This so-called weapons exchange made Gao Jun completely understand that peace would never be possible in this country.

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

But for arms dealers and speculators, this place is an absolute paradise.

What's the best way to boost your mood?

Activate the rage!

for example…

Dress the statue of Mary in a robe.

Guaranteed, the pope in the Vatican will have to take out his ancestral sword and shout: Long live the Crusaders, I will fight you to the death, I can’t do it unless I fight, people rely on this to make a living, aren’t you destroying their jobs?

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

Crazy, dilapidated, dirty…

"The United Nations is really good. It helped us do international surveys. This place is full of one word, poor! But I think those idiots sitting in the office don't know what it means to hide wealth among the people." Gao Jun stepped on a cow.

Shithole, his cheeks twitched, but he still tried to keep smiling.

"We are needed here!"

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

"Who said that? God? Or the President of the United States? Don't believe these nonsense. No one wants to share their rights with others. I often tell myself, don't be afraid of running out of business. If you meet a savage in the virgin forest, you must

What I do is teach them how to pull the trigger. I can earn 60 cents from one bullet. Postage is not free in remote areas and is 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 or where I die. The most important thing is that I have to do business."

"Do you understand?"

Taylor: "You're opening a branch here?"

"Unless we have an outlet to the sea, I will invest. Otherwise, where can I park my ship carrying arms? I don't want my hard-earned value to be bombarded here."

Gao Jun was wondering if he could get an aircraft carrier if the Soviet Union disappeared. Of course, he wouldn't need anything else. With its size, it would be enough for him to be unscrupulous.

The outlet to the sea…

What a big ambition!

"Boss, your phone number is in San Francisco."

Gao Jun took it from Umbrella, "Hello?"

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

"Mr. Gao, when will your batch of goods arrive? I have already found a buyer, and everyone is waiting for a fight." Huo Bingkun said.

"So anxious?"

"The Italian guys have urged me several times, and they are all staying in my restaurant!"

"Okay, I'll arrange to send a batch over later. I'll let my little brother put it on the plane. You can pick it up yourself. The rest will be imported from Mexico."

"By the way, ask them if they want a rocket launcher? You have to set off some fireworks when gangs fight. It's a Soviet product. It's genuine. Don't worry. Can I still take out the gunpowder inside? Am I that kind of person? Yes.

, the power is very violent, how violent?”

Gao Jun thought about it carefully: "Once it is fired, the White House can return to black!" (Trivia, the White House was burned down).

"Should we try it in San Francisco first? Let's see the market. We need to expand our horizons. Where I am, people are now using tanks. Yes, to rob banks! One sack after another."

Huo Bingkun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm afraid the CIA will come to my door."

"What are you afraid of?! Then just give them money, and they still want it? They deserve to be poor the rest of their lives."

The most important thing is just don't confess me.

But it is true that shooting at each other is considered a shooting, but if a rocket launcher is used, it is a terrorist attack.

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

But, is there a shortage of outlaws in the United States?

Those African Americans who are constantly pouring in are natural criminal experts.

"By the way, Mr. Gao, I had a younger brother go to San Diego two days ago. I heard that the gangs there are looking for people all over the world, and the big boss has said that he will issue a killing order. What is Gao Jun?" Huo Bingkun suddenly said half-finished

, I won’t say anything anymore, just wait quietly.

"A fatwa? How much does it cost? I'll see if I can sell myself. I'm short of money recently." Gao Jun said with a smile, not denying it at all. He had reached this point.

Do you still use Hide yourself?

"$200,000!"

"Less, I'll call Tomambi tomorrow and ask him to add an extra zero. Why do you look down on me with this small amount of money? If you have a temper, let him kill me. Otherwise, just wait for me to go back and find a place where we can all be friendly.

Make money."

"That's the best. People in San Diego all have strong backgrounds. You can call me when the time comes."

Gao Jun responded with a smile. When he hung up the phone, his expression condensed and his eyes narrowed. He was a bit paranoid about being persecuted.

Peace talks?

The possibility is not high!

Tommen has seen more than him. How can a big boss be shameless? When Gao Jun stood there, he was like a minion. How dare such a person take his money?

It would be weird not to kill him.

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

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

Peace talks?

screw you.

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

Don't have any illusions.

Once you are in the industry, please use the utmost malice to speculate on others.

Now that I have money, there are many people who are willing to sacrifice their lives.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Gao Jun's cold expression, Taylor asked.

"A customer was urging me to place an order. He said that they were too busy playing bridge and asked me to deliver the goods as soon as possible."

Taylor could tell that he didn't mean what he said, but the other party didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It's not good to know too much.

…

San Diego golf course.

Wearing a polo shirt and suit shorts, Tomambi gently swung the stick and hit the hole with a ball.

There was applause from the side.

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

Two victims of Gao Jun's "black and white" case walked together.

Tomambi bent down to pick up the ball, stuffed it into his pocket, took a drink of water, smiled and said thank you.

"I heard that you are hunting Yuri all over the country?"

As soon as he heard the name, Tomanbi's face turned gloomy, "That bitch, I will cut off his head and stick it in the field like an Indian."

"From the first meeting with him, I knew that this Asian was very greedy. He wanted success more than anyone else. You know, who did I think of when I saw him?"

Edward looked at him, "Al Capone."

"He will not reach this point! He is not destined to reach this point." Tomambi said viciously.

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

Although he was also tricked, Edward seemed very calm and actually admired Gao Jun a little.

Whose first money was clean?

Did he do many more scandalous things for his first million dollars?

It's just that I'm unhappy because I'm a stepping stone.

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

"Sir, sir!" As soon as the two of them walked back to the rest area, they saw Tomambi's henchman running over.

He asked the other party to call him husband outside, which would be more polite.

The title boss...

Too low.

Tomambi frowned, "What's wrong? You're in a panic!"

"Miss Catherine is missing and our people discovered that she purchased a ticket to Saudi Arabia!"

Tomambi's expression suddenly stiffened.

Because he knew that Paul disappeared in that place, and that the cannibal Asians were active here.
Chapter completed!