Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Dreams are sometimes vague and unreal.

It may be that there is no trace of a dream, or it may fly in the vast world, or even become a superman, punching and kicking anyone who doesn't like it.

But Peng San had never had such an absurd dream.

Never.

The roaring convertible military jeep roared and drove towards the central area of ​​the garrison base. On the snow-covered road, armed personnel carriers parked one after another, making people dazzled.

The armored vehicles of the entire armored division are neatly arranged hundreds of meters long, covered in dark green under the snow, but people can still feel their vigor and arrogance from the heart.

Missiles and non-missiles are displayed in the vast central area of ​​the defense. The five-meter-long white ones represent terrifying lethality.

Gradually, the car slowed down and drove slowly. A senior colonel in his forties on the co-pilot turned around and started talking to Peng San.

"What do you think of this? Buy three get one free."

FUCK.

What the hell do I want this shit for?

Lao Tzu is here to travel.

Involuntarily, Peng San looked at Zheng Zheng who was next to him. Now, he couldn't figure out if he was dreaming.

If it wasn't a dream, how could he openly enter other people's garrison base? If it wasn't a dream, how could he see these things.

Zheng Zheng is not bad, after all, he has seen big scenes. In Angola, he personally boarded the main armored vehicle of the Allied Forces. However, the good things are limited.

Three hundred thousand dollars for an armored vehicle is simply the price of cabbage.

Cheap, really cheap.

Without even thinking about it, Zheng Zhengbi made an OK gesture.

The senior officer in the co-pilot was very happy, and it was really cool that a pile of scrap iron could be sold for so much money.

Soon, the car drove into the anti-bomb bunker area in the center of the base. As the car stopped, a group of people walked to the bunker area.

The heavy mountain rock steel structure bunkers, one of the bunkers has a huge steel door open, and a dark green armed military helicopter parked quietly inside the bunker.

The Mi-24 "Hind" armed helicopter can carry a large number of missiles, rockets, etc., and can also carry infantry to fight. It is a very fierce aerial killer.

Of course, that was before.

The current Mi-24 "Hind" is a pure piece of scrap iron.

"Do you want to try?"

try?

Peng San felt that his mind was going to be disconnected.

Can you try this too?

Twenty minutes later, the never-started gunship rose into the sky, and the sound of the propellers drove away the feeling of sleep and made people feel real.

"Dude. Click here."

Under the guidance of the helicopter pilot, Peng San moved his finger to a red button.

"That's right. Here it is. Now, press down."

By coincidence, Peng San clicked the red button, and then, a 57mm rocket was launched. The strong firing speed caused the armed helicopter to suffer a shock, and it couldn't help shaking slightly.

boom--

The rocket hit the Garsang off-road vehicle 200 meters away, and it was blown into the air immediately, bursting into fiery red flames, and the surrounding doors and windows were blown to pieces. The violent explosion sounded, sweeping through the air wave, raising a puff of thick smoke, and the air wave also carried the high heat generated during the explosion, making people feel the horror of destroying everything.

This really isn't a dream.

Everything happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

Peng San couldn't help but swallowed the saliva in his mouth, he no longer knew whether he was crazy or the world was crazy. This is the most powerful country here, he actually played with a gunship here like a toy, and even pressed the rocket launcher with his own hands, it's just crazy.

"Brother. You have seen the effect. Two hundred thousand dollars, no discount."

"OK."

"Ha ha."

"."

The colonel laughed heartily, and the joy in his eyes was clearly visible.

Forty-five years of the Cold War plunged the East and the West into a fierce arms race and confrontation. After Star Wars, the most powerful weapon in human history was created here.

However, war never really broke out.

In the No. 4 weapons warehouse, densely packed Nikov submachine guns are placed on the weapon rack. The dark gun body reflects the faint luster under the light, which makes people feel frightened.

But Bobby didn't feel any shock, only indescribable surprise.

The environment can often determine a person's ideals.

Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko's father, Boris, is a Jew. He and his wife live in Georgia. Poppy is their only child.

Bobby's childhood dream was to become a factory manager, which meant that he could gain people's respect and special power. Under the conditions of a planned economy and a shortage economy, these respects and privileges are very specific and vivid. It may mean bread and milk, or it may mean cars and big houses.

On the other side are endless shopping queues and all kinds of distribution notes.

In order to realize this dream, Bobby wants to become an elite under the existing social conditions and rules of the game. He has been a good boy since he was a child.

Until, the Georgian Civil War broke out.

Bobby's parents died in the flames of war.

Since then, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko's ideals have changed.

He wanted to be rich because he felt that poverty was the cause of the civil war, and poverty had no right to life.

So many guns, as long as they are sold, they are all money.

"Uncle. How many guns are there here?"

How many guns?

There is so much equipment for one warehouse and one battalion that it is impossible to count it all at once with the naked eye.

Dimich Kurishenko took a sip of his wine, picked up the library book and glanced at it.

"Fifty thousand sticks."

Bobby was taken aback, somewhat disbelieving what old Kurishenko said.

"Fifty thousand? I don't think there must be fifty thousand. It seems pitifully small. There are only ten thousand at most."

The old Kurishenko couldn't help but wondered if he was drunk and misread it. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the statistics again.

fifty thousand.

"That's right. It is indeed fifty thousand. It was counted not long ago. It can't be wrong."

Bobby was amused by the seriousness of old Kurishenko.

"Uncle. As much as we say is as much, who knows there will be a difference?"

"."

Old Kurishenko was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while.

Bobby let out a deep sigh.

"A battalion only has 10,000 guns, and your inventory is pitifully small. I think you should go to the factory to order."

"."

For wealth, the Jews have an incomprehensible attachment to ordinary people.

As Soros said, among the Jewish people, never borrow money from relatives or friends, even if they have big gold teeth inlaid in their mouths.

Walking out of the weapon warehouse and looking at his GAZ off-road vehicle that was blown to pieces, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko felt like he was going crazy.

It was an old car he bought for 5,000 rubles. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it had always performed very well. Now, it had turned into a scorched scrap of iron.

"Damn Ravitch, it's my car, how can you let them blow it up."

Staring, with veins on his neck, growling.

Bobby's acting skills can be said to be impeccable.

But as an agent, the basic skill is to see through the hearts of others.

Peng Er simply opened the suitcase he had been carrying all along.

The empty suitcase was one kilogram, and now it weighs five kilograms. Inside, there are stacks of neat dark green banknotes.

Dollar.

All in dollars.

A whole million dollars.

In an instant, Bobby's eyes were all green, he hugged Peng Er excitedly, and said sincerely.

"My dear Marchat, you're my best friend, and what's a Pogas."

After a pause, Poppy added in a low voice.

"What else do you need, I will persuade uncle to agree to you."

"Man, are you selling it?"

"."

sell?

In the office, the old Kurishenko stroked the brand-new banknotes, with hesitation in his eyes. They were all his personal soldiers brought up by himself, and this damn bastard actually asked him to sell them out.

"Uncle, you can't be so selfish. Everyone has a family, how can you bear to watch the families of the soldiers you love most suffer from hunger and cold in the wind and snow."

"Uncle, this winter is very cold. Without vodka, without coal, how are they going to survive this winter?"

"Uncle, why don't you ask them what they mean? A salary of two thousand dollars a month. God, I really want to sell myself if I can."'

’ In just one year, you can buy a luxurious seaside villa, and in only half a year, you can buy a luxurious imported car. "

"."

Half an hour later, Bobby walked out of the office with a smile on his face, and soon arrived at the place where everyone was chatting.

"Dear Mashat, you have to thank me. I helped you convince my uncle. However, he has a condition. If you want someone, you can, but you have to buy a million dollar big guy. Man, you can give it to you for free .”

Peng Er seemed to be blown away by this maddening request.

"Damn it. We can't ship that thing, so what's the use of it. It's not even as popular as an AK."

Little Kurishenko is a born businessman, and he keenly grasped the problems in Peng Er's words.

"This, I have tried my best. But this is my uncle's request, if you are worried about transportation, he can send a transport ship"

"Damn. I don't want anything, we just need fighters."

"Hi. Dude, this is my uncle's request, you know, he can't change it."

"."

It's a pity that the old Kurishenko is not here, otherwise he will definitely curse. 'I said everything, when did I say such a thing. '

The violent blizzard submerged the whole of Moscow under the snow.

The whistling wind, the vast white world, and the meter-long ice cone under the eaves made people feel the extreme cold breath clearly.

However, for the wealthy people in the Lublevka Manor villa area, the cold winter is always a rare time to rest.

In a three-storey dome villa, heating fills all the rooms, and the warmth is everywhere, making people feel like they are in the most beautiful spring.

The largest bedroom in the villa, the bright yellow carpet on the floor is spotless. Anran Kardashian hugged her legs with both hands, leaning forward slowly, following her slender waist continuously leaning forward, with long blond hair Soon it touched the slightly hot carpet.

An incredible scene appeared, like a water snake twisting, she raised her fair and slender neck, passed her head between her legs, and bent to the back in a posture that ordinary people could not do at all.

Standing behind Kardashian, Shen Jiannan swallowed hard the water in his mouth. It's not that he has never seen Kardashian do such a difficult move, but this is the first time he has seen her doing this kind of move now.

As if amused by Shen Jiannan's funny look, Kardashian's extremely three-dimensional beauty face, white teeth lightly biting her lips, showed a charming smile, and her blue eyes were full of charm and ridicule.

"boss"