February 28, 1991!

For ordinary people, it is a very ordinary day, but for more than 200 countries around the world, it is a stunned day.

The Lion of Babylon has fallen!!!!!

"How many days has it been since you surrendered?"

The factory was filled with Bancroft's loud voice, and he was a little in disbelief.

Yevgeny shrugged, helpless, "We hit the mainland directly, and they have no way to support it."

"He's a madman, but not an idiot." Gao Jun held a cigarette in his mouth and held a military-style hot meal with Russian writing on it. He squinted and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. "God saw that even a 7.62-caliber

Surrender, do you still want a lion to learn to resist?"

Scottis nodded, "I think so too, the boss is right."

"What we have to do now is to rush to the battlefield. If the US military is leaving now, there must be a lot of weapons that cannot be brought back. The cost of putting them on the plane is enough for the Pentagon to re-invite bids." Gao Jun paused and reflected with his palms.

Come here, put the back of your hand on the hot food to feel it, and say slowly, "We want what the Yankees don't want! Bringing it to the African battlefield will be another good income."

What is the difference between an arms dealer and a second-rate dealer?

Anyway, it’s all about getting money in the end.

"It's not hot yet? If I put some sanitary napkins on my butt, I'll get prickly heat." Gao Jun cursed, pried open the box, looked at it, poked it with his finger, put it in his mouth and tasted it, frowning

, raised his head, "Where did you talk about it?"

"Prickly heat." Boris answered from the side.

"Fuck you." Gao Jun rolled his eyes, "What is the most important thing to rely on to make money? Who can run fast? There is such a big piece of shit over there now. Dogs all over the world can smell it, and I can smell it too.

I usually go up and have a lick, and then pack it up and go home, but we can’t cut off the connection with Cambesto here..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Scottis and then glanced at Yevgeny, Tonikov...

Finally, I looked at Scottis. He had a sloppy beard and his eyes were tired, but when the boss looked over, he still looked at him firmly.

"You stay here and connect those bastards with the French guys. I'll give you an extra salary of $140 a day until I come back."

"Okay, what should I do? Or what should I pay attention to?"

"Just don't sell it to anyone. These people are very cunning. If they ask you to sign any treaty or cooperation agreement, just shirk it and wait for me to come."

Gao Jun seemed to have seen that after he left, the group of people tried their best to get more benefits.

Wait for your next visit!

It's not that simple anymore.

Scottis nodded in understanding, unable to hide his nervousness. Is he now on his own?

Just like Rune.

who I am?

What am I going to do?

What do I need to do?

Scottis' nervous hands and feet were a little sweaty.

Gao Jun also noticed it. He patted the opponent on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We are prey, but we are also hunters. Violence and chaos under the rules are allowed in Africa. You can try to contact other armed groups."

Molecules and arms dealers do not need to sign exclusive agreements.”

To whom is selling not selling?

…

March 2.

The weather is sunny.

Dakar International Airport.

Mr. Leonid, the Logistics Department of Pyrotechnics Company, leader of the Tsar Group and acting Safety 12 safety officer, came out of the cockpit with a headset and looked at Yevgeny, "Sir, you have to put on your seat belt."

"Did you throw me away?" Yevgeny said with a smile, but before he finished speaking, he felt the plane suddenly shake. Before he was ready, he almost flew out. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

I grabbed the seat belt directly, otherwise I would have flown away.

"Water Fuck!" Yevgeny shouted in embarrassment.

Leonid shrugged, "I told you, sir, our pilot is mentally unstable...Russians, there are always some days." He smiled, then saw his boss getting on the plane, and asked quickly,

"Boss, can we take off?"

Gao Jun nodded and asked in surprise, "Why did the plane move just now?"

"Maybe the driver forgot to pull the handbrake." Yevgeny muttered beside him. Leonid coughed and hurriedly explained, "It was just a test."

Boss Gao didn't ask deeply, nodded, found a seat and sat down, then watched the cabin door slowly close. The cabin was originally dark, but he turned on the lights and it became much brighter in an instant.

The plane began to taxi and then soared into the sky.

The scraps of Iraq!

Your emperor has arrived.

It takes about ten hours to get from West Africa to Iraq. Of course, the An-12 cannot get there directly and has to refuel on the way. However, this does not trouble Gao Jun. Before taking off, the aircraft was already in the French army's array.

Anyway, everything in West Africa is decided by De Gaulle. You just give me some money and just add a name. France doesn't check anyway. Do you think that De Gaulle doesn't have any other side businesses?

Boss Gao has heard that this guy's relatives have properties in various countries in West Africa in his name, and his net worth is at least over ten million.

Salary alone is not the only thing.

Especially Europe and America!

That kind of capitalist country is extremely morally corrupt!

Gao Jun wants to despise him.
Chapter completed!