The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 170

Tang Dao was smoking a cigar, his legs were covered with a blanket, and his eyes were closed, but the eyeballs were rolling under his eyelids, obviously thinking deeply about something.

Mist, who was sitting in the co-pilot, answered the phone, turned his head, and whispered, "Boss, it's a call from Major General Kalbster." The former slightly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to take it, and already had a count in his heart, " Sir, have you come to deliver me good news?"

"Hahaha, of course! Your pre-purchase right has been approved." Kalbster was also very happy, and hurriedly said, "We still have something in the warehouse. When are you free to take a look?"

Tang Dao waved his fist in his heart, and his face remained calm, "Thank you very much for your trust, but don't worry, there is plenty of time, this dollar can't escape from my pocket."

Perhaps because he felt that his performance was really too anxious, Kalbust laughed awkwardly.

"There are a lot of good stuff in the Soviet Air Force, but I want to ask, do you sell blueprints?" Tang Dao waited for the other party to calm down, and asked so suddenly, but it was very sudden. He had such a dangerous idea. The backfire blueprint given by Mr. Victor is just a rough idea, and many cores in it are not marked, so it is not very useful!

This made it impossible for Tang Dao to sell for much money even if it was resold.

Grass!

This is the bad deal he did.

"This... this." Kalbster was speechless. He had never encountered such a thing. It is very strange that a private arms dealer buys blueprints from a certain country. After all, it is not you who owns it. The desired weapon can be built with blueprints, and heavy industry equipment costs a lot of money. Who can afford it for ordinary people?

Why did the third brother in India buy ten thousand dollars to make it? Do not produce it yourself?

First of all, whether others sell it or not, even if the fighter jets bought belong to the older generation, it is useless. Secondly, the cost is too high, and the re-established production line will kill people. The most important thing is, who the **** will be late? maintainance?

Tang Dao's brain is different.

He has a system, and he has given several technical talents, who can be "reformed" to a certain extent.

"I'm afraid they won't work."

"Isn't it okay to have money?"

Kalbust was surprisingly firm this time, "I don't want to be killed in the woods by the KGB one day."

"200,000 dollars!"

"Okay, what kind of weapon do you want? Let me think about it." This gentleman gave full play to what is called face-changing, and his originally determined tone quickly changed.

Tang Dao smiled slightly, opened half of the window, and threw the cigar outside. The cigarette **** rolled on the snow and went out immediately. He glanced at the rearview mirror, and the faces of Mister and the driver and employee were reflected. In it, the expressions of the two were very serious, "It's inconvenient to talk on the phone, if you have time, you can come and have afternoon tea together."

Major General Kalbust was taken aback, and then said, "Of course, I am honored by this kind of invitation, I'm sorry, I have something else to do now, let's talk next time." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Slap!

Tang Dao closed the Motorola and put it by his side. He raised his feet with some difficulty in this space, folded his hands and leaned back, staring at the driver with vacant eyes. The hairs exploded, itching was abnormal, and cold sweat came out from the back of his neck, but the former didn't make a sound, and it took about three or four minutes before he completely closed his eyes.

The driver let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you hot? Henry." Tang Dao said suddenly, the driver was startled, his eyelids trembled violently, he almost stepped on the brake subconsciously, raised his head, and looked at him from the rearview mirror, terrified, but also It was well hidden, and the right hand was about to touch the seat belt. As soon as he moved his hand, Mister's gun was pressed against his waist and abdomen, "Don't move, I'm afraid I'll go off."

"Old...boss! What did I do?" the driver Henry stammered.

"Do you want to learn acting?" Tang Dao sneered, the most important thing was that he didn't bother to say more, but Mister took out a stack of photos from his arms and put them on his lap, on which he could be seen in a bar Talking to Kurt from ICPO, this picture is very dark, but it is clear that both parties are holding their **** and singing loudly, and there are US dollars on the table.

"When you were in the United States, ICPO came to you." Tang Dao said calmly.

In his heart, he had to admire the abilities of Kurt and ICPO. He thought they were attached to each other in Kyiv, but he didn't know that someone had already spotted him very early on. This photo is the best evidence.

The people around him were also bought.

This frightened Tang Dao, his eyes twitched, he was afraid that he would be slaughtered by his own people just like A Ming that day.

How did Amin fail?

Didn't his cronies betray his information, causing him to be caught by Ying Jiang, hanged up and executed?

"Boss..." Henry opened his mouth to explain, but at this very moment, he stepped on the accelerator, slammed the steering wheel, and slammed into the nearby shop!

It was so sudden that Mister didn't react, and he wasn't wearing a seat belt. He tilted his body and almost hit the glass. Sitting on the chair, with a dazed head, the sudden scene shocked the pedestrians around, and the bodyguards at the front and back were also stunned. After reacting, the little angel ran out of the car, shouted anxiously, and ran into the shop.

Henry unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door in a panic and ran out, took out his gun, and pointed it at Tang Dao!

Tang was lying on the back seat, his pupils shrank and his heart was quiet. The other person's expression gradually turned fierce, and he was ready to kill!

How can there be so much nonsense, let's do it directly.

But there are people who are faster than Henry. The little angel saw this scene not far away, picked up the chair and threw it over, but missed the opponent, but was obviously startled, raised his head, and saw the bodyguards surrounding him, his scalp was numb, Sternly, "Don't come here! If you come here again, I'll kill him!"

"Henry! Fuck, what are you doing?"

"OMG? Damn it, Henry!"

All the bodyguards scolded after seeing this scene, and they couldn't believe it.

"Put down the gun, and I'll let you go." Tang Dao frowned and said in a deep voice, but when he said this, I'm afraid he didn't believe it, let alone Henry, who was not a fool, and said crazily, "Shut up! Your words stink like ass! Get out, get out!"

As long as you hold Tang Dao ~www.mtlnovel.com~ he can live.

Moreover, ICPO used one hundred thousand dollars to collect his criminal evidence, as long as Tang Dao was handed over to Kurt, the money would be his.

"Put your hand up and put it where I can see it."

Tang Dao raised his hand, Henry opened the door from the outside, pointed the gun at him, looked at the little angel and the others vigilantly, and then looked at the co-pilot, Mister, who seemed to be dizzy and tilted head.

He pushed the door open with his elbow and got out of the car. Henry shook his gun, "Turn around."

Tang Dao licked his tongue and turned back slowly, but just as he turned 90°, his feet seemed to be tilted, his body shrank down, and he was a few centimeters shorter in an instant, and then fell back as if he couldn't stand still, with an elbow It hit Henry's stomach directly, and this time it was very sudden. The latter felt pain and bent down. At this moment, Tang Dao made another uppercut and knocked him to the ground.

At this time, Mister, who was supposed to be transported, also jumped out of the driver's seat from the co-pilot, pressed Henry and hammered hard!

Chapter end