The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao took Lucian and his party to see the goods.

This 2S3 plus howitzer was actually stuffed for him by Andreevich. It’s a product from the 1960s. During the Cold War, it was almost used as a stone pier. Anyway, the shape is not bad, yellow-green. The painting and the muzzle seem to be melancholy. The older uncle is the favorite of the younger sisters, especially if he can occasionally take a plane (air transport), it will be a face to take home.

Tang Dao exchanged 9,000 coats for...

"Open the cloth." Tang Dao said to Robert and the others with a cigar in his mouth. The latter quickly climbed up and pulled the dustproof cover away. He turned his head and smiled at Lucien and said, "Please Look, you can sit in and try."

Old Hei murmured to one of the members of the task force, and that person climbed up the front of the car in a state of embarrassment using both hands and feet. Of course, he didn't step on it firmly and slid down, which was very embarrassing.

"Sir, please go this way." Robert held back a smile and gestured towards the other party.

The black man scratched his head honestly, and climbed in from the side. This 2S3 plus howitzer can seat five people, and the space is quite large. Robert is still teaching him the basics of cognition, but it's like... playing the piano with a cow, and the language is not understandable. , plus Old Hei is really too stupid!

Can't understand the most basic.

However, this guy was still very excited. After he came out, he spoke dialect to Lucien, gave a thumbs up, and chattered a lot, and the latter put a smile on his face, "How much is this?"

Tang Dao turned out the album and pointed to the price, "2.1 million dollars, two grenades will be given away."

Perhaps it is because he really has a special liking for the 2S3 plus howitzer, Lucien's face showed a bit of thought, put his fingers behind his back, and counted, "Deal! But we still need something else, let's place an order together."

"Of course, let's go to the office and have a good chat? I still have a bottle of good red wine."

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In the end, Lucian still had a lot of blood.

One 2S3 plus howitzer, twenty SPG-9 recoilless guns, which can be mounted on a pickup truck, and can be regarded as small heavy weapons, suitable for guerrilla warfare, and 100 RPG-7 rocket launchers, twenty boxes Rockets, AK47 also need 600, a few bullets.

A total of 6.7 million US dollars!

When Lucian saw the bill, he almost spit out the red wine, stared, holding the glass, "Did you calculate correctly?"

"Sir, my employees are the most professional. They will never make a mistake. You can take a look." Tang Dao handed him the account, and Lucian took it over and carefully checked it out. The other prices are correct. But this bullet says $2/piece!

Lucian scolded his mother, raised his head angrily and wanted to confront Tang Dao.

But as soon as I saw the other party's eyes, I gave up this idea. It's not because Tang Dao's eyes are so fierce, but because you are discussing the price with an arms dealer who is desperate for money, can the other party back down? Moreover, I am afraid of lying next to your ear and talking to you, for the sake of love and peace.

Anyway, Luke Mazzaro gave himself enough control over himself.

I can still save some from it.

Maybe this is the benefit of studying finance.

Lucian and the others couldn't deliver the goods. Adhering to the principle of serving customers, Tang Dao charged another 70,000 US dollars to help him deliver the goods. This included security, and Jin Dun escorted the team members.

The caring service of the Italian dignitaries protection team!

70,000 US dollars and 500 kilometers, is it expensive?

"Tsk, I'm still too kind." Tang Dao returned to the office, took a sip from his teacup, and muttered to himself. This was heard by Robert and Osborne who followed behind. They looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time Go, pretend not to hear.

"Do you have any good ideas, can you sell the hoarded goods?"

Tang Dao pulled away the chair, sat firmly, and asked with Erlang's legs crossed, with a pen in his hand and frowning.

"Boss, actually, I think we can find an agent." Osborne stepped forward with his head active, his legs resting on the table.

agent?

Not a bad idea.

In fact, they will look for agents from a country as small as a trader, so that they can determine their own interests and make the relationship between the two parties closer. Moreover, it is best for such a person to have a certain status in the local area and be able to speak. Otherwise, if you let other people parachute over and touch the cake of other people's interests, you won't know how you will die.

Like sitting on the throne of the United Nations, who has no proxy?

They even launch proxy wars in order to fight for their own rights.

Is there an agent in Somalia eligible for the Salvation Company?

Those warlords are definitely not good. Tang Dao and his company will not explicitly support one side, so how will they make money in the future?

That can only be the local "famous family?"

Are you looking for cannibals?

"Dong dong!" Tang Dao pointed to the rhythmic table, thinking deeply, the fluff on the corners of his mouth fluttered quietly with his breath, Osborne also held his breath, looked back at Robert, and the latter moved towards him. He shrugged.

"I want a list of high-ranking officials in Somalia." Tang Dao glanced at the two people, and finally settled on Robert, pointing at him, with a soft but firm tone, "Remember, everyone, Including their private lives."

Robert nodded understandingly.

"Also, contact them." Tang Dao put a document on the table.

It read: Hayward Construction Company.

This is a company established in Tshwane, the capital of South Africa in 1978. It is controlled by three Germans. It is mainly active in North Africa and East Africa. It helps some countries build infrastructure or provide assistance to the United Nations. It has a good reputation and a fast construction period. .

There are too many things that need to be adjusted in this airport, including warehouses, dormitories, walls, and even observation decks. As a base, there must be good measures, at least to facilitate future reconstruction.

It's a pity that there are currently no infrastructure madmen active in North Africa.

Robert put away the documents, followed Osborne out of the office, and closed the door behind him.

As soon as he went out, the Brit started to whine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ hooked his shoulders, his facial features wrinkled together, "Hey, buddy, why do you think the boss trusts you so much and leaves everything to you?"

"The boss doesn't like people who are too lazy." Robert paused, and tugged at the other party's beard, "You just need to tidy yourself up, I think it will definitely give people a sense of trust."

Osborn shook his head and saved the beard from the opponent's hand, "Don't move my beard, do you know Michael?"

"Michael?"

"He is my idol, a worker, and his beard is 65cm long. I think it is too sexy. When I return to London, I will definitely make those ladies scream."

"You can make people scream in Somalia, like a ghost."

Robert struggled to touch the opponent's hand, and gently pushed him away, "Stay away from me, sir."

"Fack!" Osborne was taken aback for a moment, then raised his **** behind him, and chased after him.

…

The sound insulation of this bungalow is very weak, and Tang Dao can hear everything outside clearly.

He put his feet on the table and smoked whenever he was thinking about something, and he was addicted to cigarettes. He felt a little strange, maybe he was being cheap, and he was thinking, why didn't other arms dealers bother him?

Somalia and North Africa were once the territory of Italy, and the British were also unscrupulous here.

Those gentlemen are not so tolerant.

The reason why he is high-profile is that apart from advertising, there is actually another aspect, which is to fry some fish.

Tang Dao didn't think that the other party would share the North African market with him.

When there is a conflict of interest between each other, only when the other person falls can they continue. The bloodshed of capital is not just written on paper.

"Could it be, what are you waiting for?"

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