Everyone has a price, including bitches and politicians. As long as you satisfy him, he will be happy.

So many weapons were like aphrodisiacs, making Cambesto's eyes blurry and his mind starting to go blank!

Men, there are always a few seconds when the brain is empty.

Cambesto crossed his legs, crossed his hands, and tapped the peak of his fingers with the index finger of his right hand, pretending.

Of course Gao Jun knew what he meant, he just wanted to get more benefits.

Boss Gao cursed in his heart that he was greedy, but he still told him with reason and emotion. Only by keeping the body in his hands can he get better benefits and gain status with the French. In the future,

You can have a greater say when fighting for more benefits for Senegal!

Perhaps because he thought his words made sense, Cambesto finally understood, but he still looked at Gao Jun and said, "I can get better from the French, right?"

You can get AIDS!

Silly stuff!

"certainly."

Gao Jun said with a fake smile.

…

"It's all here."

The door of the warehouse was opened, and a rotten smell accompanied by the stench of swill formed a scalp-numbing smell. The guard pinched his nose and took two steps back with a look of disgust.

Gao Jun had his pockets inserted, but if you look carefully, you can see that his expression was slightly twitching. Tonikov next to him wisely stuffed a few West African CFA francs into the guard, and the guard immediately beamed with joy.

"Do you need help?" the guard asked, looking eagerly at the other stack of francs in Tony's hand.

Tony looked at the boss, who nodded, and gave the stack of money to him.

"Don't pull the thing down." Gao Jun said worriedly. The guard was very happy when he saw the money and his attitude was very good. "Don't worry, even if it's just a stick, I'll put it away for you!"

Gao Jun nodded, glanced at the French body inside, and made a prayer gesture in front of his chest. Then he couldn't bear the stench, so he hurriedly walked outside. Give him some money, and they will help you.

The body was transported to the car.

Gao Jun found a spot on a rock outside the warehouse, took off his windbreaker, and was about to call Taylor when he heard his phone ring first.

"Tyler." Tonikov handed the phone to his boss.

"Whatever comes to mind will come to you." Gao Jun said, taking the phone, "Man, do you have any good news for me?"

Hearing his tone makes him feel better.

"Boss, I contacted a batch of goods. There are weapons provided by others in Algeria. I asked and they have a batch of FP-45 Liberator pistols. The price is very cheap, two for one dollar..." Taylor said excitedly.

FP-45 Liberator pistol?

Gao Jun's mind immediately thought of that "Kawayin"-looking pistol. It seemed that the entire pistol only had 141 mm, which was not enough for me...

It is a very crude single-shot smoothbore pistol, which is a small weapon used by the United States for resistance organizations...

"Can this fucking thing kill someone?" Gao Jun asked a very profound question. The caliber seems to be only .45. Damn it, I have more firepower than him!

"Should, probably, maybe, maybe..." Taylor used a lot of words, but he couldn't make up his mind and say it firmly.

"Black people are just stupid, but not stupid. Man, we have to let them feel that we are sincere. Is there anything else?"

"The only cheap one is the Sten submachine gun. The Algerians originally wanted to arm their own troops, but they found that the chance of dying from misfire was more than the number of enemies killed. The customer over there said that it costs 8 US dollars a piece and the quantity is very large.

"

When Gao Jun heard the quotation, he became excited. He drew a circle with his left hand in mid-air, "Eight dollars? Oh my God, the new product only costs nine dollars after it is made, right? Is he kidding me?"

The Sten submachine gun is a product of the old British Law of Truth. According to them, it is a weapon only used by Germanic barbarians. The proud Anglo-Saxons will die! Die outside! If they are randomly shot to death by a submachine gun, they will never use a submachine gun!

Then…

Then, after the start of World War II, not only were the German armored forces unable to find the north, but the German soldiers holding MP-38/40 submachine guns also became a nightmare for British and French soldiers. As soon as the German submachine guns were fired, the British and French soldiers would be in a box.

.

A submachine gun, even if held by an idiot, can shoot down enemies.

Because the raw materials in the UK are relatively expensive, the designer was asked to come up with a cheap product, and then this: water pipe submachine gun came into being.

But if you have eight dollars, you might as well go and rob...

"These can all be discussed. The weapons in Algeria are so piled up that they are almost moldy. As long as you give them money, they will sell them. There is more than one seller there. I calculated that there are more than 200 sellers, but most of them are Chinese goods.

, the price is also very cheap, but definitely more expensive than Sten.”

Gao Jun thought quietly for a while, and from all angles (price), Stern was definitely the best choice!

However, as the connection point between Europe, Asia and Africa, Algeria itself has a very special geographical location. For the development of the company, you can go there to have a look.

"Just do what you said and do it cleanly before going through the formalities. I don't want the customs to find out. Also, contact Luen and ask him to prepare 1,000 AKs first..."

Taylor waited for the boss to finish speaking, and then said directly, "There was a change in Afghanistan. Upton was in urgent need of a batch of weapons, and then Luen's transferred a batch of weapons to him..."

"How many?"

"About 2,700 of them, the money has been transferred to the company's account."

"Then we can ship over whatever else we have. We don't have to worry about not being able to sell it in Africa."

Taylor agreed, and the two chatted about the development of Tinder Company. The other party suddenly said, "Boss, the FBI has begun investigating the source of guns in San Francisco. Several of Mr. Huo's men in Chinatown have been arrested, but he asked us not to

Worry, he can solve it."

Gao Jun's brows jumped when he heard this.

He didn't think Huo Bingkun could solve it, that was the FBI!

Even the president dares to investigate, let alone a little gangster like you?

"How many more weapons do we have shipped to the United States? Let's tie up the tail first. Damn it, I don't want to work hard outside, and then my home is stolen by the Americans. Don't believe Huo Bingkun's words. After being sold, we still have to say good things to him.

Let’s pause now and wait until the limelight has passed.” Gao Jun was still very cautious. If the FBI caught him, he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to.

It's better to keep a low profile.

There is not much backstage behind the Tinder Company. It seems that after returning, we need to find some "like-minded" people so that everyone can make money together. This is not called corruption, it is called the same goal!

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Chapter completed!