The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 22

"There are too few Soviet goods here, uh... I saw a lot of them in the Gulf War before, did you see the PK machine gun? Put it on the roof and shoot towards the downstairs, God, I will never forget the sound, It's too passionate." This guy is obviously a chatterbox, and he is also a fan of Soviet products. When he thought of the subtleties, he closed his eyes and shook his body.

Tang Dao properly expressed his surprise, "You also participated in the Gulf War? That's great, you should be a hero, sir."

"Of course, I once encountered a soldier of the US 82nd Airborne Division in Kuwait City. It was as close as we were, and I broke his neck with my own hands!" He fiddled with his hair and said proudly.

Big brother, I don't even know how to praise you if you brag like that.

The 82nd Airborne Division is an elite descendant of Lao Mei. You must know that their motto is: "Land in all parts of the world!" From World War I to World War II... He admitted that the man in front of him looked like a big and three rough, but if it was really a one-on-one, he might be hanging. very.

Sure enough, the demolishers are everywhere.

"Stephen, please shut your stinky mouth. I still remember that you **** all over your pants. If the captain hadn't saved you, you would be a river trash under the Euphrates now."

It was very uncomfortable to be exposed, as if his trouser pockets were torn open, Stephen blushed with anger, "You...damn it!" He gritted his teeth and was about to go up to fight with the other party.

"Enough." A low, heavy male voice sounded, and Tang Dao saw the man who was leaning against the corner of the wall holding an M4 carbine move. His magazine was not the commonly used STANAG magazine, but a Rare C-Mag magazine, can hold 100 rounds.

There are generally two kinds of people who use this kind of drum on the battlefield. One is the idiot novice who thinks that the number of bullets is king, and the other is the main force who is the main force for suppressing firepower and powerful assault capabilities.

The man grabbed the hat that was covering his face, and Tang Dao could see his face clearly at once.

Short blond hair, dark brown pupils, and a high pointed nose, very much like the hero Lucien in "Disillusionment" written by the great writer Balzac. His eyes are more like a poet, but this is obviously an illusion. Have you seen it? Lucien with the bullet belt?

As soon as he opened his mouth, the two of Stephen shut their mouths immediately, but they still stared at each other.

"Do you have 5.56 bullets?" The man asked as he walked over, his eyes half-opened as if he hadn't slept well.

"5.56? Yes! There are two ammunition boxes, with 500 rounds?" Tang Dao's eyes glowed, and he glanced at the other party's pocket. It was bulging there, and there must be money. Moreover, the M4 carbine is the US side this year ( It was launched in 1991. This guy can get one now. It is not ruled out that he has a way in the US. Will such a person be short of money?

What should be considered is why such a person would come to be a mercenary. Of course, this has nothing to do with Tang Dao. He is only responsible for putting money from the opponent's pocket into his own.

To be a businessman, you have to learn to observe words and expressions,

"Give me two bases."

Tang Dao blinked at Osborn, motioned him to go there, rubbed his hands and smiled, "5.56 bullets cost two dollars per shot..."

"Two dollars?!"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard the price. The price was too outrageous. Feeling like they would spend more than a dozen dollars every time they pulled the trigger? Who can afford this?

Even the blond man had a sullen face, "Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not. I, Nicholas, are the most trustworthy in business. I just earn a little money. Few arms dealers are willing to come to the front line. It's too dangerous here. Moreover, we are willing to provide free gun cleaning services, as long as they are here If you buy more than 100 US dollars, we will be responsible for cleaning and maintaining the gun." Tang Dao still had a smile on his face, "It's only four or five hundred dollars at most, but you can enjoy a different service, sir, you don't need to try it. Do you want to try?"

The blond young man's eyes twitched slightly, why did he think this was a trap?

Although many people here use beautiful weapons, and they are notoriously delicate and difficult to maintain. If you don't maintain them, you are afraid that they will get angry, and when they will get stuck for you, you are welcome to blow up your guns. Under such conditions, Tang Dao's gift service is still very exciting.

In a special need environment, the skills you can do, that is to make money.

For the mercenaries present, 100 dollars is a big deal to buy some bullets and stock up, but it can clean the gun for free and save some gun oil. Why not do it? Only those who have maintained guns know how locked and disgusting this process is!

"Sir?" Tang Dao called softly to the blond young man. After the latter pondered for a while, "Bring me 300 rounds of ammunition, but I will maintain the rifle myself. Please maintain my pistol." He As he spoke, he lifted his clothes, and there was a holster on his waist, and a classic M1911 was falling asleep with his head upright.

"Wow! It looks so beautiful, don't worry, we will make it comfortable." Tang Dao took the M1911 with both hands and praised the sound of the gun, "I will fix it for you right away. I don't know how to call it?"

The blond-haired youth hesitated for a moment, but said, "Simonriley (Simon Riley)." After he finished speaking, he continued to lie down on his seat.

Tang Dao put the US dollars in his pocket into his pocket, turned his head, and saw Osborn with a bitter face, "Boss... so many guns, when will it be wiped?"

"Didn't I ask Barcelo and the others? Ask them to help, don't worry, you clean a gun, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I will reward you with 3 dollars, and I will give you a sum of money after the matter, It's definitely enough for you to go back to Warsaw and spend a lot of money." Tang Dao patted him on the shoulder to guarantee the ticket, and when Osborne heard that he was rich, his body stood upright, his eyes glistened, and he ran over to say hello up customers.

Tang Dao nodded in satisfaction. Although this guy has an unpredictable temper, he is still obsessed with money. As long as he likes money, that's fine.

"Witt? Huh? What are you looking at?" Tang Dao turned his head and shouted, and found that Witt was looking into the distance. He bumped him with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "You know him?"

Whit shook his head and then nodded.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it. I only know his nickname: Ghost! He's also an Englishman. He seems to have served in the special forces, but I don't know which army he was in. He is a free servant. As a soldier, he is also a professional assaulter! He was active as an assaulter in various mercenary regiments in northern Namibia. The missions he participated in have a 100% success rate. He is quite famous in this battlefield. He declined."

"Ghost?" Tang Dao always felt that this nickname was a bad name, but this Simon didn't look like a bad guy. He took a deep look, then turned around, and continued to work. Anyway, the other party was just his customer. The businessman doesn't care where he comes from, as long as he doesn't have any interest in himself, Tang Dao doesn't even bother to say that you jumped out of a rock.

After Barcelo found Tang Dao and others, he was ordered to help clean the gun.

Looking at the American equipment piled up on the ground, this guy was sweating coldly on his forehead, and then looked up at the mercenaries who were playing bridge on the opposite side. The war reporters did not dare to pose like this.

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