Night shrouded the sky.

But the port is still brightly lit.

You can see all kinds of people hurriedly carrying goods down from the ship, and then carrying boxes of goods that read: Military Supplies up.

"Old Chen, how about working with me in the future?"

On the deck, Gao Jun handed the captain a cigarette and asked with a smile.

The other party was a man about 40 years old, who had been running boats for a long time, with dark skin. He wiped his hands on his clothes, smiled, and took the cigarette respectfully with both hands. Hearing Gao Jun's words, he looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I will talk to Akun. How about I give you 10,000 US dollars when I go to sea in the future?"

Lao Chen's hand shook. With the money back to his hometown, he could build a small western-style house and let his son marry a good wife. He could even repair his father's small grave.

Isn’t this what people live for?

"Thank you Mr. Gao, thank you Mr. Gao."

"But the ugly talk comes first. I don't like others to gossip." Gao Jun said.

"Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. If anyone asks, I will tell you that you are dumping equipment."

Gao Jun nodded with satisfaction, "Go and get busy."

Looking at the opponent's back, Gao Jun took two puffs of cigarette from his nostrils, threw the cigarette butts on the deck, pressed his toes hard, put his pockets in his hands, and went down the spiral staircase.

Then Anatole was heard roaring at a captain.

"Be careful, this is full of liquor, don't break it."

The captain nodded quickly and squatted down with his comrades to put the knocked over liquor back into the box. I have to say that the hardness of this bottle was pretty good.

"Don't be so angry, it's easy to get old." Gao Jun said with a smile. When he was given a cigarette and it fell in mid-air, he squeaked, bent down to pick it up, and handed it over to another cigarette.

"This is too frivolous to do." Anatoly held a cigarette in his mouth, leaned his head over, held the flame of the lighter to light the cigarette, and said casually, "You can make a lot of money from this batch of goods."

"A little fight."

Anatoly glanced at the tank that was driving up...

Tell me, is this a small fight?

When Israel was founded, there was only one tank...

"With so many tanks, this freighter can't transport them."

Gao Jun nodded, "I asked Umbrella to keep it. The colonel helped me contact a shipyard. They have large cargo ships waiting to leave tomorrow."

Anatoly responded, coughed, and spat thick phlegm onto the ground, "Yuri, help me bring more TV sets next time, and the colonel's house needs a dog crate."

"television?"

"Dog crate?"

Gao Jun glanced at him in surprise, and Anatole spread his hands in embarrassment, "It exploded again yesterday."

It’s funny to say that we can launch satellites to Mars, we can build the most advanced tanks and cannons in the world, but we can make television sets that often malfunction.

More than 5,000 explosions occurred in 5 years, killing hundreds of people...

They must have put bombs on the heat pipes, so they should be on the battlefield.

"Where's the colonel?" Gao Jun glanced around and saw no one.

"I heard there is news from Moscow again. He went to a meeting. I hope there won't be any more bad news."

I am afraid…

Worse is yet to come!

Gao Jun said, "Okay, but it should be next year. It's almost November, and business will be very busy at the end of the year."

"It's okay, just keep it in mind." Anatole said.

At this time, Victor came down and told him that the first batch of goods had been loaded and was ready to go.

"Uncle Anatoly, I'm going to leave first. Help me tell Colonel Diegotsky that we can cooperate next time."

"Okay, bye."

Gao Jun stepped onto the boat and waved to Anatole, Umbrella, Barnicles and Alva below.

They will escort the second batch of weapons to their destination.

In the dark night, the ship disappeared into the port of Tallinn.

…

One month later!

Yes, the bird stinks again.

What remains unchanged is that they are still floating on the sea.

On the deck, Gao Jun was disassembling and assembling an SVD sniper rifle under Tonikov's guidance. As an arms dealer, you don't have to go to the battlefield, but at least you have to let others see that you are a professional.

You have to be able to dismantle a gun.

The most important thing is that there are no activities on the ship, so we can only pass the time like this.

"1 minute and 27 seconds!"

After Gao Jun finished his uniform, Victor, who was stuck next to him, cheered first. This guy has a talent for admiration.

"Boss, your hand speed is already very fast." Tonikov said.

Although it does not have a pso-1 scope installed.

But this thing is too expensive, and it makes me feel distressed when I encounter it.

Gao Jun plans to sell it cheaper, 1,200 US dollars, of course not counting the rifle, just the scope.

Every dog ​​knows what is the most important part of a sniper rifle.

Gao Jun also smiled and spit out the cigarette butt that was almost burning in his mouth. "Soviet products are simple and clear, not as fancy as American products."

As for weapons, the most important points are strong firepower, fast rate of fire, and long duration.

American guns are like bitches under the feasting lights, full of HIV!

Made in the Soviet Union, the leather is durable and durable.

To be honest, Gao Jun still prefers Soviet products for his current customer positioning, especially if he wants to develop the African market in the future, where...

Bullet repair geoengineering is more complicated.

clang clang clang.

While several people were talking, Bancroft, who was serving as an observer, shook the alarm bell with a solemn expression, "Boss, an unknown raft has been spotted ahead."

Gao Jun immediately got up and stood on the deck, holding a B-3 telescope and looking into the distance. Sure enough, he saw four assault boats rushing over in front of him.

There are no signs hanging on it yet.

Tonikov said calmly, "This is located in the Bab el-Mandeb Strait, and Yemeni pirates are very rampant..."

Before he finished speaking, a gunshot was heard, and Bancroft next to him quickly pulled Gao Jun to squat down.

"Fuck! Robbery, robbed the arms dealer?"

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Gao Jun hid behind the baffle and said loudly, "Victor, go take out the RPG. Scottis and I will go lift the PKM. Guys, let them see, they have encountered a problem!"

Just the cargo on this ship...

You can raise an army by placing it anywhere. Of course, Yemen is not easy either. About 15% of the world's firearms are here. The market is huge, with an average of three guns per person.

These people still have money.

When he became more powerful and capable of planning a war on his own, Gao Jun launched a "loan" and used his ID card and valid household registration to receive an AK47. Of course, he had to be guaranteed by someone.

Think about it…

The entire battlefield, looking over, is full of debts!

They are all working for Gao Jun, which is exciting just thinking about it.

However, for now, let’s fight off these bastard pirates.

Victor came over carrying four launch tubes on his left and right sides, and also carried an ammunition pouch on his back, which could hold four shells.

"Give it to me!" Tonikov took the launch tube and shouted to Victor, "Don't stand behind me!"

The little rookie nodded hurriedly.

Tonikov skillfully loaded the shells, stepped on the pad with one foot, and turned on the mechanical sight. The target, crosshair, and rear sight were three dots and one line, just like shooting.

For Tonikov, he is more skilled in shooting rockets than finding a woman. He quickly locks the target and launches it!

A deep purple flame erupted, and with a harsh and unpleasant sound, the fastest assault boat was blown apart.

Did you see...

If you run too fast, you may not be able to eat shit.

Gao Jun and Scottis came out with pkm machine guns, clamped the muzzles of the guns on the railing, and started roaring with angry flames at the "robbers".

Cartridge casing…
Chapter completed!