A crow stood blankly on a dead tree,

This tree was obviously damaged by artillery shells and was a little scorched.

Its eyes were looking around, but occasionally it would raise its head for fear of enemies coming from the sky.

"Dududu~"

A whistle frightened the crow, and it hurriedly flapped its wings and flew up, jumping to the roof of another ruin, looking around blankly.

Two cars are driving on the road.

Gao Jun was holding a piece of paper in his hand, which contained the goods from the warehouse.

In addition to a large number of AK47 and a small amount of AK74, there are about 30,000 rounds of ammunition, 21 PKM general-purpose machine guns, 17 RPGs, and 20 artillery shells.

The 300 shells of the 107 rocket launcher alone cost 105,000 US dollars. The money in hand is definitely not enough to buy them all.

He offered to pay in installments.

Every time you pull goods, you will be paid once!

This saves you the rent of finding a new warehouse.

"We have to find a big buyer." Gao Jun folded the goods list and stuffed it into the lining of his suit. "Otherwise, the capital chain will be broken. Where do you think there is the greatest shortage of weapons?"

The second half of this sentence was asked to Umbrella next to me.

"Office of the President of the United States?" The other party thought for a moment and then gave an answer. "They will never mind having too many weapons. It would be best to fill the White House with them. Of course, I am talking about the US dollars in exchange."

Gao Jun laughed heartily, "The biggest difference between him and prostitutes is that he relies on elections."

"I was thinking that there shouldn't be anyone from the CIA here." He looked left and right as he spoke, shrugged, and said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm afraid of being reported by them."

"Based on your experience, where do you think the war intensity is the highest? I'm talking about the current situation." Gao Jun changed his subject and asked.

"Somalia, I have been active in Central Asia for a long time. That place is the most complicated area I have ever seen, because if you fight for the rebels in the morning, they may be recruited in the afternoon, and in the evening you proclaim yourself king. Those black people have never

Don’t care about reputation or morality.”

Gao Jun's face tightened, "Then will they give you money?"

"Probably." Umbrella thought for a moment and nodded.

"That's fine, as long as I can give you money. I don't really like trading with liberals. You know, their checks often bounce. I prefer dictators and warlords. They won't fall for a while."

"When we come back from the Rub al-Khali Desert, we will go to Somalia to see if we can find a stable buyer."

“Rub al Khali Desert?”

"There is a gathering there." Gao Jun glanced at him, "A temple fair for the oil giants."

Although Umbrella doesn't know what a temple fair is.

But he was just a mercenary, and his only idea was to protect his boss' safety. The rest had nothing to do with him. However, he couldn't help but frown when he thought of the scene in the warehouse.

"boss…"

"?What's wrong?"

"Izier should be from the Mafia."

Gao Jun turned his head and looked at him, "Then what? Should I be afraid or should I give in?"

"They will retaliate."

Communities care more about face, especially active cross-group organizations like this.

“In 1988, a woman on a farm in southern Italy suffered retaliation from the local mafia because she did not want to sell her farm. The farm was spotted by local mafia drug dealers, but the victim refused to sell it.

He was annoyed, and then he killed him. After killing him, he cut his body into pieces and threw it into the pig pen to feed the pigs." Umbrella said.

"Are you very concerned?" Gao Jun raised his eyebrows.

The other party was silent for a moment, "That's the daughter of my comrade in arms."

"Do you know what is the fundamental core of all criminal groups?" Gao Jun asked. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Interests, and the extreme bullying of the weak and fear of the strong."

"The most vicious people are often the weakest."

"You should understand that when a person rises, he needs many stepping stones. No one can do it alone. Success will bring enemies, many enemies. If you successfully shoot a shot at you, what will you do? Kill successfully? Change

Is it successful? Don't worry, buddy, I'm not a farmer, I'm an arms dealer. In this world, few people will start a war with arms dealers, because even if they want to kill me, they have to buy bullets from me."

Gao Jun turned his body sideways and said, "No matter how powerful a person is, he can be killed by bullets. When he wants to bully you, what you need to do is to hire a good lawyer and let him defend you against the murder."

Seeing her boss being so calm, Umbrella felt a little relieved.

Gao Jun looked out the window.

However, on the road to success, you cannot lack friends. If you have the opportunity, you have to ask which family Iziel belongs to. Just have a good relationship with his enemies.

The most popular thing among gangs is killing each other.

…

Two days later.

Border of Badakhshan Province, Afghanistan.

Across the Penchi River is Uzbekistan. Because of the war, the latter has erected steel wire fences here and has military patrols to prevent refugees from smuggling across.

There is a village here.

The name is: ????, which means "Hello" in the official language Pashto. (It's very complicated anyway, you only know Macabaka).

The permanent population is only a few hundred people.

Most of them are old people or young people?

Of course, if you go out to make a living, you won't be able to tell if you are a strong man. War always hurts civilians.

Maybe, if you raise your head, the person who beats you to death is the son of your second uncle's third aunt's fourth aunt's fourth aunt next door.

In a casually built mud house in the center of the village.

There are two huge washing liquid tanks, and there are more than a dozen employees, wearing simple work clothes and acid-proof rubber gloves. This thing... is certainly much worse than industrial-grade ones.

Some of them are disassembling the parts of the AK47, putting the corroded parts in, and chemically removing rust.

This is Gao Jun’s “overseas warehouse”!

The conditions are very good. Look, the factory is well ventilated from all sides and will not cause poisoning, and protective measures are in place. If you get it, you will be unlucky and suffer a work-related injury? Are you kidding me?

Are you asking me for workers’ compensation?

I might as well give you 60 cents a bullet.

The wages are decent and not stingy, 200 afghanis per person per day, plus two meals.

Off topic: 1 US dollar = 40,000 afghanis.

There are still people rushing to do this kind of work.

After all, it is rare for a village to have two meals a day.

At this time, Gao Jun was inspecting the factory and reached the last processing point, which was to reassemble the finished weapons. There were about 10 people here, and he also saw a few children.

"Mr. Yuri, we can assemble about 200 aks a day now, and the loss rate is about 17%." A middle-aged man wearing glasses said next to him.

He is a weapons expert!

Entrusted to Upton, he worked in the weapons workshop organized by him and had rich experience. He was hired by Gao Jun, and his daily salary was as high as 20,000 Arnies.

In a place like this…

Of course, do as the Romans do and use local currency.

This middle-aged man is highly educated. In the 1960s and 1970s, Afghanistan was known as the "Little Switzerland of Central Asia". Its economic strength ranked among the top ten in the world, and its people's living standards reached a moderately prosperous level.

"Has the weapon's performance been checked?"

"Without professional tools, many values ​​cannot be measured, but the lethality is sufficient." The other party said it very euphemistically, and the meaning was obvious. Of course you can't compare with first-hand goods, but you ask to kill people, and this is enough.

Gao Jun was still satisfied after hearing this.

This is crap for less than $4 a handful.

Sell ​​it yourself…

How much do you think it should be sold for?

$60?

70 dollars?

Big dog owner, look at the gauze scarf on your head. Is $80 okay?

How many times the profit?

One thousand percent? (bad at math).

Gao Jun found that he suddenly fell in love with this rusty thing.

The garbage that no one wants is also full of wealth.
To be continued...