Chapter 23: : Nun Russ Down's law

"Osborne, put some oil on the gun." Tang Dao threw the gun cleaning cloth on the ground with a look of disgust. This Armalite AR-18 automatic rifle has not been maintained for a long time, and the barrel inside is rusted. No wonder it is called "the poor man's M16". Even the system said that this is a second-grade product, and the maintenance is not up to standard. It is recommended that the recycling price should not exceed 70 US dollars...

Osborn took the gun, sniffed it, shivered, and pretended to vomit, "Is this soaked in shit?"

"Stop complaining." Tang Dao pushed him, and looked at the mercenary in front of him. The latter was so embarrassed that his face flushed. This weapon can be used like this, and it is indeed a talent. At least it hasn't exploded yet. no.

The British pouted, lowered his head, and vented all his grievances on the barrel of the gun. With this speed, the barrel of the gun sparkled.

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Barcelo, who was wiping the cover, heard someone at the door, looked up in a daze, and saw a team member trotting over with a walkie-talkie in his hand, "Commander."

Barcelo hurriedly wiped his hands on the overalls, took it over, covered his ears with his right hand, and found a place to mutter.

Tang Dao looked at the walkie-talkie enviously in the back. Now in the early 1990s, the most famous one was Motorola, but the lightest one was 250g, but what he needed was a base station. In a backward country like Namibia, it was definitely not possible. There may be base stations, so most of them, including combat troops, still use walkie-talkies.

Of course, there are also people who use saber walkie-talkies. During the Gulf War, the U.S. military used this kind of walkie-talkie. Military use is at least two generations ahead of civilian use. The monopoly of technology makes it not cheap. One set costs at least a thousand dollars. For two and a half days without eating or drinking, ordinary mercenaries really couldn't afford it.

Even with a daily salary of 30,000 U.S. dollars, it is almost impossible to equip everyone.

"Next time, I need to find some walkie-talkie products, which should be able to sell." Tang Dao rubbed his chin in deep thought, and found a business opportunity. At this time, Barcelo had finished talking, and walked straight towards him. Kneeling down and facing Tang Dao's suspicious eyes, he said with a smile, "The team leader said, I found a buyer for you, let me take you to the hotel."

buyer?

Tang Dao's eyes lit up, and he had to admire Gould's efficiency, so he found someone?

"When is the date?"

Barcelo looked at his watch and squinted, "They will arrive in about forty minutes."

"Osborn, Witt, pack up, let's go back." Tang Dao immediately made a decision, picked up the ammunition box that was just used as a stool, and carried it to the armored vehicle. This action naturally attracted the attention of other mercenaries in the room come over.

"Nicholas, are you leaving?" someone yelled.

"No! I just give warmth to other people who need me. You know, there are 550 million guns in the world, and there is one for every 12 people on average. My question is, how to sell guns to The other 11 people, let them enjoy their freedom." Tang Dao stood up, thrusting his waist, and said with a smile.

This remark caused everyone to laugh, and some people unceremoniously put up international gestures.

Tang Dao took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it over, "Gentlemen, if you need it, you can come to "Staroftomorrow" in Namibia to find me. I will definitely treat you to a drink. Of course, if you need goods in the future, you can also come from me. I sell everything, and if you need to solve your physical needs, I can prepare for you."

As he spoke, he blinked his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture that men can understand, which caused another burst of laughter.

However, it was obvious that this group of people knew about the existence of Nicholas, a mobile arms dealer.

"Gentlemen, goodbye." Tang Dao sat in the co-pilot and waved, "God bless you."

But don't die, wait for me to take all the dollars in your pockets, you can go wherever you like, even play bridge with God.

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"Sir, it's time for you to buy a communication tool." Witt squatted behind and said in a muffled voice, looking at the mirror inside the car and meeting Tang Dao's eyes, "Leave them a phone number, so that your business can be done quickly." There will be more." He licked his dry lips, changed his leg and squatted numb, "I was in the Middle East before, and I met a Frenchman, he is a distributor of Giat (French ground weapons industry group company), and the name card says It was printed in this way, and it was sold in France, but I think he must be bragging, but his service is really good, just a phone call, and he will deliver it to you, even if you are at war, he will deliver it to you, which is comparable to It will be much easier for those regular arms dealers to come."

Tang Dao frowned on the right side when he heard the words, isn't this the one-stop service that he plans to create?

Someone has already set this up?

And it is obvious that they are at the forefront, which makes Tang Dao anxious. He knows how powerful the learning ability of the merchant group is. What they like to do most is to follow the path of their predecessors. This method will spread throughout the third world.

It's time for a new industry to re-establish the rules!

Tang Dao's face was very calm, but the strength of the hand holding the handle gradually became stronger. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to have smelled the competition in the air. More and more people are getting involved in this cake, and a **** storm is inevitable.

Want to say scared?

If so, Tang Dao was just thinking about how he should play.

"Boss, we're here." Just as he was in a daze, Osborne pulled the handbrake, stopped safely, and called softly.

"okay."

Tang Dao pushed open the door and got out of the car. Through the half-height window, he had already seen Gould facing the door. Opposite him was a man wrapped in a windbreaker, and the old woman was drawing on the menu with a dark face. wearing something.

"Mr. Nicholas." Cornelia lay on the counter, heard the movement at the door, raised her head, her eyes lit up when she saw Tang Dao, and she called out sweetly, which attracted the eyes of Gould and others After coming over, the dog-headed family stood up with a smile.

Tang Dao touched Cornelia's head and walked over, "Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road!"

Traffic jam in this **** place?

Bad excuse!

However, Gould didn't care, and helped to introduce, "Mr. Conan Klein, this is Nicholas."

"Hello, sir." Tang Dao extended his hand very politely.

The other party slowly raised his head, he was a black man, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com A scar was drawn from the corner of his eye, as if he had been scratched by some sharp blade, his eyeballs were still a little white, he shook hands with Tang Dao, and directly Stepping into the topic, "I heard that you have a batch of goods in hand? How many of this BTR-40 do you have?"

Tang Dao looked at Gould, who nodded slightly.

"There are six more BTR-40s." After he finished speaking, it was obvious that Conan frowned, dissatisfied with the number? This guy has such a big appetite? He hastened to continue, "However, I have something better than this."

"What?" Conan asked.

Tang Dao looked around and lowered his voice, "Old Maozi's product, T-64 tank!"

Gould was holding water, and just swallowed it, when he heard this, his throat was choked, his face flushed, he covered his mouth, and looked at Tang Dao.

He thought this Chinese was just an ordinary seller, why are you making tanks out of this?

So big?

Conan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Tang Dao's hand, "Take me to see the goods."

The latter looked down at the opponent's hand, twitched the corner of his mouth, and pulled it back calmly. Who knows if black people carry any virus? "Mr. Conan Klein, of course you can look at the goods, but... I also need to see that you have the ability to buy."

"Pa..." As soon as the words fell, Conan threw out a stack of US dollars.

"Osborne, prepare the car! Let's go to the warehouse." Tang Dao sat up straight and shouted at the British guy who had just parked the car. I went in, flicked it a few times, and the corners of my mouth were crooked.

This stack... about $20,000!

As long as you give money, it's easy to say, even if you give you bad feet, Tang Dao is willing.

It's just so bottomless and shameless.

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