The Strongest Arms Dealer

Hassan locked himself in the office for over thirty hours! It wasn't that no one knocked on the door during the period, but they were all roared and rolled out in embarrassment.

Everyone knows that Hassan is in a bad mood right now.

But seeing him unhappy makes someone happy.

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"cheers!"

Holding the wine glass, Tang Dao lightly touched Basil and the others, and took a sip of the so-called Somali beer, which had a faint smell of urine. He glanced at Basil, but the other party was drinking it with gusto.

Of course, Tang Dao didn't invite them here. Now that the 3rd regiment has just been defeated, Hassan and the whole country of Somalia are in an atmosphere of grief.

The relationship between Tang Dao and Hassan is pretty good, so it's not like there are some moths at this time. It was Basil and Falconer who came to visit.

I brought two bottles of wine and found an excuse.

Naturally, Tang Dao couldn't push the two of them out, so he greeted them in, and asked the chef, Lao Chen, to add another order, which counted as a drink for the few of them.

Basil took a sip of the wine, moved his lips so much that he could see a row of gums, clicked his tongue twice, looked at Falconer again, then took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of his mouth, and began to talk about serious things .

"Mr. Nicholas, the destruction of the 3rd Regiment has left General Hassan without any force in his hands..." Basil sorted out his words, crossed his hands, and put them in front of his lower abdomen. The two index fingers kept tapping each other, looking very Nervous, "I'm afraid he can no longer control the domestic situation. Several other large tribes, including the Ermigo tribe, have clearly expressed their dissatisfaction. Maybe General Hassan will become history."

Tang Dao raised his head and stared at him. There was a half-smile on the corner of his mouth. The old fox staring at Basil felt goosebumps all over his body, but within a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and put the wine glass away. On the table, he lightly rubbed his elbows off the table, and said casually, "I'm just a businessman, we never care so much, as long as we can guarantee the interests of our company, we will always remain neutral whoever we cooperate with."

Basil and Falconer were overjoyed, as long as Tang Dao remained neutral!

Others will naturally be done.

They planned to pull Hassan out of power. Lippmann's death made the gap between the two sides wider and wider. Basil and the others were afraid of Diag Hassan's 3rd Regiment. Now the 3rd The regiment also took a curtain call on the battlefield of Zaire, and Diage even died. If you don't do it now, when will you wait?

"We want some submachine guns, and I hope Mr. Nicholas can recommend them." Falconer said beside him.

This almost made Tang Dao laugh out loud. If he wanted to rebel, he would come to him. Who doesn't know that he has a good relationship with Hassan? Of course, this is only good. The honeymoon period has passed long ago. Tang Dao doesn’t care about his feelings. He used to be a clown at Aidid’s birthday party and sent tanks to hang banners. What about now? Aidid has long been turned into fertilizer.

As long as it is a business, he will do it!

Tang Dao looked at Mister who was sitting on the side, and then at the little angel behind him, "Go to the warehouse and get the batch of German goods we received last time."

The little angel nodded, turned around and left vigorously.

German? seven circles

Basil's face was also filled with joy. In Africa, this German product is a hard currency, but I don't know what it is? He didn't quite understand either. As the chief of staff of Somalia, he hadn't seen many German weapons.

The little angel came back quickly, with three submachine guns on his back, neatly placed on the table.

Tang Dao held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, took the one closest to him, pulled the trigger a few times, listened to the crisp sound, looked at the magazine again, and introduced, "MP5K submachine gun, magazine It has a capacity of 30mm and a full field of 325 mm, which is very suitable for briefcases and other places. It is relatively small, has high lethality, and has a fast rate of fire. It was a German product in 1966."

After putting it down, he picked up the middle one again.

"The MP5SD submachine gun is a special police weapon. It is equipped with police forces from more than a dozen countries around the world. It has outstanding combat capabilities and has a magazine capacity of 30 rounds."

"This last one..." Because the distance is a bit far, Tang Dao pointed, "The classic MP5 submachine gun, the Falkland War, and the Gulf War all have its figure, so I don't need to introduce it, which one do you need? Type? I can give you a 20% discount on the price. However, the quantity is not large, only around fifty."

Tang Dao and other German weapons are not imported from regular channels. These goods are second-hand. Some mercenaries who can't get along or don't want to get along will sell their weapons, and some so-called "war bums" are those Tang Dao has also done small mobile vendors who drive their cars to set up street stalls wherever there is war, and most of these guns are collected from them.

In addition to German weapons, there are also American and British weapons, all kinds of miscellaneous. To put it bluntly, apart from being unable to compare with the third brother Baixiang, he should have the most of this kind of international products.

A qualified arms dealer must also learn to receive goods. The Savior Company has long been on the list of receiving "goods" in the black market.

Of course, some defective products are not needed, but those that can be sold here, although they are second-hand goods, most of them are well maintained, and the price will not treat them badly. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars have to be spent here, and then after some logistics maintenance, these guns can be sold again. If you add more gun oil and put a packaging bag outside, they can be sold as new goods. .

Tang Dao disdain to do this, he is an honest person!

After discussing with Falconer, Basil pointed to the MP5 submachine gun and said, "We need 30 of these, and another 5,000 rounds of ammunition."

"The unit price of MP5 is 1,700 US dollars, and the bullet is 1 US dollar per shot. I take good care of you at this price." Tang Dao looked at Basil and the two and said, seeing that they had no objections, he snapped his fingers at the little angel, " Make a note and help them load the truck."

"No no no, don't be in a hurry now, let's pay first, but we want to pre-store this batch of goods first." Basil said hastily, they are not fully ready yet, and, in fact, he is actually testing Tang this time. An attitude of Dao, if the other party said that Somalia needed peace, then Basil and the others could only withdraw their thoughts, but the other party expressed a very open-mindedness, which inevitably began to cause people's hearts to fluctuate.

In Somalia ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or the vulture has the final say.

"Of course." Tang Dao nodded, "When you need it, or where you want us to send the goods, just tell me."

Basil and Falconer nodded hurriedly. The two got the answer they wanted, paid the money readily, wrote a check, and then left with a smile. Tang Dao asked Mister to send them out.

Tang Dao picked up the check and flicked it, the sound was quite crisp.

"Boss, they're leaving." Mist also came back and said with a serious face, "Boss, I don't quite understand, shouldn't a stable Somalia be what we need?"

"Hehehe." Tang Dao laughed twice and stood up, "Do you really think they can succeed? Hassan can achieve this position, not by trust, and Basil and the others don't look at it." Seeing who I am, I just want to sit there? A little naive, but Hassan has been a little unfriendly to us recently, let him understand that Somalia cannot do without the savior, and Hassan cannot do without me, Nicholas! Here , as long as he is obedient."

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