The Strongest Arms Dealer

When Conan Klein saw the truck full of firearms piled up like a mountain, his teeth finally turned black.

"This... how many are here?"

Tang Dao looked at Robert, with his hands tied in front of his body, "How much? About 2,500?"

Robert nodded, "To be precise, there are 2,471. Among them are AK47, AK74, AKM assault rifles, and a small number of Makarov pistols. There will be no problems with the performance of weapons."

Conan climbed onto the truck, picked up an assault rifle casually, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and stuck his little finger in through the ejection port. After poking it a few times, he looked at it and found that there was no stain on it. He nodded in satisfaction, and took a shot. I clapped my hands, maybe because of excitement, this business has become much hoarse, "I think, I have to contact my boss."

"Let's have dinner first, the dinner at the airport is delicious."

Tang Dao stood under the truck with his head half-raised, said with a smile, and stretched out his hand to help Conan jump off. The front teeth were all cracked, and one shoulder shrugged, "Thank you very much." After a pause, I couldn't help asking curiously, "How did you get these Soviet goods?"

After Conan asked, he himself felt abrupt. Who didn't hide this purchase channel as a secret?

If other people may expose it perfunctorily, but Tang Dao can fool around, blinking, lowering his voice, pretending to be very proud, "I have someone in the Ukrainian military, I can fix whatever you want , T-80B tank? Tu-95? Or do you want a strategic weapon? As long as you have money, I can get it for you."

The corners of Robert's eyes twitched as he listened behind him.

Doesn't he know the virtues of his own boss? These goods were all bought with counterfeit liquor, and he reminded him every day that he was afraid that Grigory and his gang would be poisoned after drinking it.

If there is someone in the military, it must be an enemy who hates itching teeth.

But Conan didn't know, he was taken aback for a while, and re-examined Tang Dao in his heart, this guy still has a background?

"Little nigga, why do you still want to know my bottom line." Tang Dao felt MMP in his heart, the two looked at each other, and each smiled with evil intentions.

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"Ke...Mr. Konan, next time you come to Ukraine, burp~ I'll take you to Kyiv, I'll say no to that place! Anyone should give me some face for Nicholas." Tang Dao's eyes were blurred, his footsteps were flimsy, and he hugged the black man with his backhand neck, said with a sip of alcohol, and Robert beside him supported him, for fear that he would fall.

And Conan Klein also drank too much, his face couldn't tell, but he started to roll his eyes. Hearing this, he smiled and gave a thumbs up in broken English, praising him for drinking well. Both of them went back to their rooms. Reluctant to leave, if Robert hadn't been so forceful, they might not have hugged each other.

After being dragged back to the room, Tang Dao shuddered as soon as the door was closed, stood firm, waved his hand, and signaled Robert not to support himself, pressed his temple, leaned on the wall with his right hand, and cursed in a low voice, "Fa Ke! This **** black guy can drink so much." He went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, cupped his hands to catch some water, and then waved it on his face. The cold water can make people feel a little more awake.

Tang Dao looked at the sink, and there was not even a paper towel, so he could only helplessly wipe his pants a few times, and said to Robert, "Go to the next door and tell Mr. Gould that I will hire their whole team for three days. And please ask him to help me find some more people, about 30 people, more reliable, the price is 20,000 US dollars per day, and 600 US dollars per day for free mercenaries."

He was still a little vigilant, because the guard force was too small, including himself and there were only three people.

Reputation is self-observed when the social order is stable, and in the third world like Namibia, order is used to trample on it. It is not uncommon to see gangsters eating gangsters. Otherwise, what do you think the hyenas on the African grasslands rely on? So brutal?

I can't be sure, the people in Conan's organization will be swayed, and I should call more people to town. As for whether Gould and the others will have any ideas, so many people will watch, unless they are all colluding.

Robert nodded, opened the door and walked towards Gould's room.

Tang Dao sat on the bed, rubbing his swollen temples, when a long-lost electronic neutral sound suddenly sounded.

[Temporary side mission: sell a weapon worth more than 50,000 US dollars (completion) reward: one personal special skill, one employee (elite), whether to draw? 】

Mission accomplished?

He shivered violently, temporarily forgetting the headache.

"Extract."

I saw a virtual screen in front of me. At the beginning, it was marked as parachute proficiency, then slowly changed, and finally the speed increased. After about three seconds, it paused, and saw the display on it: Krav Krav Art (M3)!

Maga?

Close combat?

Tang Dao came to the spirit, this is not a rotten salted fish, Krav Maga, also known as Israeli martial arts, is a special military fighting technique developed and established by Israel, and it is also a compulsory course for the FBI in the United States. It has been widely used in military and police all over the world department.

M3 proves that Krav Maga has reached the level of a master, which is the highest level known so far.

A bunch of fighting skills flooded into Tang Dao's head, including civilian, military, police, VIP protection, special environment handling and other information. He felt that if he fought with Osborn now, he would guarantee that he would be able to fight against Osborn when the other party punched. Instantly, react and fight back.

【Employee extraction starts】.

Before Tang Dao could digest it, another reward began to be sent.

The different skin colors and races of the people on the virtual interface changed rapidly, and stopped after three or four seconds.

On the head portrait is a Caucasian man with sunglasses and a tough beard. The corner of his mouth is pursed into a smile, but he is very confident. However, the introduction of that person made Tang Dao feel unbelievable.

"John Kansberg, American, nicknamed "Gunpowder". Former U.S. Army Delta A Battalion C Squad Captain, served in the Army for 21 years, retired as a sergeant major, served in the 75th Ranger Regiment, proficient in parachute, CQC and precision shooting, including two Bronze Star Medals, NATO Meritorious Service Medal, US Medal of Honor, United Nations Service Medal, Ranger Parachute Master Medal... He has participated in 31 battles including the Libyan War, with rich experience and calm personality. "

"Gulu."

Tang Dao swallowed his saliva, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's introduction, I dare not write it like this if I fake it, this life is simply too awesome.

Delta squad leader? !

Water?

The most important thing is that he has rich experience. Tang Dao is not a person who can command battles. He has a specialization in art, which requires professionals. However, Osborn has a flawed personality, and Robert is a stuffy bag. In this case, send John. Cansberg, just give me a pillow when I dozed off.

"Then how will he join me?"

"John Kansburg will join the host as a free mercenary," the system said.

Tang Dao's face eased, and he couldn't wait to see each other.

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At this time, Conan Klein was in the room, holding a satellite phone in his hand and talking on the phone. His words were clear. How could he be drunk? This old black is not kind, even pretending to be drunk.

"You mean, that Chinese has a batch of Soviet goods? And tanks?" The voice of the person on the other side of the phone was very thick, as if he was used to giving orders, and he spoke with a bit of momentum.

"Yes, sir. Moreover, the Chinese said that he has connections in Ukraine, and he can buy anything he needs." Conan said softly.

The person on the other side didn't speak, only breathing. It's a bit scary not to speak. Conan felt a lot of mental pressure, but he didn't dare to interrupt the other party's thoughts. The title of tyrant is not nonsense.

"Buy all his weapons and invite him to my birthday party in Central Africa." About a minute later, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke, as if ordering a servant, and hung up without explaining anything.

Conan Klein put away the satellite phone, frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes showed the cunning unique to black people, and he didn't look simple and honest at all.

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