The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 133

John and Pierce came out of the office building with their suits pulled up, crossing their heads and talking in a low voice.

"Two gentlemen, please wait a moment." Someone shouted from behind, the voice was hearty and gentle, just listening to it made people feel good, people are sensory animals, and the five sense organs will pass on their emotions to you. Handsome ones are indeed more popular.

John and the two turned around for no reason, and saw a young man about 30 years old standing behind him, with a light blue tie supporting a white suit. Fortunately, this match is not in Somalia, you are a fat man walking, this walk Go out, if the sniper doesn't shoot you in the head, I'm sorry for this outfit.

"Is there something wrong, sir?"

After John looked him up and down, he still asked politely, and it was already very polite to let others go without opening his mouth.

"Wallace, Wallace Berrera." The other party stretched out his hand and smiled. John took a look at the other's thin and tender hand, which looked like a woman's. It was smooth to the touch. Of course, he didn't have any other hobbies. He just held it slightly and then released it. He introduced himself in a rough voice, Hua Lai. The sergeant said exaggeratedly, "John Kansberg? Of course I know, the gunpowder of the umbrella, the superman (Superman) who blew up the city of Belledwin."

It's too contrived!

John's military style, he didn't like the other person's sudden surprise, so he looked very impatient, and looked at his watch, "Mr. Wallace, if you have nothing to do, I think we have to leave."

The Italian originally planned to invite the other party to have an afternoon tea. Seeing that he said so, he had no choice but to get straight to the point and asked tentatively, "I just heard from General Aidid that the two of you also want to compete. The mind of the port?"

John suddenly realized, and exchanged glances with Pierce, did not answer, just waited for the other to continue.

"My company intends to lease the port. If possible, I hope it can be given to me. I am willing to compensate you."

"We can't promise this matter, I'm going to ask the boss." John said.

"Then may I see Mr. Nicholas?"

Wallace's ability to climb the pole is not small, and he said it directly, but John always felt that this guy was waiting here, meeting the other's expectant gaze, and frowned, "Of course, my boss likes to meet friends the most. By the way, do you have a business card?"

The Italian hurriedly took out his business card from the inner pocket of his suit, handed it over with both hands, and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."

"That's what we should do. I'll go first, and I'll call you when the time comes, Mr. Wallace," shaking the business card in his hand, John put it in his pocket, turned and left.

Staring at the backs of the two, Wallace stood on the steps with a smile on his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Boss, this guy doesn't look like a good person, I think he is very similar to Cecilio before." Pierce, who was driving, reminded, frowning, and found a new word to describe, "Hypocrisy! "

John laughed and folded his hands, "Didn't I have this idea? I felt it a long time ago, but I just didn't bother to say it. Do you want me to argue with him? That would be a waste of our time."

"Then why do you still take his business card?" Pierce was surprised. The former took out his business card, opened the window, and threw it outside. A gust of wind sent it lightly into the sky. He clapped his hands, "Look, there is none left."

Pierce couldn't help laughing at this operation. He honked the horn and joked, "Do we want the port? I remember that Somalia's sea area is very wide. Maybe we can go out and work as a part-time job."

"I really need to contact the boss about this. The port is too small and doesn't have much practical effect. Even if we temporarily dock warships, we can't enter the port, and the modification is too expensive... I don't think the boss may agree." John learned during his service. Cartography and strategy, he understands the importance of Somali ports, but the reality is always cruel, the ports are too small!

Pierce nodded half-understood. Anyway, he was just a bad old man in his fifties, and now he was very satisfied with his life. He didn't have to starve to death on the street. He turned on the radio and listened to light music, and headed for the airport.

the next day.

Tang Dao took Mister and others to the meeting. This time MacArthur obviously paid more attention to it, and waited at the door with the purchasing group.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Nicholas."

"So do I, General. I hope God blesses that this meeting will have a satisfactory result."

MacArthur still didn't even have a smile on his face. He seemed to be born unable to smile. He raised his hand coldly, said please, and walked in the front. This man obviously has a strong personality. In terms of momentum, he was ready to overwhelm Tang Dao.

There is also an episode here. When a group of people walked to the junction of the corridor, they saw a few doctors in white coats whispering in the depths, and nurses came in and out. It seemed that Lloyd was here.

But Tang Dao remained silent. Can this kind of beast trapped here escape from the hands of the hunter?

Was MacArthur really sincerely willing to save him?

Interests... are all interests.

This time, the meeting was chosen in a very large conference room, where people from both sides were seated, and the purchasing group on the opposite side was aggressive. On Tang Dao's side, only Mist and Little Angel sat on the left and right, but they didn't know anything about negotiation at all.

It seems that if you have the opportunity, you have to find a few professionals. In the future, you can't let yourself come to such large-scale negotiations, right?

He prefers to hide behind and be the manipulator behind the scenes.

"Mr. Nicholas, we are very interested in the armed helicopter combat group you mentioned. Can you continue to talk about it?" A member of the procurement team glanced at the boss, put his hand on the table, spread out the information and said .

Tang Dao pondered for a while, then nodded, "I think the future war will be an era of low-altitude hegemony. The US military's Vietnam War and last year's Gulf War actually proved the role of helicopters on the battlefield. His low-altitude hovering allows him to Effective strikes against ground weapons, if tanks are the king of land warfare, then heavily armed helicopters are their nightmare, absolutely no one can resist under the guns and missiles."

This is a classic case.

In the Gulf War, Uncle Sam wielded a big stick and commanded a large number of air plane formations to enter the Shadamu site from the south. Before the bombing, in order to ensure the safe penetration of the air plane formations, a hole must be torn in the southern part of the tight Shadamu air defense network. One task was given to armed helicopters and stealth aircraft F-117.

Three Air Force MH-53J "Pave Laser" special operations helicopters of the US First Special Operations Wing used their night vision and low-light night vision devices to guide the way ahead and guide nine Army AH-64 "Apaches" to attack Helicopters fly from the territory of the silly big wooden neighbor to the north and fly to the south. After a long flight, around 2:30 in the morning, they found two early warning radar stations in the south of the air defense early warning network that were scheduled to be destroyed. AH-64 helicopters used Hellfire missiles to destroy the two radar stations, thus kicking off the Gulf War.

Silly Damu was beaten on the ground by Uncle Sam with the Helicopter Ji, and his beard was shaved off by you, so he could only lie on the ground and scream, blaming others for bullying.

This is the role of gunships in war, and every experience is learned from war.

At that time, the "Ouest de France" of the Gaul chicken exclaimed: monsters from North America swallowed flames at low altitudes, and the unexplainable ogre king marched towards Baghdad...

It seems that the style of the French is inherited.

"I always feel that modern warfare will no longer rely too much on humans. You have a deep understanding of the power of industry in Africa. There is never right or wrong in war, only failure and success. Are you right? Suppose you use air-to-air missiles to take down Ethiopia Tomorrow's broadcast will be able to shout, the **** invaders are doomed to fail, what do you think? The hope I send you is not a weapon to kill! This is the most important thing, I will always be friends with you. "

Does Tang Dao think that the deceptive moves are too easy to use? They started to use this trick again, but it was the first time for Mister and Little Angel to hear it. They only felt that the boss said that friends came from thousands of miles. Could it be for dollars?

What made him travel so far to bring warmth to the people of Eritrea? Is it love? Is it the responsibility? No, hope!

"If you need it now, you can place an order, and I can give you a very favorable price, 20% off!" Tang Dao said with a gesture.

"Eh? But didn't you say 30% off yesterday?" A member of the purchasing group asked.

"Is there? All right, 30% off is 30% off! This is our friendship, and I am willing to give up the benefits again." He almost gritted his teeth and said while patting the table ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Such generosity, let People think that he is a good person, a person who is out of vulgar tastes.

But Tang Dao was thinking, should he quote a high price first?

"Mr. Nicholas, do you have any good recommendations?" MacArthur finally spoke. Although he was a little disgusted with Tang Dao and thought that what this guy said was shit, you have to admit that he was right. Helicopters in modern warfare His role is becoming more and more important. He is a person with a big picture in Eritrea. The world is big and cruel!

The human world is always covered with hypocritical smirks, and the law of the jungle is the real main style. Those who reprimand others from the commanding heights are mostly jealous, because he seems to have the ability to sanction the other party besides scolding. When you are really tough, your opponent will respect you.

Eritrea still has a long way to go.

MacArthur took a deep breath, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows tightened and relaxed at times, and finally he spoke, "Mr. Nicholas, how many helicopters do you think the person lying down there is worth?"

Chapter end