My Arms Dealer Career

In Dakar at two o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was a bit gloomy with light rain.

Gao Jun stood on the steps, took a deep breath, and exhaled, smelling of alcohol.

He took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, couldn't hold it firmly, dropped it on the ground, bent over to pick it up, and made a dragging sound of "Hey~", blew a few breaths on the filter, wiped it, and put it back in his mouth on the mouth.

According to the three-second principle, bacteria have no time to penetrate at this time.

The cigarette was facing the sky at 45°, and he reached out to touch his pocket, but he couldn't find the lighter. Tonikov, who was next to him, took it out with great eyesight, and leaned over to light it.

Gao Jun glanced at him, tilted his face, and shielded himself from the wind with his hands.

"Bring the car over here."

Tony nodded and ran down the steps in the light rain.

Boss Gao held the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, and smoked it vigorously, thinking about Cambesto's request in his mind.

"Eight thousand individual weapons, two armed pickups, three hell cannons, one hundred thousand dollars." Cambesto, who was a little drunk at the time, held Gao Jun's shoulder with one hand, "Can you handle it for me?"

Can Gao Jun say no?

The barbarism of the black dog has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the other party doesn't seem to be discussing with him, but it seems to be giving orders.

But he also knows how difficult it is, so he didn't set a time limit, but just hoped that he could finish it within three months.

"You're really fucking stingy, but if your dad had less money back then, you wouldn't have you!" Standing on this step, with no one around, swearing in dialect, if there are people around who can understand, That's the real hell.

Tony drove a white SUV over. Gao Jun walked down the steps, got in the car, and looked behind him. People in two military pickups followed behind.

This is Cambesto's guard.

Nickname: Panthère sauvage, which is French, the translation is: wild leopard.

All staff are equipped with AK47, of course, this kind of rotten stuff is not introduced, Gao Jun saw the "Wasp" 58 type 70mm rocket launcher equipped by the other party!
This is a portable anti-armor weapon developed by the French ground weapons industry group. It was developed in 1989 and mass-produced at the end of the same year.The rocket launcher can be used to deal with armored combat vehicles, destroy field fortifications and military facilities, and is suitable for infantry rapid assault units and airborne troops. It can also be equipped on helicopters and used in operations behind the enemy.

It must have been a batch of weapons that Nubia got when it accepted French sponsorship, and then gave it to the Sherer tribe, which shows how much Nubia values ​​Cambesto.

However, betraying the eldest brother is the trend, how can the second child be the boss?
Gao Jun looked at the "Wasp" Type 58 70mm rocket launcher on the top of the pickup truck, and suddenly said, "It's a pity."

This confused Tony who was driving. He glanced at the boss, wondering what he meant.

"If this thing is sent to the Middle East, it will be at least this number." Boss Gao gestured at the number, his eyes shone shrewdly, and his fingers shook his beard, "You said you would exchange two RPGs for one, would they change it? ?”

"The price of RPG on the black market in West Africa is 900 US dollars, and the price of shells is 200 US dollars..." Tony was afraid that the boss would be overwhelmed.

"The price is so high?" Gao Jun's eyebrows twitched, "When did it rise so fast?"

"There is a war in Côte d'Ivoire, and the generals are getting fired up. Last time I went to the black market in Besley, it only cost 600 US dollars."…

Gao Jun frowned, "It's rising so fast..."

In this way, the two RPG exchange plan will definitely not be implemented, which will result in a loss.

Gao Jun can eat anything, but he can't suffer, but the Frenchman's bazooka is too drooling.

Can you find a way on these guards?
You have to work hard!
Gao Jun pressed this matter into his mind, picked up the satellite phone and called Taylor in San Francisco.

...

In a small apartment in the Chinese community in San Francisco.

Taylor was lying beside the child's bed with a toy book, and said softly, "A dwarf said: "Someone ate my bun. ’ said the other dwarf, ‘someone has drunk the water from my little cup. ’ Then the seven dwarfs went to bed. But one of the dwarfs said, ‘Someone is sleeping in my little bed. The seven dwarfs all came to see Snow White who was sleeping on the dwarfs' bed. They said, "She is so beautiful." "

Taylor was telling fairy tales to the child, and then he heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head and saw his wife came in, walked over, looked at the sleeping child, kissed him, and whispered, "You can go rest."

Tyler hugged his wife and rested his head on her stomach, feeling the birth of a new life.

That's right...

Her wife is pregnant again.

"What do you think of her name being Marlene?" Taylor asked softly.

"Maybe it's a boy?"

"No, it must be a girl, I like daughters."

The wife smiled and stroked her husband's sideburns, her eyes flashed with longing for life, and when they were enjoying the rare quiet, they heard the phone call from the living room.

Taylor looked at his wife helplessly, and kissed, "It looks like I have to work again."

"Life is always a struggle, and God will always favor those who work hard."

Taylor looked at his wife who looked like a devout believer, smiled and walked out of the room, then picked up the dark green satellite phone on the coffee table, answered it, "Hello."

"Boss!" With a relaxed expression, he sat on the sofa and said, "How are you? We haven't contacted for several days, and we are very worried."

"Don't worry, I'm safe!" Gao Jun was sitting in the car, just at an intersection, just in time to see dozens of protesters not far away shouting for Cambesto to step down!

There are police in Dakar, they are trying to persuade the crowd to leave, and there is also the army, they are not in such a good mood, when seeing the crowd of protesters growing, the leader of the team was obviously impatient, and directly ordered to shoot!
then…

A massacre is at hand.

Those protesters fled in panic, but you are being targeted by these mobs, do you still want to run away?

How can it be!

Gao Jun's expression was a bit gloomy, "It's just that people here are not very polite, they prefer to use violence."

Taylor on the opposite side also obviously heard the gunshots, but seeing that the boss's tone did not fluctuate, he was smart enough to know that it was not aimed at him. He pondered for a while, and was about to speak, when the boss continued, "But violence can make you rich, I don't care Whether the bullets were fired at civilians or soldiers, all I know is that my account will rise with the sound of the gunshots. Okay, let’s get down to business. I got an order, and the damn Grandet is only willing to use $[-]. I want to buy [-] individual weapons."

"It's just not going to happen..." Taylor said.

"It can be done. You can find a way to contact anyone in Africa who sells weapons from World War II. It's better to be cheaper. As long as it's cheap, don't use power. Do you understand?"

"Weapons from World War II?"

"Yes, you heard me right, find a weapon bigger than his grandma, and then go kill people, should I give them M16? I don't have that much patience with a budget of [-] dollars." Gao Jun said.

Taylor thought for a moment, "I will get in touch, the weapons of World War II should be fine, leave them to me."

Hearing the other party's determined tone, Gao Jun finally showed a satisfied smile on his face, "Dude, it's really a pleasure working with you."

At least everyone has the same three views.

This is comfortable!