My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 129 Is Civilization Really Civilized?
Besley laughed loudly, leaned back, leaned tightly on the chair whose cotton wool was exposed, put his feet on the gaming table, and spread his right hand.

"What kind of business can you do with me? My black market can sell more than 30 CFA francs every day. If you want to do business here, yes, I will charge a 45% tax!"

His eyes were shining brightly, "Besley tax!"

30 CFA francs is about 800 US dollars, which is already a very high income, so when the black slave seller asked for an additional 200 US dollars, he knew that he took Gao Jun as a fool.

45% tax?

A robber is not necessarily a black dog, but a black dog must be a robber!
Gao Jun cursed inwardly, he would give the opponent a shot if he really wanted to go up, but the two bodyguards standing behind Besley were holding AK47 and staring at him.

Although there is no difference between a black man with a gun and an orangutan with a gun, at least people can understand where the gun is facing.

If Gao Jun has any intentions.

so close...

Let's just say he has only one skull.

"Mr. Besley, I'm an arms dealer..." Gao Jun pondered for a while before continuing.

"NONONO! Africa doesn't need spears. If you want to do business, either do what I say, or go tell God." Besley pointed to a drawing on the wall, on which spears were already hung.

The other party's tone was full of... arrogance?
This made Gao Jun very puzzled.

What the fuck is it about being in Dakar that makes you feel like you've seen the whole world?

Just because your brother-in-law is the leader of the Sherer movement?

Uh... that is also an armed force relatively close to the government army, with about 2000 people. Just like the civil strife in many countries, there are rebels and pro-government armed forces.

This is called standing in line.

If it weren't for someone behind him, could someone like Besley open a black market in Dakar?And the business is not bad?
In any place, people and relationships are all about.

Do you think gringos don't open the back door?

Everyone's front door is open!

Those who eat meat are a minority. If you can drink soup, you have already crossed the class. For example, in Africa, if you have money and lead a group of people to rebel and survive for a period of time without being wiped out, you have crossed the class. up.

So, did civilization really liberate mankind?

Gao Jun's expression was not very good either, "Since Mr. Besley doesn't want to earn the 20 CFA francs, then I won't force him." Then he turned and prepared to leave.

But until Besley walked out the door, he didn't hear the word "wait" in his calculation, and he could even feel the disdainful eyes of the other party.

Gao Jun is also a face-saving person, so he can't walk back in a disheveled manner, and walk out of the room with a dark face.

"Boss, 20 CFA francs, is this money really not profitable?" The horse beside him swallowed his saliva and said greedily.

Besley squinted and sneered, "An Asian came to Africa to do business? He only brought so many people around, how much energy do you think they have? I think he even sold us some World War II weapons as if we were idiots." , even a flintlock."

This kind of thing really happened.

During the civil war in Chad, a group of Italians negotiated the price with a group of local aboriginals and bought them with diamonds. However, when they were transported, they were weapons from World War I and World War II, and they were so rusty.

At that time, the group of natives nailed the Italians to the pillars. Do you think black people are really easy to bully?
"Actually, I know this Asian. My eyeliner at the Dakar airport told me that there is an An-12 transport plane parked there, and the owner is this Yuri." Besley said.

"Then... he should really be here to do business, shouldn't he be introduced to General Davas?"

"Wisdom" flashed in Besley's eyes, looking at his horse boy, "Introduce to Darvas? Then we can only get 20 CFA francs, but if we kidnap him! Ask for ransom, we can get a few Bills of one hundred thousand dollars or even millions of dollars, and a big plane!"

This is his purpose.

Those who deliberately didn't want to do business with Gao Jun had already made up their minds and wanted to get cash from him.

He still clearly distinguishes between 20 CFA francs and hundreds of thousands of dollars. You think he is stupid, but he is smarter than anyone else.

The brother-in-law's business belongs to the brother-in-law, not him.

Kidnap business, but own.

It's perfectly normal to occasionally play a cameo as a kidnapper.

Don't French men show their strength occasionally?
Hearing Besley's plan, Ma Zai praised the other party's cleverness, but the boss is different.

Best said very proudly, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You take people there at night..."

……

Walking out of the room, he saw Tony and the others looking over, Gao Jun nodded slightly, "Go, go out and talk."

As soon as the group reached the door, they heard screams, and saw the black slave trader opening the cage, taking out the "goods", and vigorously introducing them to the buyer standing next to him.

He glanced at it and then took it back.

As soon as I walked out of the church, I heard a screeching sound of tires sliding on the ground. Following the sound, I saw a Nissan car rushing from the corner, and then slammed into the wall next to it. Closely following a car, a black man leaned forward, holding a submachine gun and aimed at Nissan.

"Be careful!" Boris hurriedly pulled Gao Jun to hide under the steps, and five people came down from Nissan, and a group of people shot at each other in the street at the door.

Bullets whizzed past his head in the dark night.

The security personnel who heard the gunshots quickly closed the door of the church. No matter how arrogant Besley was, he would not go out at this time. Let them say, save me and stop beating.

In the dark night, you can see the sparks at the muzzle of the gun.

"Go this way." Evgeny patted Boris on the shoulder, and flicked his thumb to the side, indicating that the corner next to him was safe.

In Africa, it is easy to encounter gun battles.

You have to be ready to explode whenever you want.

So, don't just stay where you are and wait for help.

It is possible that the rescuers are fighting!

"I'll go ahead first." Bancroft volunteered to hold a weapon ten meters away.

This made Gao Jun more concerned about the communication system.

In the future, my own "barbarian" business will also be done here, and I must give my people the best service logistics, or else...

Dead, how expensive is the pension?

Regular mercenary companies have pensions, but temporary workers do not. What does this mean?
Compile!Brothers, compiling is very important!

There were no street lights in Dakar at night. Under the protection of Tony and others, Gao Jun tried his best to move towards a safe area. The sky began to rain lightly, which made Dakar at night even more gloomy.

"Dear God, look at us, see how we miss you..." A sighing voice came from the nearby ruins. Gao Jun looked over and saw an old man wrapped in a cloth pulling Ke Laqin sang sadly.

maybe…

In their hearts, only heaven is the most beautiful home.

Some people can't live without this bird place all their lives.

"Stop!" Tony suddenly lowered his voice, and several people stopped, and saw Bancroft squatting behind a ruin in front of him, looking forward, a beam of light came over, and it happened to clearly shine on that place. The old man who sings.

The instrument in the opponent's hand paused, and he raised his head. Gao Jun could see clearly from the alley beside him. The old man's wrinkles were also full of helplessness, and there was hesitation, loss and relief in his eyes.

Chu Chu Chu!
A shuttle bullet came over and killed him directly.

A pickup truck passed by quickly, with a searchlight behind it, and instead of heading towards Gao Jun, it turned a corner and headed to another place, because there was also a figure seen there.

"Government forces..." Evgeny said.

Gao Jun wiped his face, his eyes twitching.

"TMD! This business is really hard to do!"

All of them are crazy.

Kill, kill, kill!
Savage inferiors!

"Boss, there is a factory building over there, we can go there to hide from the rain."

Seeing that the rain is getting heavier, it is impossible for the government army and the rebels to fight. At night, people have to rest, not to mention that the orangutans do not work when it rains.

They had just entered the factory, and it was pitch black.

Yevgeny suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

……

　ps: Damn it, the system crashed, I installed the system, and the result... all the manuscripts in Orange Guazi are gone! ! ! ! !Fuck, late update, sorry.

　　
　
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