I want to be a warlord

Chapter 19 Acts of Justice
I think you are embarrassing me, Fat Tiger!
I don't want to sell drugs, but I want money. What's the difference between being a whore and setting up a torii?

You have taken over all the good things!
Wang Zhen pushed Mountbatten away angrily, and when he looked up, everyone was looking at him.

Scratching his head, "You guys...forget it, let me think about it."

……

after one day……

The golden retriever hung up the phone in his hand, stopped the car, rolled down the window, and said to a middle-aged man standing by the roadside: "Bob asked us to come."

The man came over and poked his head into the car for a look, then waved and said, "Come with me."

It was a warehouse-like place. After walking through three iron doors in a row, they entered the basement. The basement was brightly lit. Three people stood in different directions. The surrounding shelves were full of guns. Wang Zhen stared straight at it.

Seeing so many guns, the donkey also breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "Finally, I don't need to use the damn AK anymore."

"Dude, do you have an M16 or M4 series rifle?" Golden Retriever glanced at the shelf.

"There are only two M4A2s, one HK416, if you need it." The man found a box and opened it and said, "This is Malay, and the locals can't digest much. They are all sold to Madin and Lannatai, so the best-selling It will always be a Russian product."

The golden retriever leaned over to pick up an M4, unloaded the magazine, checked it, and checked the lower barrel. From these two places alone, the maintenance is not bad, probably new, but the HK416 is brand new.

"how much is it?"

"M4 is $4000, HK416 is $6500."

"How much?" The golden retriever looked shocked, "The market price of M4 is only 1200 US dollars!"

The middle-aged man sneered, and said as a matter of course: "You also said that it is the market price. If we don't make money, why would we take such a big risk to do this?"

Smuggling arms, selling them illegally, and asking for a high price really left the Golden Retrievers speechless.

The donkey looked at the Russian guns on the shelf again, and suddenly felt that the Russian guns were also pretty good, cheap, durable, and very practical!

"Head, you only use it once, and you can't take it away, so there's no need to pursue so much." The donkey walked up to Jin Mao and said in a low voice.

Wang Zhen glanced at the donkey, did the Americans feel the charm of Zhenxiang?
"How much is AKM and AK74?" Jin Mao asked with a light cough.

"1800, send 2 bullets, [-] magazines."

"2 AKMs, 2 AK74s, 1 RPD, 6 54s, a 1P29 white sight, 10 grenades, 6 sets of body armor, tactical belts, that's it." Golden Retriever said.

"16850 dollars, I charge you 16500, thank you."

……

At 2 o'clock in the morning at night, the container terminal.

"Bullet armor, wear it well. Although it's only level three, it can at least withstand the shooting of most pistol bullets on the market."

"Thank you." Wang Zhen nodded, and asked the bayonet to help him put on the body armor.

"Pick-up headsets, we can hear very small voices."

Wang Zhen nodded.

"Pull out the holster, and practice more when you have time. Your shooting speed is too slow. Now practice quick reloading, and you may use it in a while." The bayonet muttered. "The equipment is still too crude, there is no multifunctional helmet, no night vision device, not even a low-light device."

Wang Zhen just nodded with a smile. This equipment is much better than when he was in Lanatei. The reason for such a big change is because Wang Zhen once again had a friendly communication with Bob.

Facts have proved that those who can be middlemen for underground missions and those who rely on poor information to make a living must have channels covering all aspects, so how could they not find good ammunition.

It's just that the arms were provided free of charge by middlemen last time.

It's free, what more could you want!
After helping Wang Zhen organize his equipment, the bayonet began to do his own work.

"Attention, the target has appeared." The poet's voice sounded in the headset, and everyone stopped talking immediately.

"Poet, can you tell which side it is?" Jin Mao asked in a low voice.

"Wait, let me see. They got off the car. There are nearly 20 people who are scattered. More than 10 people are heading towards the surrounding container area. Is this going to ambush each other?" The poet lay on top of a container and aimed The mirror observed the whispered report below.

"It should be a local gang." Wang Zhen said in a low voice: "The remnants of Basong are responsible for delivering the goods. It must be cheaper to go all the way. The news is blocked. After Basong's death, the forces must be mopped up and recruited. The delivery people have not received any news. It's normal, but the news of the local gang is not closed, it should have been rumored, son of a bitch, this is fucking black and black!"

After saying a word, Wang Zhen noticed that Jin Mao and the others were staring at him with tilted heads, and suddenly realized something, "Ahem, we are different from them, they are drug criminals, villains, the kind who deserve death, after death Must go to hell.

"When we kill drug offenders, we are doing harm to the people, we are pulling out the cancerous tumors in this world, the rubbish among human beings, so what we are doing is justice!"

"We are just and great!"

The Golden Retrievers stretched out a thumb in unison, good mouth!
This is the first time since everyone retired from the army that they feel that their actions are bright and full of justice.

This feels great!
Yes, this is Wang Zhen's plan. Who said that if you don't sell drugs, you can't get money?

When they are trading, kill the buyers and you will naturally have money!

Why buy it yourself and get your hands dirty?
As I said just now, killing them all is also eliminating harm for the people!

"Everyone get ready." Jin Mao whispered, "Donkey, take Wang to the direction of 12 o'clock."

"Shovel, go to the direction of 3 o'clock, control the transaction site, and protect our money!"

"Bayonet, go to the direction of 9 o'clock."

"I'll go to the direction of 6 o'clock."

"Take the shovel as the core of firepower, and try to eliminate the opponent's vital forces as much as possible in the first wave." In the last sentence, Jin Mao said looking at Wang Zhen, and he is a rookie here.

As soon as the golden retriever waved his hand, everyone jumped into the limelight, and Wang Zhen turned around and followed the donkey.

The local gang obviously came earlier on purpose, Wang Zhen and others made a big circle, but the remnants of Basong hadn't come yet.

After waiting another full 10 minutes, two cars with no lights on came into the poet's sight.

The car arrived at the warehouse but didn't drive directly there. The headlights flickered rhythmically a few times, and the local gang also gave a signal to cooperate. Only then did Basong's people drive the car over.

They were far away, and the poet didn't know what the other party was talking about, so he just waited silently. After about 2 minutes, both parties took out something from the trunk. This was a deal, and the poet reported it.

"Shovel, 3, 2, 1, hit!" Golden Retriever ordered.

The shovel was the first to attack, and the RPD in his hand breathed out flames, continuous long bursts, da da da, da da da, the sound of da da da sounded into one piece, and the six people in the center of the transaction fell down in response.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, a group of drug criminals began to shrink their heads in an instant. At the same time, donkeys, golden retrievers, and bayonets also started to move.

The first goal of the few people is not the trading site, but the local gang members who were scattered after arriving early!

(End of this chapter)