The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 84

US military base in Mogadishu.

It is about 10 square kilometers, about the size of 34 football fields.

The "inheritance" left by the French was very rich, including the office building, which was "inherited" by Ying Jiang.

Here, there are no civilian cadres. The US military has only stationed a company here. The dormitory is full of people, and it is very deserted.

The so-called party is just a saying.

Have you ever seen a party in a conference room?

When Tang Dao and the others walked in, there were already seven or eight people sitting inside, with different skin colors and languages, but they were all chatting happily. When they saw someone open the door, they looked over at the same time as if they had practiced. All fell silent.

"Mr. Cecilio."

A white man on the right side of the table stood up excitedly. He was wearing a suit and a green short shirt inside?

What is this operation?

Tang Dao glanced at the Italian from the corner of his eye. He was wondering if this was the babysitter called by the other party?

"Mr. Bernard, long time no see. If you don't want to hit me, you are also in Mogadishu." Cecilio was also very happy, and reached out his hand to shake with the other party. The other party looked at Tang Dao, "Who is this?"

"Nicholas Tang, nice to meet you." Tang Dao said with a smile.

"This gentleman is in the same business as you, and the supply is sufficient, but do you know about the land washing in Belle Devon before? It is a classic case of Mr. Nicholas The company, and their company occasionally plays an important role."

This old man's words are sharp!

Push out the Tang knife, and even praise it, but this has bad intentions.

Those who are invited here are probably all "peers".

The saying that peers are at the original price is not just talking.

The cake in Somalia is so big, you are still playing such a big deal. The incident in Beledwin City could not be hidden, and it spread all over the world in a few days. Everyone was surprised that the arms dealer had such vitality, and they were also afraid of it. combat effectiveness.

Are you still letting your colleagues live?

Sure enough, Bernard's tone became meaningful, and the hand holding Tang Dao couldn't help but intensified, "It's an honor to meet you."

The others also introduced one by one, seeming very enthusiastic, but Tang Dao could still feel their alienation.

He also just smiled, you all want to fight for Somalia, how much more is there for such a small benefit?

Most importantly, can you beat me?

It's not that Tang Dao is bragging, everyone here is scum.

Cecilio leaned his crutches by his side, turned his head to look at Tang Dao, and put his hands on the table. The watch chain was still scraped off the table, "Mr. Nicholas."

"Any orders?" Tang Dao looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"I can't say an order, I just want to ask, what do you think of my previous suggestion?" He was a little impatient, the muscles on his face were loose, only his eyes were tense, and occasionally he lowered his head, coughed, and concealed it, still like It was a kind of self-boasting, pointing to Bernard who was talking to the left and right, and poking his head over, "He is the agent of the Swiss Sig company in Mogadishu."

Sig Corporation?

Tang Dao's ears immediately stood up. As a military porter, how could he not know about this century-old Swiss shop?

Founded in 1853, in 1974 it acquired Sauer, a German company famous for its production of shotguns and sporting rifles. Switzerland has been a neutral country in all previous world wars, but the Swiss people live in peace and have a tradition of martial arts. Adults receive regular military training every year, which has played a role in promoting the development of Sig Sauer.

It sets the standard for the appearance of pistols in the world!

Either Sig or Ugly! (Author: No rebuttal! Chick!).

His factories are spread across all continents, with more than 7,000 employees, but no one knows how many of them are in the dark. They only think about other things when they are paid.

But what could he do in Mogadishu?

No matter how good-looking something you have is in the hands of the black guy, it can be turned into a fire stick for you.

"He and I are friends. I can get the goods from him at a low price. If we sell them to others, we will definitely make a fortune."

Tang Dao looked at Cecilio with a teasing look on his face, thinking, did the other party start thinking about it for the company?

Are all Italians so shameless?

"Sir, didn't I make it clear before? It's impossible for me to sell the company." After listening for a few minutes, Tang Dao found that what the other party said was getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly interrupted the other party's imagination.

Cecilio was startled, and then blushed.

"Mr. Nicholas, I really mean it."

"I also reject you with sincerity."

"you…"

Teng Teng Teng.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and the room was silent for a while, and he saw a soldier wearing a military uniform and the rank of lieutenant colonel walking in, with a cigarette in his mouth, seeing his hair, Tang Dao's first thought was .

Pulsatilla!

Isn't this eagle sauce?

"Gentlemen, good morning. My name is Grant Ward. You can call me by the nickname Medicine Cartridge. Of course, if you think it's polite, you can also call me Mr., although I think this name is very offensive." Holding the table to introduce myself, it's just that the smell of gunpowder is a bit full.

Tang Dao kept his mouth shut, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he didn't know who applauded first, it seemed to be contagious.

Lick the dog!

Tang Dao was very disdainful, but he had to be polite at the very least, so he joined in.

Grant was very satisfied. Although the sound was not very loud, it was enough.

"I know the identities of everyone. Similarly, I have enough evidence in my hand to prove the direction of your goods flow."

Including Tang Dao, everyone frowned, wondering what this guy meant?

"Mr. Grant, what do you mean? I don't know..." Bernard asked in a deep voice. He has Sig company behind him, but he doesn't love him. Isn't he a lieutenant colonel? In the future, you have to kneel before your interests.

"What I mean is very simple, Somalia needs peace! But I will not allow your goods to flow to the market normally, but I request that every time your shipment list be handed over to me for review, and large artillery is not It is a violation of peace to allow trafficking." Grant poked his finger on the table and said word by word, his eyes scanned the crowd, and finally looked at Tang Dao, and said, "What do you think, Mr. Nicholas?"

He has been eyeing this guy for a long time, and he is the only Asian in the whole table. UU Reading www. uukanshu. com

This is so easy to recognize.

Tang Dao squinted his eyes, his breathing was a little disordered, and he was surrounded by anger. He could feel the eyes around him, but he couldn't tell what it felt like. This damned pulsatilla wanted to pull himself out to stand up?

He leaned back, crossed his legs, and frowned, "I want to ask, does this mean the United States or Mr. Grant?"

"Is there any difference?" Grant opened his sleeves and pointed to his wrist, which has a tattoo on it: "IamwithAmerica! (I am with America).

"We need peace, and there can be no more wars." Pulsatilla stared at Tang Dao, word for word, "This is what we demand of all countries."

"Then why are you in Somalia?" Tang Dao asked back.

Grant was taken aback. He didn't expect that the other party would ask him back one after another. This annoyed him, who was very rough, and raised his eyebrows. "We're spreading folklore, people here need it! We're helping them."

brazen!

Tang Dao stared at him firmly, and the other party stared back, not to be outdone.

Suddenly the former smiled and sat up straight, "OK, of course, I will obey. I also feel that the Somalis are too pitiful."

"Excellent!"

Grant stood up straight, with his waist thrust forward, satisfied with Tang Dao's knowledge of the times, and clapped his hands, "What do you think?"

"I have no objection." Bernard spread his hands, anyway, he does not sell artillery.

Others here have very few orders for artillery, most of them are just guns, send it to him for review? They all looked at Tang Dao with pity, poor Asians, they will be targeted wherever they go, if you want to blame, blame this world, it doesn't belong to you!

Chapter end