are many such banks in the United States.

"Go inside!" Tonikov formed a triangle, protecting several people and retreating into the watch shop, and the employees inside had already rang the alarm bell, which was connected to the police station.

This is…

Robb the bank!
Gao Jun saw four people getting on and off a car, wearing gray shirts, jeans, carrying a black bag, holding an AK47, and shooting at the security guards.

Kill him directly!

Wu Wenwen and the two women couldn't help crying out.

Gao Jun felt that the faces of these people were very familiar.

It seems to be the few people I met at the hotel when I first came to San Francisco.

The figure can be seen.

The police station on this street is not far away. After all, this place is full of luxury goods. Who the hell would protect the poor?

In the United States, the money of the rich is called money!

The property of the poor is called...garbage.

Two police cars came quickly.

But this group of robbers seemed to be waiting on purpose.

The two guards at the door were armed with AKs and fired in an orderly manner. After one of them finished shooting, they quickly hid behind their companions, while the latter moved forward and continued to shoot.

The robber slammed the palm of his hand, the clip fell off, and then he quickly took out the spare from his backpack and stuffed it back.

so repeatedly.

Keep the fire going.

And at this moment, a Patton military off-road vehicle appeared in sight, and next to it was written: SWAT!

This is similar to a sign of special police.

It can be regarded as an elite armed system in the San Francisco police system. Most of them have experienced many battles and dealt with many complicated incidents. They participated in the famous kidnapping of the Opera House in San Francisco.

"Xiao Zhong, give them a shot!"

The leader looked back and said loudly.

"Okay, Brother Xing, get out of the way!"

One of the gangsters opened a pack behind him, and took out a big firepower from inside.

"Grass! M72LAW!" Gao Jun couldn't help but curse.

The weapons of these gangsters are too fierce...

Are you sure this is not an attack?

No matter how tough you are, how can you be brave under the caliber of 66MM?
You can see the deep panic in the driver's eyes!
boom!
A fireball exploded on the spot.

This combat team was directly scrapped.

"Brother Xing, it's done." At this time, the remaining two gangsters came out of the bank, carrying bags on their left and right, which were obviously full of US dollars.

This…

It's just a no-brainer deal!
So much money is enough to directly bankrupt this small bank.

No wonder, there are frequent bank robberies in the United States.

Even Gao Jun's heart beat a little fast when he saw it, but more importantly, he was terrified about his own safety. If he encountered such an attack, would he survive?

Will I be beaten to death by the RPG I sold to the United States?
The more money you make in the future, the more dignitaries and peers you will offend. Even the president of the United States can be assassinated on the spot. Could he survive?

Do not make jokes.

God is not named Gao.

Of course, no surname for the time being.

He decided that he had to increase his security team, and that he had to build an arsenal after buying property in San Francisco. These all came from his lack of security in his bones.

buzzing...

The San Francisco police air support is here. A helicopter hovers in the air. The main task is to track the ground vehicles. Of course, it is impossible to shoot the ground.

What a joke.

That gangster, Brother Xing, looked up, got into the car, and drove away.

"The gangster of the century!" Commander Gao breathed out, said with a serious expression, and looked at the others, "Are you all alright?"

"No...it's okay." Nie Zhenbang was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Feel the bank robbery up close...

It's exciting for everyone.

Gao Jun nodded, and hurriedly left the place, but he looked like he couldn't fit in the car, it was not easy. For Tonikov, the matter of finding a car and getting a line, the scene was so chaotic anyway.

Who cares except the owner?
"You protect Miss Wu and Miss Lan back and make sure they are delivered." Gao Jun said to Alva who was driving.

The latter complied.

Drive out of the danger zone.

"Get in the car." Gao Jun patted Nie Zhenbang, got into the car, and drove towards Chinatown.

It is only a few kilometers away from the law firm, and the news is faster than the speed of the car.

When they got home, the neighbors were talking.

It's nothing more than watching the excitement.

Of course, some people expressed concern about the security of San Francisco. Who knows if they will come to Chinatown?

this place...

It can be deliberately portrayed as a golden place by some media.

If it weren't for some local associations, black and white associations would have come here long ago. Of course, this is not protection, it is called: safeguarding one's own interests!

"Do you have any comrades-in-arms or colleagues in the Soviet Union? I need a better and professional bodyguard group." Gao Jun asked Tonikov before entering the law firm.

"Boss, you should ask Barnicles about this. Compared with our GRU, the KGB is more representative and professional in this regard."

Gao Jun thought it made sense and looked at the other party.

Barnicles thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Because of the particularity of the organization, perhaps many agents will not retire, but some members who are not seriously involved in secrets will still choose to come out by themselves. In the current Soviet Union, they can only suppress Eat your fill."

"Then help me contact some professionals. I don't need mercenaries. What I need are security personnel."

The responsibilities of bodyguards and special forces are completely different.

Special forces need to master a lot of combat skills so that they can kill as many enemies as possible on the battlefield.One of the most important meanings of their existence is to protect the country.

As an important part of the armed forces of various countries in the world, the military also focuses on "how to effectively kill the enemy" when training them.It can be said that special forces are a very sharp knife for a country.

Bodyguards need to have keen judgment and a sense of crisis so that they have time to respond before criminals prepare to attack. Of course, in order to better protect the target, bodyguards also need systematic and large-scale physical and combat training.

However, due to the nature of their work, the fighting skills they have mastered are rarely capable of killing people at one time. In fact, it should be described as "shield", which is more appropriate.

Of course, what I mean here is reliable.

There are unreliable ones.

You get shot twice.

Have to go back and take a second look.

……

　ps: I'm sorry, sorry, I drank too much as the best man, my back hurts, the update is late, and I will continue to write!Absolutely ten thousand words.

　　Thank you Shadow Floats for the great Floating Red.

　　
　
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