After all, dollars can really change your skin tone.

If a black man has money, he is called "Green Book", or in other words, a pioneer of racial freedom.

White people still have priority to a certain extent.

"Is this a good deal?"

Gao Jun just smiled, changed his support legs, and leaned on the jeep so that he could relax more. "There are only 1,600 rocket launchers in total. We don't even need the shells. They don't cost much. My plane costs a lot of fuel."

."

Speaking of airplanes, Rabe sighed again.

"Every time I see you, you always bring me surprises."

"I just got lucky."

"Not everyone can have luck, Yuri, luck is also a part of strength."

Gao Jun did not refute this statement.

If you don't have the strength, luck will not come to you.

"Help me get to my destination. Do you want money or weapons?"

"The border has not been peaceful recently. The Iraqis have been very active recently. I had conflicts with several of their troops last month and killed more than 60 people. The 107 rocket launchers are very good. I want to add more."

"It seems that your De Fitul tribe is developing well." Gao Jun glanced at him, and he could feel Rabe's ambition. There was no tribe in the entire Rub al-Khali Desert that could conflict with him.

A salvo of 107 rocket launchers, as long as they don’t encounter government troops...

Even if it encounters an encirclement and suppression by the Saudi army, it can still run away!

"But I'm sorry, Rabe, those are Chinese goods and I don't have them here. But if you need them, I can send someone to Afghanistan to purchase some. You know, I have business there."

Lu En is still eating yellow sand there.

"Of course, I absolutely love them," Rabe said.

"OK, I'll contact you when I receive it." Gao Jun winced and was smoking in the car. He smoked the last half and threw it on the ground. "I won't let you suffer this time either."

He pointed at the An-12 as he spoke, "There are two NSV heavy machine guns inside, all given to you. I see you also have a few pickup trucks. I can help you modify them for free. How about fixing the heavy machine guns on the back of the truck?"

Do you know about the pickup truck war?”

Rabe's eyes lit up, "Of course! When I was studying abroad, what I cared about the most was the art of war command. I've also heard of Hassan James."

An art student who loves war.

Gao Jun had such an old story and didn't know whether he should spit it out.

But luckily you didn't lose.

The Hassan James mentioned by Rabe is actually a famous "Chadian" general. If you don't know this country, please search it yourself.

When Cardano invaded Chad, France assisted the latter with 400 Toyota pickup trucks. Hassan James led 3,000 people to launch a surprise attack on the Libyan garrison in Fada. The local Libyan garrison had about 1,200 people and 105 equipment.

T-55 tanks, 51 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, and an army of 400 servants.

"Milan" anti-tank missiles are installed on the pickup truck.

This battle should be the first "recorded" battle of the Pickup Truck War. In this battle, James only lost 18 soldiers at the cost of 3 pickup trucks. He defeated the Libyan defenders and wiped out 784 Libyan soldiers and 92 soldiers.

T-55s, 33 BMP-1s, and another 13 T-55s, 18 BMP-1s, and 6 Italian-made fighters were seized, and 81 Libyan soldiers were captured. From then on, Toyota pickup trucks became famous in the first battle. Among them, the most

The most popular pickup truck model is Toyota's "Hilux". It does not have the giant stature of American pickup trucks, but is moderate in size, flexible in driving, and sturdy and easy to use.

The rich have their own wars, and the poor have their own ways of playing.

Gao Jun has long wanted to start this business of renovating pickup trucks, otherwise why would he bring people from the logistics department here?

I just plan to go to Africa to see if I can do some business.

First, examine the market, then find a cooperative manufacturer and order a pickup truck. Toyota is not cheap, but ZTE’s pickup truck is completely worth considering. In RMB, the price is more than half cheaper than Toyota!

What about the Great Wall?

Of course, these are all things for later.

"In the desert, the mobility of a pickup truck is more suitable. On the contrary, if the track of the tank encounters mines and the like, it will be scrapped and become a target. If you have this idea, I will modify it for you for free, which is considered as the cost of this time.

How about it, I will provide all the parts and weapons."

Mainly... Gao Jun wants the logistics department to practice and become familiar with it first.

Gao Jun also gave attendance subsidies to this group of people, telling them that they were in greater danger. If they died, they would get subsidies, but they were not much, with an average of 1.7 million rubles per person. But if they signed up, they would be given priority for promotion!

Moreover, the salary is 1,400 rubles more per day, which is 20 US dollars.

Capitalists should not draw the pie, but directly give it to them, and there will be many mouths willing to come over and eat it.

Rabe thought for a moment, shook hands, and said, "Deal!"

Gao Jun raised his hand and called Tonikov over and explained. The latter looked at Rabe, who smiled gently at him.

"Can we contact an auto repair shop here? You know, renovation requires space." Gao Jun turned around and asked.

"I can buy it. The auto repair shop won't charge much."

Well, this is the way of big dog owners.

"I want to keep them safe."

"Don't worry, I will send tribal warriors here. No one will disturb them. The local government will give me this face." Rabe said very calmly, but with strong confidence in his tone.

Gao Jun half-joked, "Looks like I have to call you the King of the Desert."

"Hahaha, that's still early."

This title obviously spoke to his heart. The corners of Rabe's eyes twitched, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After Gao Jun gave Tonikov a few instructions, he went to make arrangements.

"Has your nephew done it?"

Rabe lowered his head, twisted his neck, and his smile slowly faded, "He died, drowned."

Gao Jun's brows jumped.

"He died in a bathtub in a hotel in Riyadh. When I received the news, I saw his body and buried him according to tradition."

"You are such a good uncle, please forgive me." Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Everyone is very hypocritical. Although adults want to save face, they all know very well who is the real beneficiary after the death of Nasser's only son.

Perhaps, Rabe pressed him into the bathtub with his own hands?

But dead people have no value.

This topic has been briefly touched upon.

In about half an hour, all the goods were loaded onto the trucks. Rabe brought in 6 medium-sized trucks. To ensure safety, 60 "soldiers" from the tribe were dispatched.

They are armed herders.

"Yuri." Rabe called out from the passenger seat of the jeep, "Can you leave?"

Gao Jun's expression looked like he was constipated.

Because he had never seen the Saudi weapons that royal family member Morsay said he helped transfer, not even his contact person.

"Wait a moment, I'll make a call."

"Damn it!" Gao Jun cursed, and his nostrils were blocked again. Strangely enough, maybe it was due to the location. This place was very hot, and the corresponding cold was much better.

He put his left hand on his waist and started pressing the buttons with his right hand. When the call was connected, Gao Jun had to endure the discomfort in his voice, smiled and said thank you, and then asked why the goods he mentioned hadn't arrived yet.

?

"Not here yet?" Morsai was also surprised on the other end, "I'll contact you."

"Okay, sir."

Gao Jun was quite civilized. After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Rabe behind him. He was sitting in the passenger seat with his legs crossed and flipping through a magazine in boredom.

About five minutes later, Morsay's call came back. His tone was very unpleasant, and his voice was a little hard, "Please wait another hour, they are on their way here!"

"Did they have any problems? Do they need help?" Gao Jun asked enthusiastically.

Who knew that Morsay's voice on the other end was stuck, and he became silent, and then said casually, as if perfunctory, "It's okay, just wait a moment."

Gao Jun listened to the busy tone on the phone, his eyes dull.

God!

Can you be more reliable?

At this time, Morsay also looked depressed.

He smashed the phone on the carpet worth tens of thousands of dollars. The sound frightened a little lion lying not far away. The other party lazily raised his head, looked at Moore, and then walked over in a very humane manner.

, rubbed his knee with his head.

After touching his pet, Morsay's expression finally softened a lot.
To be continued...