This little money may not be enough for fuel.

If it were a big arms dealer, forget it, they already had fighter jets.

Gao Jun threw his phone on the sofa, picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, held it, put one hand on his waist, and opened his blocked nostrils, frowned, and thought about how to be safe.

Reduced to Saudi Arabia?

Then contact Rabe and ask him to organize the transportation of manpower? Give him some more money?

But, most importantly, will Saudi Arabia let you land?

Being a boss requires thinking so much.

Think it's really easy to make some money?

Nononuo, his hair is gray.

Just as his head was about to explode, he thought of a name: Moores, the royal member, he hesitated for a while, and he still called the other party, and it was useless to have someone to do it.

"Hey, Mr. Moorsey, good morning."

...

Half an hour later, Chief Gao breathed a sigh of relief.

Moores agreed to his request, but there was also a request, which was to transport Saudi weapons along with them.

That's right!

The army asked an arms dealer to help with the transportation, but there was no reason, but obviously Moores could not say it either.

Gao Jun naturally would not refuse, so he made a decision.

After hanging up here, contact Rabe again.

Anyway, it was nearly an hour and a half in the morning, so I hurried in the house and made a phone call.

All my throat says it's smoking.

I arranged everything and lay on the sofa and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

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