The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao said that his mouth was dry, and he took a sip of the mineral water handed over by Osborn, but the white man still didn't pay for it.

"can it be cheaper?"

The white man said this in a very soft voice, obviously embarrassed.

Tang Dao's expression moved, and he looked at the opponent carefully. He was carrying a VZ58 automatic rifle produced by the Czech Ursky Bro German Battalion Arsenal. This gun has almost been eliminated. The latest large-scale appearance was in Eritrea, a West African country. During the War of Independence, the main reason was that it was cheap, the price was less than 200 US dollars, the failure rate was high under special conditions, the muzzle velocity was low and the rate of fire was high.

The English military magazine "Jane's Defense Weekly" (Janes Defense Weekly) once did a very weird comparison experiment.

It is to compare the bombing rate of weapons and firearms in various countries. The VZ58 represents the Czech Republic. In extreme environments, the self-harm rate of this gun is as high as 56.1%! Among all firearms, the last one is the AK47, which is the king of all terrains. It is also because of this information that it caused a storm, and the sales of VZ58 plummeted.

It is also known as: "self-explosive device".

The very teasing nickname caused strong protests from the Czechs.

Most of those who use this kind of gun are unsatisfactory.

And the white man still had a gun pinned to his waist, hiding it, he couldn't see it clearly, but it looked like it was some kind of miscellaneous.

"How much can you pay?"

The white man took out a stack of wrinkled US dollars from his pocket, counted them carefully, looked at Tang Dao, "410 US dollars."

hush...

Some of the onlookers who knew him smiled and said, "Witt, did you spend your money on women again?"

Witt Rodel's face turned red, he squeezed his fist hard, and stared at the idiot who was speaking unkindly, but when he found that there were several teammates standing beside him, he took a deep breath, suppressed his aggrieved feelings, and gave up. He is just a freelance mercenary, and if he conflicts with the other party, he will only be the one who suffers. However, he waved his hand in displeasure, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb, Gul Germany."

Gould smiled and did not refute, just watching the show with his arms folded.

The mercenaries respect the weak and the strong. Although Gould has many people, Witt Rodell is not a vegetarian. When there is no battle, they like to play some small games, such as real people fighting, which is a bit of a prize. Gould also He clearly remembered that the other party used an engineering shovel to slap the head of a Frenchman he had a grudge against into a watermelon, and strangled a comrade in arms who came up to help with his hands.

This is a ruthless man.

It's okay to joke occasionally, but not to make enemies.

He didn't want to be missed by the other party.

"Your money is not enough." Tang Dao shook his head. He didn't run a charity organization, 410 dollars a piece? It all went to grandma's house.

"Can I pay you on credit? I'll give it to you when I get paid tomorrow." Witt frowned, "My daily salary is $400, and I can pay the initial payment."

"Who knows if you will be beaten to death tomorrow?"

Osborne interjected impatiently, "Give me the money, if you don't have money, get out."

The dude's nickname could go from "Ogre" to "Big Mouth," and sooner or later something will happen.

"Shut up!" Tang Dao scolded in a low voice, then raised his head with a smirk, "I'm sorry, sir, the doctor said that my employee has symptoms of Down's syndrome, so ignore him."

Down syndrome is the scientific name for mental retardation.

Witt's face was ugly, he turned around and pushed the person away, but was stopped by Tang Dao, "Shall we change the way?"

"Huh?" Witt stood still, turned his head and let out a chest sound in doubt.

"I'll stay here for two more days, how about I hire you? Two days later, I'll give you an AK47 plus a base bullet." Tang Dao said with a smile.

He had his own ideas, he was unfamiliar with the place, he didn't know much about it, Osborne had a bad mouth, Job could only deliver the goods, he had to find someone who was familiar with the place as a guide, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

When Witt heard it was so good, he hesitated, and agreed directly. He took the VZ58 in his hand, sat on the roof of the BTR-40, and began to smoke in charge. Of course, he did not forget to throw one to Osborne, who I wanted to throw it away at first, but after glancing at the name: CAMEL, I slammed my hand, cursed and put it in my mouth, and shamelessly asked the other party for fire.

"Do you have 7.62 bullets?" Gould asked at this time.

Tang Dao patted the ammunition box under his buttocks, put down his hand that was pinching his nostrils, and rubbed on his pants, "There are 400 rounds in it, worth 400 US dollars."

The price is not expensive. The 7.62MM bullet costs 2 RMB, and it costs 8 RMB. Tang Dao has a conscience. He wants to make small profits but sell more. Anyway, this is a mass product, and the price can only be sold at a low price. Of course, the most important thing is to look at the situation. If the buyer runs out of ammunition and food just during the war, then you can make a good fortune.

The situation of 3 dollars a hair has happened.

The most important thing for a businessman is to judge the situation and learn to add insult to injury.

Gould pointed deeply, "I want two boxes."

As soon as the words fell, the teammates handed over four Franklin cards.

Finally saw the back money first, Tang Dao wrinkled his face with a smile, squeezed the US dollars and knocked on his left hand, listening to the sound of clattering, it was pleasant, tilted his head, glanced away Gould and his party, who had just left, rubbed their chins and had an idea.

"Hush~" Tang Dao whistled at Witt and hooked his fingers. The latter hurriedly pressed the cigarette **** on the roof of the car and jumped off, but didn't know how to address him.

"Just call me Nicholas."

Tang Dao pointed at Gould's back and asked, "Do you know where they came from?"

Wit squinted, UU read www. uukanshu.com said in an uncertain tone, "I heard that he is from Seville, but I don't know the exact identity, but he is quite famous on the Namibian battlefield."

"He is the head of the dog-headed mercenary regiment. Including him, there are 17 people in total, all of whom are veterans. I know one of them. It turned out to be a shooting instructor of the special forces of the Baltic States. To close to 30,000 US dollars, in this battlefield, income occupies the front line."

"Is he very powerful?" Tang Dao folded his hands and asked with interest.

Witt pondered for a while, nodded, and his voice drifted, "Three days ago, the government army launched a surprise attack on a material depot of the rebel army. They were the vanguard and almost penetrated the rebel army's defense line. Moreover, his melee combat ability Very strong, should be studied systematically, even, I suspect that he is retired from an elite army of a certain country."

Tang Dao knew it well, patted Witt on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You know a lot."

"He once invited me to join the dog-headed mercenary group, but I declined." Witt shrugged, as if explaining a fact. In fact, Tang Dao was more curious about him, a down-and-out mercenary with a VZ58 automatic rifle on his back. Bing, with English tattooed on his neck: Rangersleadthewa!

The translation is one sentence: Rangers lead!

This is the slogan of the Yankee 75th Ranger Regiment.

The slogan of each army symbolizes the spirit and glory. Tattooing the slogan on the body may be a kind of showing off.

Witt Rodel is like a man exuding a curious fragrance, full of mysteries and stories.

But he didn't say anything, and Tang Dao didn't take the initiative to ask, because he couldn't hold too much useless garbage in his mind.