My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 116 Intelligence department?

"This is Boris." Tonikov introduced from left to right. The first one was a man wearing a long-sleeved sea soul shirt. His complexion was very tough, and his eyes were like knives. Gao Jun smiled at him. smiled.

"Valery, Andri, Victor, Evgeny, and Valena, they all belong to the 154th Special Detachment."

Gao Jun was very satisfied, "A very historic unit, welcome to join Pyrotech." He said, and he applauded first, and there was a neat welcome in the room.

"You let me see the ability of members of the elite special forces. The company will not let you do missions for nothing. We have bonuses, Tony."

Tonikov nodded, put a black suitcase on the table, pulled his thumbs, and heard a click, the lock was unlocked, and he picked it up, and inside were stacks of 1000 rubles, bundled .

"Here is 100 million rubles. Let's share it. It's a mission reward." Gao Jun waved his hand generously, "Of course, if you need US dollars, you can also exchange them. I suggest you exchange them. In the current situation, every day are lowering the exchange rate.”

100 million rubles = about 10 US dollars.

One person can get [-] yuan.

That is to say, Usoyan is so valuable, otherwise even war missions might not be so expensive.

The identities of people are different, and the prices are of course different.

Seeing so much money, Boris and the others looked at each other.

fine…

No one is filthy from the very beginning, and Gao Jun got addicted to it as soon as he learned it. Isn’t it good to be a slave to money?
How many people are not qualified to be.

Former slaves: chirp.

Current Slave: Received.

Gao Jun leaned over, pushed a suitcase hard, pushed it to the middle of the table, and sat sideways, "You're welcome."

Boris stood up, pulled the suitcase over, and said in a muffled English, "Thank you, sir."

Gao Jun smiled, "You, Yevgeny and Andri will follow me in the future, and I will arrange you for the other people in the barbarian department of the company, and you will form a new team: security guards, mainly responsible for the senior management of the unit travel safety."

He doesn't need so many people himself.

It is enough to equip a team of about 5 to 7 people. If there are too many people, what are the benefits besides a bigger target?
Arms dealers are hiding in the protection circle of customers.

Of course, being attacked by air is another matter.

"Sir, I want to be by your side." The only woman, Valena, said suddenly. When Gao Jun looked over, she still raised her head stubbornly.

"Among the people here, who are you better than, and who do you think you can replace?" Gao Jun asked curiously.

He's a bit machismo, of course it's not that he discriminates against women, but that war is really unfriendly to women. If your aunt comes and you have dysmenorrhea, can you guarantee that your bullet won't hit the boss?
If it's menopause, are you sure you won't fire a grenade and die together?While women are very emotional, they are also full of emotional restlessness.

Varina looked at Boris and the others, and was immediately speechless. Those who can enter the GRU are the elites of their respective troops. They are combat troops!

Valianna, on the other hand, is the intelligence department.

Received some training, but only for self-protection.

"Don't worry, your salaries are the same, and there are benefits and subsidies for going out to work, but the price is different in different regions, and the company's finance will contact you for specific details."

Gao Jun crossed his hands and looked at everyone with a gentle expression, "Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir!" said in unison.

Boss Gao nodded in satisfaction, looked at his watch, "When can you go to work?"

Boris: "Anytime."

"very good."

Capitalists like such employees.

"Go and rest first, and I'll tell you after I get in touch with the company, Scottis." He shouted towards the door.

The Soviet guy standing outside turned his head when he heard the voice, opened the door and came in, "Sir, are you calling me?"

"Take them to rest."

"Okay." Scotis looked at it, "follow me, please."

Boris and others stood up and followed him.

Only Gao Jun and Tonikov were left in the compartment.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a big gulp, exhaled, and shook his head, "What do you think of Varina?"

"She is highly rated internally, saying that she is the Margarita Koniekova of the new era."

Gao Jun raised his head in surprise, "Are you kidding me?"

"Politicians like to joke, they can call a piece of shit a savior..."

Margarita Konekova was a Soviet spy.During World War II, in order to obtain the secrets of the U.S. atomic bomb, Koniekova successfully infiltrated the small circle of senior scholars at Princeton University, and more importantly, Einstein, a great physicist who had passed sixty years, also worshiped under her pomegranate skirt.

"I want to open an intelligence service under the barbarian service, and there needs to be one person in charge."

Information can also make money, okay?

Of course, this kind is not sold to black dogs. If the blacks want any information, just rush over there. Anyway, they can't understand the compass. Even if you let them charge, maybe they can give you a crawl!
If the intelligence can be updated faster than the CIA, CIA, and Mossad, wouldn't it be...the military has to ask you to buy it?

Just thinking about it is exciting.

However, there is too much to pay, money and energy, but even small-scale development is good, and there is no harm, such as provoking internal riots among African warlords in the later stage, so that they can sell weapons by themselves.

"Valena?"

"Of course not. Any promotion will give priority to the elderly. This is my principle and my promise to you." Gao Jun said with a smile.

He doesn't want to split the company due to certain problems. Now that the company is still small, he can still control the master, but what if one day the number of employees exceeds thousands or even tens of thousands?

To promote talent only is a way of breaking the boat.

Tonikov looked at the boss, and the two looked at each other.

"Okay, let's contact Taylor and ask him to help arrange them. I'll go to the airport to have a look. We'll try to set off at night. The situation has gotten worse recently."

As Gao Jun said, he picked up half a bottle of unfinished mineral water and walked outside. A gust of wind made him tighten his collar.

At the airport, he saw the refitted An-12, which was painted white and painted with a red cross. It looked very kawaii, and he could see the logistics staff in heavy clothes drying with a dryer.

"Balshak," he called.

The four-eyed boy who was yawning in the distance turned his head, let go of his holding hands, and trotted over. His eyes were scarlet, "Boss."

"Thank you for your hard work, did you not rest this night?"

"I have to watch, it's okay."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, very satisfied with their efficiency, which fully explained the truth, as long as the money is in place, it can't be easier to refurbish an aircraft.

Money can iron out all the wrinkles in life!
"Can you take off on time at night?"

"Yes, the application for the route has been completed, but according to the news, due to the recent war, the airspace of Kuwait and Iraq has been blocked."

"When did it happen?" Gao Jun frowned and asked.

"12 o'clock in the morning."

"Fuck!" Gao Jun cursed, if this is banned, where will my plane stop?desert?

No, no, you have to contact the US military.

Hope to be allowed and air protected.

If it comes to Saudi Arabia, it will be more dangerous on the ground if it is transported there.

"Arrange the crew and logistics personnel, and take the flight at night. First, apply for a route to Saudi Arabia. I have to make a phone call. Damn it, those short-sighted pilots will definitely shoot me down." Gao Jun watched Eye safety 12, cursing and rushing back to the dormitory.

Pushing open the door, without closing it, he hurriedly picked up the phone and found the person in charge of the US Department of Defense.

At this time, it was still afternoon in the United States.

When the call came, someone answered it very quickly. When Gao Jun made his request, the other party said casually, "Sorry, Yuri, I'm afraid there is no way to do it."

"Why? General Ross."

"I can't guarantee your safety, you know, missiles don't have eyes."

Gao Jun was about to continue talking, when the other party said, "OK, OK, uh, Mr. Yuri, I have something to do, by the way, please pay attention to the concept of time, don't be late." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone .

The angry Gao Jun's nose is crooked.

What are you!
The Pentagon really lives in shit.

Of course, this is also because small arms dealers have no human rights. With 1600 bazookas, they send fighters to protect you?

It's ridiculous...

This amount of money may not be enough for fuel.

If it is replaced by a large arms dealer, forget it, they already have fighter jets.

Gao Jun threw his mobile phone on the sofa, picked up the cigarette on the tea table, put one in his mouth, put one hand on his hip, opened his blocked nostril, frowned, thinking about how to be safe.

Down to Saudi Arabia?

Then contact Rabe and ask him to organize the transport of manpower?Give him some more money?
But most importantly, will Saudi Arabia let you land?
Being a boss is all about thinking.

Think it's really easy to make some money?

Nuonuo, my hair is going to be gray.

Just when his head was about to explode, he thought of a name: Moersey, the member of the royal family. After hesitating for a moment, he still called the other party.

"Hello, Mr. Mooresey, good morning."

……

Half an hour later, Commander Gao breathed a sigh of relief.

Moersey agreed to his request, but there was also a request, which was to transport the Saudi weapons along with it.

That's right!

The army asked an arms dealer to help with the transportation, without giving a reason, but it was clear that Moersey couldn't tell.

Naturally, Gao Jun would not refuse, so he made a decision.

After hanging up here, I contacted Rabe again.

Anyway, for nearly an hour and a half in the morning, I huddled in the room and made a phone call.

My throat said smoke.

After arranging everything, he lay on the sofa and fell asleep drowsily.

……

　ps: Continuing at night, this one is...too dry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)