Chapter 288: : Business Sutra (Thank you, the lord of the happy madness!!)

Although Eagle Sauce stipulates that private individuals cannot own automatic rifles, they can only use guns under the permission of the law.

But this seems to be the biggest joke. When a sharp knife is in hand, all morality, laws and constraints are more like a pile of blank paper. Are there still fewer shootings every year? For example, the Goetz shooting case, the London subway case in the 1980s...

Of course, some people have proposed gun control, but this seems to be a huge joke.

Would anyone agree?

MRA will not!

Founded in 1871, the National Rifle Association is the largest organization of gun owners in the United States and a force with outsize influence on American politics. The NRA believes that the right to own guns is protected by the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which is also the theoretical basis for its political activities.

And the most ironic thing is that it is also the largest provider of funds during party elections! He bets on both ends, and when anyone comes to power, he can guarantee his "legitimate status".

Uncle Sam, born for arms dealers!

Do you think this slogan is just shouting?

And the big circle is mainly a "counterattack weapon!" for those who have "needs".

Why don't you wait, this year's income is still objective, and this channel is directly handed over to or-A, Wu Zhiqiang is also tired of it, and he is a little bit reluctant.

Fang Tangjing sees everything in his eyes. Boss Wu is good at everything, but his vision is a bit low, and he is easy to be satisfied!

This is no good, if you don't climb up, what will the brothers below eat?

But not everyone wants a peaceful life.

"Boss Wu, Mr. Tang's power is not small. We will use the annual profit of only a few million to find a strong ally. This deal is not bad. Moreover, I think he definitely needs an agent. We can fight for this spot. At that time, the business will still be in our hands, but the purchase channel has changed to someone else, when Boss Zeng was around, this business belonged to the third master, now it's time for another person to manage it."

Fang Tangjing was persuading the other party to put the overall situation first. If the other party backed down, maybe the two of them would be okay with their identities in the big circle, but if they were targeted by an arms dealer, no matter who they were, they would not be able to eat well or sleep well.

What else can Wu Zhiqiang do now?

This thief boat is also on board. If a grasshopper on a boat wants to jump high, it will be dragged off for you.

What needs to be done now is how to strive for greater interests.

"Follow me to Paris, let's see the second master!"

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Tang Dao's face was serious at this time, his brows were slightly frowned, and they were slightly twisted into the word "Chuan".

He seems to have underestimated the reaction of all parties after Zeng Wei was killed!

This is a celebrity no matter how big or small, and the local TV station gave a detailed report. The most important thing is that the capitalist soil pocket is very suitable for nourishing gangs. Many people with status are also members of certain organizations, and gang formation is very common here. common.

The European Headquarters offered a reward of 200,000 US dollars for clues, which already showed their behavior, and they were angry!

As one of the few collective criminal groups in the world, Daquan has this ability and strength. Of course, Tang Dao is afraid, but that’s not the case. It’s just not safe to bring it in this place. It just so happens At this time, the Somali side called, and he needed to make some decisions, so he was going to leave Boston first.

"Boss, the plane is ready." The little angel said softly.

Tang Dao nodded, stood up, took the sunglasses out of his pocket, and walked out of the room. There were already employees waiting outside. Dozens of people escorted him out of the hotel, got into the car, and headed for the airport, for the convenience of future travel , or—A Consortium has specially reserved seats in several very prosperous international airports around the world, and can enjoy many privileges.

Rich people need style.

Sitting in the first class cabin, enjoying the service of the stewardess, you can even feel the hot eyes of these girls looking at you.

Sometimes, you can also understand why you should work hard to make money.

Of course, if hard work is useful, then there would be no poverty. In fact, all governments are very hardworking in order to lift mankind out of poverty. They wrote a book called "Criminal Law" for this purpose, but you don't quite understand it.

"Boss, Mr. Charlie's phone number." The little angel leaned halfway over and handed over the phone. Turning off the phone on the plane is only for ordinary passengers. If you have money, you can even make the airport delay the flight for you. Of course, you are rich enough!

Tang Dao took it, crossed his legs, and turned the pages of the newspaper in his hand. This entertainment newspaper looked particularly fashionable, and the eyes of the blonde **** it would seduce people. The evil of capitalism is reflected here!

"Hello, Mr. Charlie."

"Don, I heard that you left Boston? Why didn't you call me? Hey!" Charlie said dissatisfied, as if he felt that Tang Dao didn't consider himself a friend.

You just have to listen to this, don't take it seriously.

Tang Dao flipped through the newspapers, stared at him with honest eyes like a gentleman, and said, "There is something wrong with Somalia, I need to go back, it's urgent, I didn't tell you, when the time comes, I will go back to Boston to find you a drink, and I will give you a drink." Apologize."

Once the influence of Zeng Wei's incident has gone down, he will be able to go back, and it is still safe to stay in Africa.

Who dares to mess with himself in his own territory?

"I just called to ask. Also, a large flour company in Mexico suddenly contacted us and they needed a batch of goods."

Do you still need to tell yourself about this batch of goods?

Obviously, what the flour company wants is not simple. Sure enough, hearing Charlie continue, "They want three cruise ships. They think that fishing with these things is too slow, and there is no way to give them a sense of excitement."

boat or ship.

force!

What this means is that I need 3 submarines with fierce firepower. Recently, those gangsters at sea have a hard idea. I want to give them some color!

The price is not cheap for a big guy with a weapon, and or—A does not include postage.

But will those who can sell flour have no money?

They only care about whether to use Johnson or Franklin...

"I will tell the manufacturer about this matter, and let them prepare the cruise ship for the customer at that time, but when the contract will be signed."

"I will let the vice president below go, and bring Mark with me by the way, so that he can learn."

Tang Dao is too lazy to take care of this matter. He just needs to contact the Ukrainian side to prepare. When the time comes, the contract is signed and the goods will be shipped directly. Solemn, does this "code word" mean that Charlie has found out that he is being monitored? Or has it reached this point?

It is normal for Tang Dao to have a record in the CIA. If there is no such record, then the intelligence system will be disbanded.

The Somali Eagle is quite well-known~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, the official will not move you, but you don’t have complete evidence, or you are afraid of letting them do it, which is one of the reasons why Tang Dao formed the consortium In a short period of time, he should not come to the United States again, unless one day the business cooperates with Ying Jiang, and he becomes the other party's "agent" or a gold medal royal arms dealer.

Are you a criminal...

People don't care, they only care that you "admit" your criminal behavior in the transcript.

The capitalist country is still too dangerous, Tang Dao intends to fight, and he must learn to keep a low profile, but he must not be killed as a pig, and he must learn to be kind...

His face shook slowly, and then he smiled very stiffly.

It's...very nice.

ps: Today is Elegy’s birthday, I went out to drink some wine, my friends had a dinner, and thank you all for your support, thank you very much, in the blink of an eye, I will be 17 years old, I hope I will write more wonderful things for you.