Doomsday disaster: Stock up on billions of supplies at the beginning

The two of them were very busy, and the two of them were very busy.

"It's okay, please follow me." The man with the big back hair led him to the interior of the manor.

Mu Yun and his party followed the man into the manor.

There were guards patrolling with guns all along the way, and it was obvious that it was quite peaceful here.

After passing through a long corridor, they were finally brought to a spacious and gorgeous villa.

This villa occupies half of the manor, and the interior of the house is extremely luxurious.

The man led Mu Yun and Sister Lan to sit on the sofa, then asked the servants to make tea and coffee and send them over, and chatted with Mu Yun for a few words before leaving.

Mu Yun squinted his eyes and admired everything in front of him. A deep and magnetic voice came from behind him, "Mr. Mu, welcome."

Mu Yun looked back and saw a slender old man sitting in a wheelchair.

He was wearing a black suit, blond hair and blue eyes, with deep and handsome features. He was looking at him with a smile at the moment, as if the voice just now came from this thin lip.

"Hello, Mr. Fels." Mu Yun stood up and greeted Fels politely.

Fels waved at him and motioned him to sit down.

After Mu Yun sat down again, Fels looked at Sister Lan beside him and asked in fluent Chinese.

"This is Mr. Zhang's wife, Mrs. Niu. I haven't seen Mr. Zhang for almost a year. I wonder how Mr. Zhang is doing?"

"Mr. Laufers was worried about me. My husband was shot a year ago."

"This..."

Fels seemed a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, "Sorry, Mrs. Niu, I didn't know about it. I didn't mean to offend you."

Sister Lan lowered her eyes and replied lightly, "It's okay."

"Then, this Mr. Mu is your new husband, he is really handsome." Fels changed the subject.

Sister Lan blushed. Although she was nearly 30 years old, she still had her charm. She glared at Fels with a reproachful look.

"If Mr. Fels doesn't know how to chat, don't force yourself to chat. I have a headache just listening to him." Sister Lan said with a slightly teasing tone.

"Ahem, let's get back to the point." Fels coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "I wonder what Mr. Mu needs from me this time?"

Mu Yun curled his lips and said slowly, "Mr. Fels, you are a smart man. I just want to talk to you about arms business."

In order to avoid trouble, Mu Yun began to talk to Fels in English, so that Sister Lan and the others would not be scared after hearing it.

"Oh? I wonder what kind of arms Mr. Mu wants?" Fels asked back with interest.

"Weapons and equipment, tanks, airplanes, missiles, and nuclear bombs, if there are any."

Fels nodded slightly, "Mr. Mu is really asking for a lot."

"I wonder what Mr. Mu's appetite is?"

"Not bad." Mu Yun admitted bluntly, "About 10 billion."

"US dollars?"

"RMB!"

Fels was actually old and was ready to clear out all the inventory and then retire. When he heard Mu Yun put forward this number, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"Hahaha, it seems that Mr. Mu is ready to do something big." Fels laughed.

"I just don't know if Mr. Fels has the goods I want." Mu Yun said casually.

Fels immediately restrained his smile after hearing this, and looked at Mu Yun seriously, "To be honest, I do have some inventory on hand, Mr. Mu might as well take a look."

Then a subordinate handed over a list, and Mu Yun took it and read it carefully.

M4A1 carbine, quantity 10,000.

5.56x45mm caliber, equipped with STANAG magazine, 20, 30, 35 rounds.

Effective range 400-600m, rate of fire 884m/s.

Price, 1,000 US dollars, about RMB6,000.

Colt M2000 pistol, quantity 1,000.

9mm caliber, effective range 50m, magazine 15 rounds.

Price: $300, about RMB1800.

MQ-9B UAV maritime patrol drone, quantity three.

Length 11.7 meters, wingspan 24 meters, maximum flight speed about 460 kilometers per hour, maximum endurance up to 35 hours, theoretically even able to fly around Japan twice.

It has a belly pod, can be equipped with search radar, and can also be equipped with auxiliary fuel tanks to increase endurance.

It has 4 wing pylons, can hang up to 8 "Hellfire" anti-tank missiles

g missiles, or 4 Hellfire and 2 GBU-12 laser-guided bombs, with strong ground and sea attack capabilities.

Three aircraft, total price 600 million RMB.

F-35 fighter, quantity three, total price 1.4 billion RMB.

Intercontinental ballistic missiles * 10, total price 50 million RMB.

M777 howitzers * 100, total price 600 million RMB.

AH-64 "Apache" armed helicopters * 5, total price 750 million RMB.

400 million bullets of various calibers, total price 2 billion RMB.

30,000 howitzers, total price 1.5 billion RMB.

Bazookas, grenades, explosives...

After reading the list, Mu Yun's mouth began to rise wildly, all good stuff.

"Mr. Fels, I want them all, but I have a condition."

"Mr. Mu, please speak."

"I need a lot of gasoline and diesel. Does Mr. Fels have any channels?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Mu is worried that there is no fuel to drive these weapons. Don't worry. I just have some left. I will give them to Mr. Mu as a clearance."

"In that case, thank you Mr. Fels. Happy cooperation!"

The two sides shook hands and reached an agreement.

After that, the two discussed for a long time until night fell.

Fels politely treated the group to a big meal, and then arranged for someone to take them to a five-star hotel to rest.

As long as tomorrow's payment is deposited into Fels's account, the entire munitions warehouse will belong to Mu Yun.

There are also some worthless gadgets in the warehouse, mostly cold weapons such as machetes, and a few exquisitely crafted Tang swords.

All the miscellaneous things were given to Mu Yun together, which saved Fels himself and Mu Yun trouble.

The next day, Mu Yun asked Chu Antian to transfer the funds from the real estate and financial industries to an account in a Swedish bank, which was exactly 10 billion.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Fels, Mu Yun came to a large warehouse in the suburbs alone.

Looking at the large amount of arms parked inside, Mu Yun smiled with satisfaction.

Especially the 10 intercontinental missiles and three fighter jets, this wave is stable.

"Mr. Fels is indeed an honest businessman."