My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 161 The lion is sleepy.

October 1991, 2!
It is a very ordinary day for ordinary people, but for more than 200 countries around the world, it is a day of dumbfounding.

The Lion of Babylon has fallen! ! ! ! !
"How many days has it been? Surrendered?"

Bancroft's loud voice filled the factory, and he couldn't believe it.

Yevgeny shrugged, feeling helpless, "They hit the mainland directly, and they couldn't support it at all."

"It's a lunatic, but not an idiot." Gao Jun had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, holding a military hot food with Russian written on it, squinting his eyes, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "God sees that even 7.62 calibers have to be Surrender, do you still long for a lion to learn to resist?"

Scottis nodded, "I think so too, the boss is right."

"What we have to do now is to rush to the battlefield. The U.S. military is leaving now. There must be a lot of weapons that cannot be brought back. The freight on the plane is enough for the Pentagon to re-bid." Gao Jun paused and turned his palms Come here, feel the hot food with the back of your hand, and slowly say, "We want what the Yankees don't want! Bringing it to the African battlefield is another good income."

What is the difference between an arms dealer and a second-hand dealer?
In the end, it's all about getting money.

"It's not hot yet? I put some sanitary napkins on my butt, and I'm going to get prickly heat." Gao Jun cursed, pried open the box, looked at it, poked it with his finger, put it in his mouth and tasted it, frowning , raised his head, "Where did you talk?"

"Prickly heat." Boris answered next to him.

"Fuck you." Gao Jun rolled his eyes, "What is the most important way to make money? Who can run fast? Now that there is such a big pile of shit, dogs all over the world can smell it, and I can smell it too. In general, go up and lick it, and pack it up and go home, but here we can't break the connection with Cambesto..."

He said, looking at Scotis, then at Yevgeny, Tonikov...

Finally, he looked at Scottis, who had a sloppy beard and tired eyes, but when the boss looked over, he still looked at him firmly.

"You stay here, connect those bastards with the French, and I'll give you an extra $140 a day until I come back."

"Okay, what should I do? Or, what should I pay attention to?"

"Just don't let people sell it. These people are very cunning. If they ask you to sign any treaty or cooperation agreement, just shirk it and wait for me."

Gao Jun seemed to have seen that after he left, those people tried their best to get more benefits.

Wait for yourself next time!

It's not that simple.

Scotis nodded half-understood, and the tension on his face couldn't be concealed. Is he alone?
Just like Ruen.

who am I?
What am I going to do?
What do I need to do?
Scottis' nervous hands and feet were a little sweaty.

Gao Jun also noticed it. He patted the other party's shoulder and said with a smile, "We are prey, but we are also hunters. Violence and chaos under the rules are allowed in Africa. You can try to contact other armed forces. Molecules, arms dealers don’t sign exclusive agreements.”

Who is it not to sell to?

……

3 month 2 day.

sunny.

Dakar International Airport.

Mr. Leonid, the head of Tsarist Team’s logistics department of Tinder Company, and acting security officer of the 12th aircraft, walked out of the cockpit with a headset and looked at Yevgeny, “Sir, you have to put on your seat belt.”

"Did you throw me away?" Yevgeny said with a smile, but before he finished speaking, he felt the plane shake suddenly. Before he was ready, he almost flew out. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Grab the seat belt straight away, or fly.

"Walter, Falk!" Yevgeny shouted in embarrassment.

Leonid shrugged, "I told you, sir, our pilot is mentally unstable...Russians, there are always a few days." He smiled, and then saw the boss walking on the plane, and asked quickly, "Boss, is it possible to take off?"

Gao Jun nodded and asked in surprise, "Why did the plane move just now?"

"Perhaps, the driver forgot to apply the handbrake." Yevgeny muttered beside him. Leonid coughed and explained quickly, "It was just a test."

Boss Gao didn't ask any further questions, but nodded, found a good seat and sat down, and then watched the cabin door slowly close. The cabin was originally dark, but he turned on the lights at once, and it became much brighter in an instant.

The plane began to taxi, and then went straight into the sky.

Scraps of Iraq!
Your emperor has come.

It takes about ten hours from West Africa to Iraq. Of course, there is no way for An-12 to arrive directly, and it has to be refueled on the way.

Anyway, de Gaulle has the final say on everything in West Africa. If you give some money, it’s just a name. Anyway, France doesn’t check it. Do you think that De Gaulle didn’t have any other side jobs?

Boss Gao has heard that this guy's relatives have properties in various countries in West Africa under his name, with a net worth of at least over ten million.

Salary alone is not the only thing.

Especially Europe and America!
That kind of capitalist country is extremely corrupt!
Gao Jun wants to despise.

"Next time you have an investment, remember to bring me..."

(End of this chapter)