This so-called arms exchange made Gao Jun fully understand that peace in this country will never be possible.

When violence becomes a tool for making money, the human brain will not be able to control its limbs, and greed and desire cannot be limited!

But for arms dealers and speculators, this place is definitely a paradise.

What is the best way to motivate your emotions?

Get angry!

for example…

Put a robe on the sculpture of Maria.

I promise that the Vatican Pope must take out the great sword of ancestors and shout: Long live the Crusader, fight with you, you can't do it, people rely on this to make a living, aren't you going to ruin his job?

Gao Jun walked around the city, and only these adjectives were in his mind.

Crazy, broken, dirty...

"The United Nations is really good. It helped us conduct an international survey. This place is full of words, poor! But I think those bulls sitting in the office don't know what it means to hide wealth from the people." Gao Jun stepped on a cow shit, his cheeks twitched, but he still tried to keep a smile.

“We need us here!”

"But I heard that peace talks are underway in Yemen." Taylor said in a low voice.

"Who said? God? Or the president of the United States? Don't believe these lies. No one is willing to share their rights with others. I often tell myself, don't be afraid of no business. If you meet savages in the primeval forest, what you have to do is teach them how to pull the trigger. I can earn 60 cents with one bullet. No free shipping in remote places, and it is even more expensive. Hundreds of thousands of bullets are enough for me to start a war."

Gao Jun took a deep breath, "For me, it doesn't matter when I die or die there. The most important thing is that business must be done."

"Do you understand?"

Taylor: "You guys are going to open a branch here?"

"I will only invest unless there is an outlet in our hands. Otherwise, where will my ship carrying the arms stop? I don't want the value I have saved up so hard will be bombarded here."

Gao Jun was thinking, if the Soviet Union was gone, could he get an aircraft carrier? Of course, he didn't want anything else. With this size, it would be enough for him to be rampant.

The sea estuary…

What a big ambition!

"Boss, your phone number, from San Francisco."

Gao Jun took it from Umbrella, "Hey?"

"Mr. Huo, why did you think of calling me today?"

"Mr. Gao, when will your batch of goods arrive? I have found all the buyers, and they are waiting for the fight." Huo Bingkun said.

"So anxious?"

"The Italians have urged me several times, and they all live in my restaurant!"

"Okay, I'll arrange to send a batch later. I'll ask me to put it in the plane. You can pick it up by yourself. The rest will be entered from Mexico."

"By the way, ask them if they want a bazooka? The gangster clubs must set off some fireworks when fighting. Soviet goods, fidelity, don't worry, can I still deduct some gunpowder from it? Am I that kind of person? Yes, the power is very powerful, how fierce?"

Gao Jun thought carefully: "After a shot, the White House can restore blackness!" (Leng Zhi, the White House was burned).

"Do you want to try it in San Francisco first? Let's see the sales route. We need to broaden our horizons. I'm in the local area, and people are now using tanks. Yes, rob banks! One sack of sacks and one sack of sacks."

Huo Bingkun was amused and crying, "I'm afraid that Cia will come to him."

"What are you afraid of?! Then give them money, can they not? They deserve to be poor for the rest of their lives."

The most important thing is that don't just give me it out anyway.

However, it is true that shooting each other is considered a shooting case, but if you use a bazooka, it would be a terrorist attack.

At that time, the intensity of strict investigation will be different.

But is the United States lacking outlaws?

Those Africans who keep pouring in are natural criminal experts.

"By the way, Mr. Gao, I went to San Diego two days ago. I heard that the gangs over there were looking for people all over the world, and there were big men who asked to issue a hunt for the world. What's the name of Gao Jun?" Huo Bingkun suddenly said halfway, and stopped talking, and waited quietly.

"The Jianghu hunting order? How much does it cost? Let me see if I can sell myself. I'm short of money recently." Gao Jun said with a smile, not admitting it at all, and he said this.

Do you still use hiding yourself?

"200,000 US dollars!"

"It's less. I'll call Tommanbi tomorrow and ask him to add another zero. Do you look down on me for this little money? I'll let him come and break me up, otherwise, I'll wait for me to go back and find a place to make everyone happy."

"That's the best. The people in San Diego have a deep background. You can call me when you need it."

Gao Jun responded with a smile. When he hung up the phone, his expression was restrained and he squinted. He was a little bit persecuted and paranoid.

Peace talks?

The possibility is not great!

Thorman has seen it better than him. How can one be a big man be afraid of face? When Gao Jun stood there, he was like a minion. How dare such a person swallow his money?

It would be strange if you didn't kill it.

Even if Gao Jun wants to return the money now, will he collect it? The reward of 200,000 US dollars means that he wants face.

"You want me to die? I will kill you first!"

Peace talks?

screw you.

Gao Jun's words were just a fool to Huo Bingkun.

Don't have any fantasies.

Once you enter the industry, please use the greatest malicious intention to guess others.

Now that I have money, some people are willing to work hard.

"What's the matter?" Taylor asked when he saw Gao Jun's expression was cold.

"A customer was urging an order. He said they were playing bridge in their spare time, so he asked me to deliver the goods quickly."

Taylor saw that he was insincere, but the other party didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask much.

It's not good to know too much.

...

San Diego golf course.

Tomman, wearing a polo shirt and suit shorts, gently waved the pole and entered the hole with one goal.

Applause came from the side.

"There is a great progress." A bottle of water was handed over, and it was Edward.

Two victims in Gao Jun’s “black eating black” case walked together.

Tommanby bent over and picked up the ball, stuffed it into her pocket, took the water and drank it, and said thank you with a smile.

"I heard you were chasing Yuri across the United States?"

At the moment of hearing this name, Tommanby's face turned gloomy, "That bitch, I'll cut his head off and insert it into the field like an Indian."

"From the first time I met him, I knew that this Asian was very greedy. He was more eager to succeed than anyone else. Do you know, when I saw him, who did I think of?"

Edward looked at him, "Al Capone."

"He won't be so far! He's not dead to this point," Tommanbi said viciously.

His idol is Al Capone, and he also learned lessons from the other party, such as paying taxes on time.

Even being cheated, Edward seemed very calm, but he still admired Gao Jun a little.

Whose first money is clean?

Did he do more scandals for his first $1 million?

But what is unhappy is that I am a stepping stone.

He has a wide range of channels and I also heard that someone has seen him in Afghanistan. His business is not big or small, but he is also considered a talent.

"Sir, sir!" As soon as the two walked back to the rest area, they saw Tommanby's confidant running over.

He asked the other party to call him his husband outside, which was more stylish.

The name Boss...

Too low.

Tommanbi frowned, "What's wrong? He was in a panic!"

"Miss Catherine is gone, and our people find out she has purchased a flight to Saudi Arabia!"

Tommanby's expression suddenly became stiff.

Because, he knew that Paul was missing in that place, and that Asians who could cannibalize were active here.
Chapter completed!