Chapter 17: : I want you to touch my goods!

Tang Dao finally understood the pain of doing business.

There are tens of thousands of businessmen in the world, and it is possible that the number of people who get mixed up is only a slap in the face. The main reason is that there are so many poor ghosts!

There are more spectators than actual buyers, and up to now, they have only sold for less than 20,000 US dollars.

On the other hand, there is a Frenchman selling groceries on the opposite side, and the business is good.

What kind of diapers, canned beef, and even newspapers such as "Playboy" and "Attic" are sold. Compared with weapons, these may be the consolation for mercenaries. Tang Dao is angry and sells arms It is better to engage in X.

In the evening, looking at the sunset glow in the sky, it was about seven o'clock, and the flow of people in the gymnasium was much less. Tang Dao stood up from the ground with his legs propped up, stomped his numb feet, and hit the side with his mouth open. The snoring Osborne kicked his foot, but he didn't know what dream the other party was having, so he shivered and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Close the stall."

"Oh, good." Osborne rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, pushed Witt, the co-pilot, and shouted in the other's ear, "Get up and pee!"

Almost didn't scare Witt, and when the soul came back, he was going to **** him.

"Okay, stop making trouble, finish it quickly, let's find a place to stay." Tang Dao frowned and raised his voice, and the two began to move the goods cursing, but they still stared at each other.

Ten minutes later, the armored vehicle drove out of the Tutt Gymnasium. At the door, it stopped for a while, stretched out a hand from the window, held a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to a black woman in a white shirt. A hand tore the invoice, and grinned, his teeth seemed to be touched with bleach, "Welcome to come again next time, sir."

Tang Dao took the invoice and looked at it casually. The English was like a tadpole. It made people's brain hurt. He rolled it up and threw it out of the car. Roll over...

"This place doesn't shit, and there are quite a lot of rules." Job squatted behind the armored car, huddled with the weapon, and clutched the sides tightly, fearing that this guy Osborne would brake again, and he would be left behind. Half of his face was swollen.

"Of course there are rules for earning money. This market can at least earn four to five million yuan a day." Witt's head also popped out from behind, and this opening made Tang Dao's ears stand up. Woke up.

Four or five million?

"Are you talking about rubles?" Job laughed dryly, but he himself laughed a few times like Donald Duck, and found that no one was catering to him, so he lowered his head and held back his voice in embarrassment, but there was still something in his throat. There was an ending sound.

"I just heard about it."

Witt changed legs and squatted a little numbly, "We are playing games, and others make regulations. Of course, this will make you more money. Do you know why many countries write arms sales into laws? Because, you mobilize their interests."

There is some truth to this statement.

The United States is the vanguard of combating arms crimes, but they also account for four-sevenths of the world's arms business!

From high-tech weapons to battlefield landmines, they have production, and no one is allowed to intervene, because monopoly is the most shameless business.

Tang Dao turned his body half sideways, and was about to speak, when a sudden huge impact sent his half of his **** flying, and his body almost flew out, but because his other hand was grabbing the handle, he grabbed it abruptly.

When the BTR-40 passed by an alley, a jeep rushed out of the alley and hit a point on the right rear side of the armored vehicle, almost overturning it. , and paused again.

"action!"

Three vigorous figures jumped out of the jeep, one of them was holding an RP-46 machine gun, stuck the **** on the pelvis, pulled the handle with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and fired at the side of the armored vehicle!

beep beep beep beep...

The 7.62mm bullet occasionally ricocheted when it hit it, and sparks appeared everywhere.

"Come closer!" After the machine gunner ran out of bullets, one of them was wearing a dark green mask with a skull painted on it. He was holding a 33E automatic gun produced by the German company Heckler-Koch. Rifle, vigilantly approaching slowly from three different directions, the people inside are definitely not dead!

Lao Maozi's BTR-40 is not so crispy.

But apart from the sound of breathing, even the sound of footsteps was faint.

A white man wearing a peaked cap and a dark gray combat uniform squatted down and pulled the driver's door from below. As soon as he put his hand on it, the door suddenly opened.

boom!

There was a clear and clear sound, hitting the head, the white man fell back and sat on the ground without standing firmly on his feet, which shocked everyone, but after reacting, he raised his hand and was ready to shoot at the car door. A black object fell out of it and rolled on the ground.

"Grenade!"

This is an anti-1 type grenade, with 60g of TNT explosives wrapped in the body, and the effective killing radius is 30 meters!

After the grenade was thrown out, the car door closed again. With the sound of closing the door, a dull explosion shock wave tested the BTR-40, and the shrapnel left scars on the armor.

"Bang... bang, bang!"

The co-driver's door was "hit" by the shock wave and dented. After several consecutive iron sounds, the door was finally kicked open from the inside. Tang Dao crawled out with blood on his face, and the liquid got into his eye sockets, making the world all red. Trembling slightly, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and scanned the surroundings through the bottom of the car with straight eyes.

"Boom, boom, boom." Only the sound of the beating heart was very rapid.

Attacked!

But can I still have enemies in Namibia?

Tang Dao's brain was almost blank. He was holding a Makarov pistol in his hand. At a distance of three meters away, a white man struggled to get up. Tang Dao forced himself to calm down. He couldn't die here. Put the trigger on...

He has fired a gun, UU reading www.uukanshu.com used to shoot a few rounds at the shooting range when he was studying in the United States, but it was facing the target. Now he is a living person, his fingers are trembling, but he firmly presses the trigger , A bullet hit the opponent's shoulder.

"Aww... Geer, save me!" The white man shouted heart-piercingly, but the next second, a bullet hit his neck, and he suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth, trying to cover the wound with his hand, but the blood flowed from the wound. He escaped through the gap and fell to the ground dead.

At this time, Osborne also got out. He was lucky, only his cheeks were bruised, and he looked around angrily, but he kept his mouth shut. First, he cleaned the battlefield and returned guns to the corpses, but he also found a living victim. , pulled the other party's collar, like dragging a dead dog, and dragged it in front of Tang Dao, "There is still a living."

Tang Dao supported the armored vehicle tires and stood up, feeling sore all over his body, frowned, and pulled down the other party's mask, revealing his face, his right eye was swollen, his front teeth were lost, and his left calf was blown away.

"Boss, I saw this in the market, isn't it right next to our booth?" Osborne suddenly raised his head and said.

"How dare you mess with me?"

Tang Dao's mouth was full of sky, and he gritted his teeth. He understood that the other party must see him as only a few people, and wanted to make a vote, and regarded himself as a soft persimmon?

He grabbed the opponent's hair, and with a forceful arm, he slammed into the side of the armored vehicle. He didn't keep his hand, and a hole came out of his head.

"Want my goods?" Tang Dao opened his eyes wide and looked at the other party. The latter's eyes were full of pleading, but even the strength to beg for mercy was very weak.

"I want you to touch my stuff!" With his right hand, he grabbed the opponent's neck and roared ferociously, using all his strength!

"Ahem..."

This West Asian man's face was flushed, his eyeballs protruded, he kicked his legs, and twitched his eyes. In the end, he didn't struggle.

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