Two days later.

In the full yellow sand, the wheels rolled up the sunset and chased the sun. Four or five off-road vehicles were driving in the endless desert.

This is Gao Jun's motorcade.

In order to prevent too many people from being targeted, they were deliberately divided into parts. Rabe's group left now and they would meet up in Medina.

Gao Jun sat in the passenger seat and hummed a tune happily. In the past two days, he had gained an eye-opening understanding.

Anything that has anything to do with war can make money!

The “Chinese Dragon” restaurant’s revenue exceeded US$20,000 in just two days!

Liu Lei and the others were so busy that they recruited all the Chinese people near Jaber Air Force Base. You guys don't know how to fry rice, but you know how to chop green onions. Do you know how to package it?

The situation snowballed so quickly that by the time Gao Jun left, there were already 11 staff members in the restaurant.

After it was delivered to the front line on the first day, troops from other countries also learned that Chinese people were engaged in takeout services, so they placed orders one after another and collected a lot of advance payment.

This made Gao Jun understand that food, clothing, housing and transportation were also very profitable ways to make money on the battlefield.

At this moment, the phone in the back rang. Tonikov picked it up and handed it to Gao Jun, "Boss, Taylor."

"Hey!" Boss Gao turned around and took it, smiling and saying, "Hey, man, have you contacted Hammons Sawyer?"

That guy was the former representative of the Liberian warlords, the "tycoon" who bought the T60 from Gao Jun.

"Boss..." Taylor said in a helpless tone, "Hammons was killed by the bomb. I'm afraid there is no way to contact him. Even his boss is dead!"

"???"

When a question mark appears on Gao Jun's head, it means someone else has a problem.

"Lost? What happened? Weren't there tanks? They met the regular army?"

According to the information currently known in Liberia, tanks are almost invincible. As long as they don't encounter large-scale rocket launchers and anti-tank mines, there will generally be no trouble.

Taylor also reluctantly explained the reason and process of the incident. After listening to Gao Jun... MMP's thoughts spewed out.

It turned out that Hammons's boss was a warlord in southern Liberia. He was very powerful and had as many as 20,000 to 30,000 troops under his command, plus tanks, so he felt very proud.

Get ready for a military parade!

Yes, warlords do this stuff.

Moreover, during the military parade, guns were loaded with live ammunition, and even the tanks had artillery shells. So, on a sunny day, when a few black uncles stood on the stage and waved to the people below, the muzzles of the guns were pointed at them.

On top.

Then…

Something went wrong!

The crow flew on the spot.

17 high-level officials, including warlords, were directly killed.

Completely changed the situation in Liberia...

Among those killed was Hammons, who was an invited spectator.

"NMB!" Gao Jun looked embarrassed. He had always thought that such an aggrieved death was far away from him, but unexpectedly, it was right in front of him.

In fact, this method of death is relatively casual.

The famous "Tire Ghost" General Walker was hit and killed by a Korean car.

During World War II, Intalo Balbo, the heroic father of the Italian air force, used his own body to test the firepower of ground air defense forces.

Even Germany has seen its own warships being blown up by its own mines.

It’s normal…

Basic exercises, don't be six, be calm and calm.

Don't act like you've never seen the market before.

Gao Jun's eyes were as wide as bells, "Is there any way to contact other local armed forces?"

He originally contacted Hammons with the intention of starting business in the African market from Liberia, but now, people may be queuing up to drink Mengpo soup.

"Africa is too far away. I have been staying in the Middle East and don't know many people." Taylor's tone was full of helplessness.

Gao Jun frowned slightly and pondered for a moment, "Which place is the most chaotic right now?"

"Africa is in chaos. Civil wars are happening in almost every country now."

"You guys can come up with a plan for me. The countries that are most suitable for us to open up the African market will give me news tomorrow. However, it's best if the country has a larger border. Don't include The Gambia. That would be a complete waste of time."

Tyler: "Got it."

Just when Boss Gao was about to hang up the phone, the other party called again, "Boss..."

"What's wrong?"

"The Soviet Union has issued a wanted order for you!"

This news was much more shocking than the one just now. Gao Jun sat up straight and asked, "When?"

"Two days ago, they believed that you were related to a shooting in Moscow, and they had evidence that you were the murderer behind it. Now they have put you on the global blacklist..."

Pieces from Moscow?

Is that Usoyan?

impossible!

When Boris and the others took action, they did not go through his own orders. Is there any conspiracy? Or is there some change?

Gao Jun's mind was spinning as fast as an engine, but he couldn't figure it out. "I understand, you can find General Zavodsk and he will help me solve it."

On the Soviet Union's Most Wanted List in 1991...

It's like being castrated and working as a eunuch in the palace in 1911, then surrendering to Japan in July 1945...

No panic at all.

Throw some money in, and you will suddenly become a celebrity. Anyway, rich people will never die, the world is so fucked up.

Of course, Gao Jun never denounces this kind of right now, because...he himself is also joining it.

When he hung up the phone, he frowned, folded his hands, and fell into deep thought.

The way back was quite safe, because the US military was bombing the territory of Yinlak, but the whole of Kuwait seemed... unusually quiet.

"Eternal God Emperor"

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the group rushed back to Medina and met Rabe in a hotel.

"Yuri, I have suffered a great loss this time."

The two of them were sitting at a tea table downstairs in the hotel. Rabe's expression was not very good, and his voice was nasal.

Gao Jun glanced at him and knew that the other party was not satisfied with the price he gave.

"What do you want?"

Rabe was shocked. He heard the dissatisfaction in Boss Gao's tone. He immediately thought of Nasser in his mind. He raised his head and said with a pleading tone, "I can completely defeat the tribe with my reputation now, but if

The benefits are not proportional to the effort, and they will even rise up to resist!"

When Gao Jun heard this, he thought it made sense.

"Rabe, the combat effectiveness of your soldiers is too poor. I think you should select some people to form a regular army to be responsible for training, and even pay them a salary. Moreover, I think you need to find a backer besides me.

He has a backer, such as an American." Boss Gao started his deception again, leaned forward and began to give him advice.

"You should join the US military at this time to help drive away the Yinlac people! You must seriously clarify your position and let the United States trust you."

"But...I am a Saudi."

"But you are also the leader of the Bedouin tribe in the desert..." Gao Jun said meaningfully, "After you defected to the US military, you asked them to make you a regiment commander or even a division commander. Even if the troops withdraw, you can rely on this

Your name has been transferred to the Saudi army, but your position is different."

This is called speculation!

China has thousands of years of history, and many elders have started their careers in this way. Rabe was still confused, but Gao Jun took the trouble to teach him.

Just relying on the few hundred people in the tribe is not enough.

"When you have a military status, you don't have to listen to them changing your position. You just say that your faith and family are in the desert, and then you find a way to conquer other Bedouins!"

"Only when you become more powerful, your voice in the desert will be more important, and you will earn more!"

Gao Jun smiled and said, "Of course, this is just an idea I told you, you don't have to take it seriously." He said and took a sip of tea.

Rabe's eyes flashed and he nodded slightly.

The desert is so big that those who live in houses don't need the sky at all, but the Bedouin do!

"Maybe I will be the next Bedouin hero!"

This idea suddenly appeared in Rabe's mind.

Gao Jun is not afraid that it will be difficult to control the other party when it becomes more powerful. He does not need a younger brother, he wants a partner.

Is Boss Gao like that kind of black-hearted capitalist who only exploits others?

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Chapter completed!