The Strongest Arms Dealer

Sheridan Mitchell looked at Capel Darlene from the sidelines, wishing to answer for her, how much order would his factory have to get to earn so much money?

However, obviously, how ambitious a woman is has a lot to do with her [two tubes]. Darlene is very ambitious, she wants more, this woman is very good at using her own advantages, just look at it, straight He stared at Tang Dao intently, if it were any other man, he might even blush.

Who is Tang Dao?

"Ms. Darlene, do you want to have **** with me?" His sudden and direct sentence pulled back the initiative. Mitchell and his son were stunned, it was too direct.

Darlene frowned, feeling displeased. What she did and being teased were two different things. Most importantly, she felt that the rhythm was not following her own requirements. She stopped pretending and had a showdown, "I want mine very much." Simple, a weapon, I want $5."

"It's impossible, Ms. Darlene, we only have a profit of about 20% on a weapon, and we need to give buyers a lot of profit margins. You have no sincerity at all when you speak like this. I mean it sincerely." Come, otherwise, I am in Kyiv now. Tang Dao clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on the table, making a thumping sound.

Darlene took this as bullshit. How could it be possible that only 20% could make people abandon their conscience and moral constraints, and even not fear legal sanctions, just for such a small profit? Absolutely impossible, someone like Tang Dao Although Darlene doesn't know how much she can earn as an arms dealer, she must be very rich.

She was about to insist on the price increase, Tang Dao continued, "The naming price of the Rifle Association is not so high. If it doesn't work, we can find other departments. I think, this day's business of hundreds of thousands, as long as there is no problem here, Everyone will agree."

Tang Dao pointed to his head, meaning that those who disagreed were brain-dead.

The Rifle Association, civic organizations, and conspiring politicians need them, but the Savior Company doesn't need them. What the company needs are African troublemakers, and these people are all cuter than Darlene.

The dining table was quiet for a while, no one disturbed Darlene's meditation, and the servants beside her walked quietly.

"Okay, I agree." In the end, Darlene agreed. The Rifle Association has too many places to spend money. They need to raise funds for politicians who support them. The money here is at least millions of dollars a year. Energy saving and open source also need to make money.

Tang Dao responded very flatly, as if it was an ordinary business. Of course, the minimum courtesy is still required. He nodded, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

If you are unhappy, it is the fault of the other party anyway. As long as you make a mistake, you have to find a way, how to return the responsibility to others.

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"Ulla!!"

Complex sounds resounded outside Grozny, mixed with screams, screams, cries of pain, and cannon fire.

Standing in the headquarters far behind, DeWitt, who was holding a binoculars, looked ashen. Although he couldn't see anything clearly at night, he could tell from the way the battle was raging on the front line that it was not ideal.

"Dudaev, you madman!" DeWitt gritted his teeth. Who knew that the opponent would suddenly attack at this time, and the third division rushed out towards the front line. This counterattack was a bit fierce.

DeWitt is this is a field hospital, he can see the battle here, it is obvious that Maozi is overwhelmed.

"Why is there no support at this time." The orderly standing on the side couldn't help but say, whoever saw it scratched their heads anxiously.

But at this moment, there was a sudden panic inside the hospital. DeWitt looked back unhappily, and saw the military doctor running up, his tone was terrified, "General, the commander of the 228th Motorized Infantry Regiment is seriously injured. !"

Uh…

DeWitt's first thought was to breathe a sigh of relief, could it be that the war has entered metaphysics, the generals are almost dead, and now it is the turn of the school officer.

Otherwise, the battlefield is so big, to put it bluntly, even if you hide behind, you won't be injured, right? DeWitt's expression changed, "How did he get injured?"

The military doctor had a strange expression on his face, a little embarrassment in his eyes, he hesitated, and under DeWitt's burning gaze, he still explained the reason for the other party's injury.

It turned out that the other party wanted to transfer (escape) in the armored vehicle, but at this time, the driver didn't have the same heart, and the head of the team didn't get up on his foot, so he drove directly, so that the other party fell heavily to the ground. Because there is no one to illuminate the lights nearby, the main reason is that they are afraid of being hit by artillery fire. It was so dark that the car behind didn't pay attention, so it just passed by. Fortunately, luck is good, but these legs are almost useless, and they should only rely on them in the future The wheelchair is gone.

When DeWitt heard the news that the other party was injured, his heart of scolding his mother was extinguished. What could be more sad than this, anyway, the other party is useless.

Moreover, the front line seems to be unable to hold on, and even the regiment leader has been injured. Who is in charge at the front? Da Mao's army is rotten to the bone, you want them to fight back? Impossible, relying entirely on a burst of anger, this anger has been vented, and these men have long since died.

"Try to heal him, **** it." DeWitt said in a muffled voice, and kicked the weeds beside him as if venting, but his feet were slippery, he couldn't stand still, and rolled directly down the hillside.

"General!" The orderly and the military doctor were startled, and they rushed down, but they were obviously relatively round, and they couldn't stop the car for a while, so they rolled directly underneath, knocking their heads on the stone, and they definitely couldn't faint , just holding his head and screaming.

The person in charge of the field hospital was also seriously injured!

The orderly yelled in horror, telling the stretcher to come quickly, and the hospital was in chaos.

And Mr. Minister who is still behind has a serious face, looking at the busy staff officers, his eyes look helpless, he swallowed, his throat and eyes are so dry that he can get angry, but if he can, he would rather his eyes get angry, and then put the person in front of him. Fools were burned to death.

So many people didn't even think about the plan Dudayev would need if he launched a counterattack, so that once the front line was counterattacked, they don't know what to do now.

It's not that Grachev has never experienced war. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com graduated from Frunze Military Academy in 1981. During the war in Afghanistan, he served as the deputy head and head of the paratrooper regiment, and was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. He later served as the chief of staff and division commander of the airborne division. He was awarded the title of major general in 1986. Deputy Commander, Commander.

His resume is good-looking, and he is an important chess piece that determines Yeltsin's victory or defeat. Do you think he is an amateur? He is actually quite fierce, but now the troops he commands are not called the Soviet Union, but Russia.

This is a big difference. In the past seventy or eighty years ago, the Soviets suppressed the Chechens and drove them to the impoverished and lonely Caucasus region. Now, Grachev has an idea, will he be killed? captured?

"Comrade minister, a message from the front line." A staff officer with the rank of lieutenant came over, and the title was still unchanged. Of course, no one specifically emphasized it. Even in the later Red Square military parade, some people called it this way. It's just a habit.

"What news?" Grachev asked.

"The 228th Motorized Rifle Regiment has been captured except for the commander!"

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