My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 125 Battle Zone Review?

"Tell me, if I throw a grenade at this time, does it count as a terrorist attack?" Gao Jun turned to look at Tony and asked.

"Maybe, as long as you don't admit it like those fools, and you run fast, there is no monitoring here."

"You're right."

Gao Jun shrugged his shoulders. No matter how upset he was, he knew he couldn't just turn around and leave. He still had a little luck in his heart. Maybe people would pay for this begging in the name of religion?

Clenched his fist and knocked on the trim panel, took out the sunglasses from the inside and put them on, swiped his right index finger, opened the car door and got out of the car, looked left and right, Boris and others followed with AKM in hand.

Standing next to the banner over there was a tall, thin white man, dressed very plainly, with a cross hanging on his face, his eyes were sincere, and his face was full of smiles. There is a small fleshy ball under the right eye corner.

"Mr. Yuri? Welcome!" The other party held his hand very excitedly, and even kissed the back of his hand passionately.

Being kissed by a big man like this, Boss Gao's toes were a little itchy, he almost lifted it up and gave him a jio, but he held back, and pulled it out with a stiff face.

"My name is John, a representative of the Senegalese International Organization, a member of the West African Peace Organization, and a member of the Vatican soldiers..." The other party began to introduce himself in a chattering manner, talking nonsense.

Gao Jun couldn't stand listening anymore, he raised his hand and asked straightforwardly, "Will you give me the money?"

"???" John was taken aback, his face showed awkwardness, but he quickly calmed down, "We have an international fund."

"As long as you give money, God won't take it by force under the banner of faith, right? I don't want to be his creditor. As long as I give you money, I will maintain your peace. What do you need? Soviet or American I can get all kinds of weapons, the quantity is large and cheap, and they are all the latest products..." Gao Jun said bluntly with his arms akimbo, fixed his eyes on John's expression, and found that the other party frowned, and then stopped abruptly, And a very considerate question.

"Is the budget insufficient?"

"If you really want it, I can also lower the price."

John said awkwardly, "We have very little campaign funds..."

"How many?" Gao Jun asked curiously.

"Our activities in Senegal cost US$3 per year, which is our living expenses and activity funds."

Gao Jun felt a chill in his heart!
3 US dollars, so many people, eat shit and get a meal, afraid that others will eat too much and you will be hungry.

"How many of you are the international organizations?"

"Yes."

After seeing Gao Jun's expression gradually becoming impatient, John was startled and said quickly, "Mr. Yuri, we need a batch of weapons to protect the refugees here."

"I'm busy, you're kidding me, Mr. John." Gao Jun pointed at the other person's chest, and said word by word, "If I didn't look at Jesus' face, I would shoot you right now."

The opponent was poked in the chest and took a few steps back.

"Do you know you're wasting my time?"

"Mr. Yuri, you can sponsor peace," John said loudly.

"No money, what kind of sponsorship are you talking about with me, you're out of your mind." Gao Jun walked back cursing, looked at his hands, and said to Tonikov and the others, "Damn it, I met an idiot."

Watching him get into the car, the organization members standing behind leaned over and asked, "John, what should I do?"

"I don't know." He smiled wryly and spread his hands, "Our phone number has been publicized for a long time. This is God's suffering for us, but he heard our prayers, and Mr. Yuri is the messenger sent , I’ll go find him again in two days, and he will definitely obey the Lord’s arrangement.”

John said firmly.

……

As soon as Gao Jun got into the car, he couldn't help calling Taylor a satellite phone. He almost cursed, but he held back, "Dude, what I need now is money, not Jesus, I hate the Salvation Army!"

"Huh?" Taylor on the other end was stunned, but he also understood that the buyers he was looking for were a group of "Holy Mothers".

In the arms industry, the Salvation Army is known as: "The Beggars!"

You can tell what it means just by hearing the name, with a strong sense of irony.

"Contact other buyers again, I'm also looking locally, remember, don't waste my time!" Gao Jun angrily pressed the phone and threw it back, Boris hurriedly reached out to take it.

"Find a hotel, and then find a local broker. No, first ask them how much they want. I don't want to be killed like a pig."

Bancroft spread out the map in his hand, "The closest hotel to the airport is St. Louis, Senegal, only about 3 kilometers away. The safety factor is the highest in Dakar. Many foreigners will live there. A security team of about 20 was employed…”

"Very complete information." Gao Jun glanced at him from the rearview mirror and said.

"GRU's information, but it has been more than half a year, it would be great if it could be updated in real time." Bancroft said casually.

Live Update?

The white dove in Gao Jun's mind was caught in an instant!
if…

It is said that if there is a report for arms dealers and other warmongers, it is best to clearly record the list of warlords in the theater, as well as their ability to pay and credit!

It's similar to The War Zone Forbes list.

Of course, if the price updated in real time is better, it’s not too much to charge yourself a handling fee, right?

And a civilian version is also available!

Is Tinder just making the military version?of course not!

The folks are the most profitable.

The group of idiots who sit in the office but yearn for war are the high-spending group.

Of course, these are all generalizations and ideas at present.

Insufficient funds, undecided actors, no script yet!

At the very least, it will take a lot of manpower, material resources and energy to get a war zone in West Africa alone.

Abandon fantasy…

Make good money!

In Gao Jun's reverie, the Senegal St. Louis Hotel arrived, surrounded by walls, and even set up a no-parking zone within 30 meters of the surrounding area, which means that if you want to get close, you must park inside or die far away.

When the Gaojun vehicles drove in, the armed security personnel at the door came to check. I have to say that their equipment was pretty good. Apart from the daily standard caps and combat jeans common to European and American mercenaries, they also held FMK Mod 2 submachine guns!
该枪为阿根廷的一种军用制式武器，最初称为PA3，表示多明戈-马特制造厂。它在20世纪70年代初取代了PA2，后者是美国M3A1的仿制型号。

The gun is also available in a wooden stock version. The FMK gun is reliable, well balanced and easy to shoot with one hand.

Argentine weapons…

Make do with it!

But the most attractive thing was that Gao Jun saw a Steyr-Mannlicher SSG-69 sniper rifle from one of them, which was very long and had a strong smell.

"Welcome, Mr. Yuri, but the use of weapons is prohibited inside." The security guard handed back his identification to him, pointing to the rifles in the hands of Tonikov and Boris.

"Then do you want to keep it?" Gao Jun asked with a frown. In this kind of place, he would rather sleep on the street than hand over the weapon to others for safekeeping.

"No, no, no, we don't have this right. I just remind you to keep your weapons safe."

"Don't worry, my AKM listens to me better than my wife. If I don't pull the trigger, it won't bark." Boris stretched his head and said.

The security guard smiled and motioned for them to go in.

"I can sleep well tonight."

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　ps: Today's National Day, I went out to catch crabs, I was exhausted, happy National Day everyone, I have a girlfriend to coax, ahem, these two days will definitely explode!

　　
　
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