Rub al Khali Desert!

The sky was gray, and the howling wind seemed to be visible in the distance.

A dozen off-road vehicles were spraying exhaust gas, and the marks of tire pressure were obvious.

Except for three cars owned by Gao Jun, the others were owned by Taylor.

This guy.

The bodyguards are more capable than I am.

When Gao Jun asked him if this was necessary?

The other party said sincerely, "You can't place your own safety on other people's bottom line. The most complex and dangerous thing in the world is just two words: human nature."

…

At this time, Gao Jun was sitting in the Toyota LC70 in the middle of the fleet, taking notes. The sales in the street stall model in the past two days exceeded 320,000 US dollars!

It proves that this road can be taken.

This is just a safe area. If in a war zone, more businesses can be carried out, such as artillery salvo services, spiritual comfort, etc., why don't these banknotes come in a hurry?

"Boss, we are almost reaching Jubail," said Tonikov, who was driving.

Gao Jun responded, clipped his pen into the account book, put it into the inner pocket of his suit, pressed his hands on the chair in front of him, leaned over and saw the city gate, and in the northwest corner, he saw a star.

Tree.

Paul…

Just buried inside.

The arrival of the motorcade caused an interrogation by the soldiers at the door, but when the car in front took out an ID, the other party saluted with a military salute.

Gao Jun also saw an old acquaintance.

Franco, only now he is a captain.

The other party's eyes happened to glance around in the car, and he was startled when he saw Gao Jun. The two looked at each other, and Gao Jun smiled and waved.

"Captain Frago, Captain Frago..."

The lieutenant next to him called out to him, and he came back to his senses.

"What are you looking at?"

"No...it's okay, I just saw an acquaintance."

The lieutenant smiled, disapproving in his heart.

Frago promised that he would never be mistaken and frowned, "Why is he here?"

The motorcade drove into the city.

There are many people of various shapes and colors on the roadside, but most of them are dressed the same.

"There are a lot more mercenaries. It seems that the war situation has become more intense." Gao Jun murmured.

Women are rarely seen among these people.

sometimes…

It is not discrimination against women, but the demands and thresholds of the profession are reducing the presence of women. Only one woman can be found among about 200 mercenaries.

But in 1988, a French media investigation found that the best-selling free-range items in war zones were.

1. Condoms.

Two, sanitary napkins.

Three, lubricating oil.

(Hehehehehe...)

But every year France doesn’t have enough sanitary napkins, and 58.2 million people across the country need them. Oh, by the way, the national population is: 58.2 million.

The eyes of these mercenaries were fixed on the convoy.

They all have a bit of meaning.

Mercenaries can also be bandits sometimes.

The French Foreign Legion were still active rebels at the beginning, but in the end, they were labeled as "French chickens" and were proud of them?

"Hiss, hiss..."

The intercom placed on the decorative panel sounded, "All personnel on alert."

This order was issued too slowly.

As soon as he entered the city, the co-pilot, Barnicles, pulled out the Stechkin aps and turned on the safety. It was a submachine pistol, and it was invincible at close range!

In the back, Alva holds an AS "val" special assault rifle, nicknamed "The Big Wave".

Gao Jun equipped his security team with generous weapons.

Individual weapons: an Asval assault rifle, two pistols, in addition to the Stechkin aps mentioned above, and the Makarov.

The team they formed was equipped with Umbrella's vss sniper rifle.

Such a configuration is very luxurious, okay...

The Whymper team, GRU members, plus two members of the US Special Forces, Gao Jun is an arms dealer, not a mercenary leader, basically in the rear, this is enough.

The motorcade drove to a square in the center of the city.

The place has been requisitioned, a cordon has been set up, and the weapons shipped a day in advance have been separated according to areas.

Tank area.

Firearms area.

Artillery area.

When the car stopped, Taylor's bodyguards quickly got out of the car and took up positions around them. Their posture was quite good, but I don't know if it was just showing off.

Alva got out of the car first and opened the door for Gao Jun. Umbrella and others in the car behind slowly came over.

"Yuri, look, how is it here?" Taylor got out of the car in front and walked over and asked.

Gao Jun looked at it and thought it was very crude.

When I have the opportunity to hold my own weapons exhibition in a big city in the future, I will make a statue of God, and then stand at the door holding an AK47, carrying a bullet belt, and wearing a body armor.

These days, "gods" have to be armed with automatic rifles and pull the trigger while preaching fraternity.

"I think it's too deserted. Where are Kellogg and Selina that we made an appointment with last time? We can ask them to bring more people over and stand next to the tank for $100 a day. If they can sell a product, I can give it to them.

20% commission.”

How can violence not be associated with women?

Especially now that there are so many mercenaries in the city, it is not easy to sell tanks or something. Rifles and bullets are always easy.

Of course, Gao Jun just added this casually.

Can a bitch still sell weapons?

"The custom here..." Taylor said awkwardly.

"Will anyone take care of it? Victor, later you can take some money and go to Captain Frago who is in charge. He will know what to do." Gao Jun turned around and ordered.

Victor is smarter and thinks highly of him.

He responded and drove away in a car with Tonikov and Alva.

"Now there are no obstacles. Sometimes, the premise of our respect for customs is that they cannot affect our interests."

Taylor spread his hands and said, "I will make arrangements for you."

If it were somewhere else, Gao Jun might have captured it, but Jubail was too far away.

He checked his watch and said, "Let's go back to the hotel first. The client I made an appointment for you will probably arrive tomorrow."

"Here..." Gao Jun pointed to the exhibition.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of everything. We'll be in charge during the day. Their troops will be stationed here at night, and I'll send people over. Nothing will happen."

Gao Jun still didn't believe in their combat effectiveness, so he put forward his own idea, "I think all the lights should be turned on here at night. This exhibition will be open 24 hours a day!"

Under the illumination of light, savagery will become restrained and slightly civilized.

Of course, this does not include desperadoes and black dogs, who can make zero-dollar purchases day or night.

But turning on the lights will always make people wary.

If someone really goes to make trouble and a gunfight breaks out, that's something no one person can bear.

Let's see who is so shameless.

Taylor also understood Gao Jun's thoughts and agreed. The boss paid the electricity bill anyway, so what should he be afraid of?

Just as he was about to get in the car, he heard Umbrella calling him, "Boss, there's a phone number."
To be continued...