"Tell me, if I throw a grenade at this time, does it count as a terrorist attack?" Gao Jun turned to look at Tony and asked.

"Maybe, as long as you don't admit it like those fools, plus you run fast, there is no surveillance here."

"What you said makes sense."

Gao Jun shrugged. No matter how unhappy he was, he knew he couldn't just turn around and leave. He was still a little lucky. Maybe someone would give him money for begging in the name of religion?

He clenched his fist and knocked on the trim panel, took out his sunglasses and put them on. With a wave of his right index finger, he opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around and saw Boris and others following him holding AKMs.

Standing next to the banner over there was a tall and thin white man, dressed simply, with a cross hanging on his face. His eyes were sincere, and his face was filled with smiles.

There is a small flesh ball under the right corner of the eye.

"Mr. Yuri? Welcome!" The other party held his hand excitedly and even kissed the back of his hand passionately.

Being kissed like this by a grown man, Boss Gao's toes were a little itchy, and he almost lifted them up to give him a jiao, but he held it back and pulled out hard with a stiff face.

"My name is John, a representative of the Senegalese International Organization, a committee member of the West African Peace Organization, and a member of the Vatican Soldiers..." The other party started to introduce himself in a jittery tone, talking nonsense.

Gao Jun couldn't stand listening anymore. He raised his hand and asked simply, "Will you give me money?"

"???" John was startled, his face showing awkwardness, but he soon became calm and said, "We have an international fund."

"As long as you give money, God will not take anything by force under the banner of faith, right? I don't want to be his creditor. As long as you give money, I will maintain your peace. What do you need? Soviet or American

I can get all kinds of weapons, they are large in quantity and cheap, and they are all the latest products..." Gao Jun put his hands on his hips and said directly and directly, staring at John's expression, and when he noticed that the other person frowned, he stopped appropriately.

And he asked very thoughtfully.

"Is the budget insufficient?"

"If you really want it, I can offer it at a lower price."

John said awkwardly, "Our activity funds are very small..."

"How many?" Gao Jun asked curiously.

"The cost of our activities in Senegal is US$30,000 per year, which is our living expenses and activity funds."

Gao Jun felt a chill in his heart!

With 30,000 US dollars, there are so many people who eat shit and have to share the meal, and I am afraid that if others eat too much, I will go hungry.

"You are the only international organization?"

"Yes."

When John saw Gao Jun's expression gradually becoming impatient, he was startled and quickly said, "Mr. Yuri, we need a batch of weapons to protect the refugees here."

"I'm very busy, you're kidding me, Mr. John." Gao Jun pointed at the other person's chest and said word for word, "If I hadn't done it for the sake of Jesus, I would have shot you right now."

The opponent's chest was poked and he took a few steps back.

"Do you know you're wasting my time?"

"Mr. Uri, you can sponsor peace." John said loudly.

"You have no money, what kind of sponsorship are you talking to me about? You're so smart." Gao Jun cursed and walked back, looked at his hands, and said to Tonikov and the others, "Damn it, I met an idiot."

Watching him get into the car, the organization members standing behind him came over and asked, "John, what should I do?"

"I don't know either." He smiled bitterly and spread his hands. "Our phone number has been publicized for a long time. This is God's ordeal for us, but He heard our prayers. Mr. Yuri is the messenger sent.

, I will go find him again in two days, and he will definitely obey the Lord’s arrangement.”

John said firmly.

…

As soon as Gao Jun got in the car, he couldn't help but make a satellite phone call to Taylor. He almost cursed, but he still held back, "Man, what I need now is money, not Jesus, I hate the Salvation Army!"

"Ah?" Taylor on the other end was confused, but he also understood that the buyers he was looking for were a group of "Madonnas".

In the arms industry, the Salvation Army is known as: "The Beggars!"

Just listen to the name and you will know what it means, with a strong sense of irony.

"Contact other buyers again. I will also look for them locally. Remember, don't waste my time!" Gao Jun pressed down the phone angrily and threw it away. Boris quickly reached out to pick it up.

"Find a hotel, and then go to the local broker. No, ask them how much they charge first. I don't want to be killed like a pig."

Bancroft spread out the map in his hand and said, "The closest hotel to the airport is Saint-Louis, Senegal. It is only about 3 kilometers away. The safety factor is the highest in Dakar. Many foreigners stay there. They also

A security team of about 20 people was hired…”

"Very complete news." Gao Jun glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said.

"The GRU's information is only more than half a year old. It would be nice if it could be updated in real time." Bancroft said casually.

Real time updates?

The white dove in Gao Jun's mind was instantly captured!

if…

What I am saying is that if there is a report for arms dealers and other war dealers, it is best to clearly record the list of warlords in the war zone, as well as their payment ability and credit ability!

It's similar to the War Zone Forbes rankings.

Of course, if the price updated in real time is better, is it not excessive to charge a handling fee?

And a civilian version is also available!

Does Tinder only make military versions? Of course not!

The private sector is the most profitable.

Those idiots sitting in offices but yearning for war are the high-consuming groups.

Of course, these are all generalizations and ideas we currently know.

Insufficient funds, undecided actors, and no script yet!

To accomplish this in just one war zone in West Africa would require at least a lot of manpower, material resources and energy.

Abandon fantasy...

Make good money!

In Gao Jun's reverie, he arrived at the Senegal Saint-Louis Hotel, which was surrounded by walls and even had a no-parking zone within 30 meters of the surrounding area. This meant that if you wanted to get close, you had to park inside or stay away.

When the Gaojun vehicle drove in, the armed security personnel at the door came to check. It must be said that their equipment was quite good. In addition to the daily standard peaked caps and combat jeans common among European and American mercenaries, they also held FMK Mod 2 submachine guns!

The gun is a military-standard weapon in Argentina. It was originally called the PA3, referring to the Domingo-Mart Manufacturing Factory. It replaced the PA2 in the early 1970s, which was a copy of the American M3A1.

The gun also has a wooden butt model. The FMK gun has reliable performance, good balance, and can be easily shot with one hand.

Argentina’s weapons…

Just use it!

But the most attractive thing was that Gao Jun saw a Steyr-Manlicher SSG-69 sniper rifle on one of them. It was very long and looked very sturdy.

"Welcome, Mr. Yuri, but the use of weapons is prohibited inside." The security guard handed the ID card back to him and pointed to the rifles in Tonikov and Boris' hands.

"Then do you want to keep it?" Gao Jun asked with a frown. In a place like this, he would rather sleep on the street than give the weapon to others for safekeeping.

"No, no, no, we don't have this right. We just remind you to keep your weapons."

"Don't worry, my AKM is more obedient to me than my wife. It won't bark if I don't pull the trigger." Boris stretched his head and said.

The security guard smiled and motioned for them to come in.

"I can sleep well tonight."

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