Tang Dao suppressed the burning in his heart and his craving for cigarettes. He took out a Marlboro from his pocket, put it under his nose and took a few puffs. From the corner of his eye, he saw an ant's eyes staring directly at him. He turned around and handed it over helplessly.

Grigory took it unceremoniously, lit it, and puffed out his cheeks like a drug addict.

"Can you find a place where I can try out the weapons?"

"There is a shooting range behind the barracks. I will take you there. However, each gun can only have 10 bullets at most." Grigory seemed to be afraid of being called stingy, so he explained, "I will only give them 5 bullets for other buyers.

, we are brothers and comrades, I will give you 5 more rounds."

Tang Dao's expression changed and he asked casually, "Are there any other buyers?"

Grigory also realized that he had made a mistake, so he laughed and passed it off, but judging from his appearance, he must have gained a lot of benefits.

Since the other party didn't want to talk about it, Tang Dao didn't bother to ask the question, and asked Osborne to get three weapons of different models, AK47, APS underwater assault rifle, and an AEK-971 assault rifle.

These three types represent combat requirements in different environments and can satisfy all types of buyers in the future.

Of course, Osborne had to leave the task of testing the gun to him. From the moment he touched the gun, he became extremely serious. He touched the gun body affectionately and couldn't help but kiss it.

"Fake, I'm really afraid that you will find a place to sleep it, Osborne." Tang Dao pushed his shoulder with a dark face, "Go and try."

Osborne shrank his head angrily, took the three magazines, looked at the target one hundred meters in front of him, picked up the AK47 and chose to kneel down to shoot.

Chug tug tug…

Bullets hit the small mound behind the target

I have to say that the British guy has a bad mouth, but he also has real skills. This AK47 was caught tightly by him. Except for the shoulders shaking slightly under the recoil, the muzzle was very flat and there was no phenomenon of jumping out of the gun.

"Huh? Nicholas, you are a very good guy." Grigory held a cigarette in his mouth and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

The tires were also visible. From his posture or his eyes and behavior, he could tell that he was a veteran. He glanced at Tang Dao furtively, and it seemed that this guy had a strong foundation.

"Cool!!"

Osborne, who had fired a total of thirty bullets, was still not satisfied and nodded towards Tang Dao. Although this weapon was old, it was well maintained.

"Gregory, I think we can talk about the price." Tang Dao said with a smile, and politely dispersed a wave of smoke, pointing to the warehouse, "I want all of that warehouse, three thousand bottles of wine." He said.

After saying that, Grigory was about to retort, are you kidding me? He wanted 30,000, so he bargained down to 4,000?

"Listen to me first. If I take this wine to Kiev, I think the Davaris in the big cities will be happy to buy it. Even if a bottle of wine is exchanged for a gun, someone will buy it. Maybe they will give me some more bullets."

Grigory pursed his lips and frowned. He had to admit that the big men in Kiev were indeed breaking the rules of the game.

He once heard about an Asian who exchanged a truckload of cane sugar for a T80 tank, the most advanced Russian tank at the time. The price was so outrageous that it made people cry.

There are other things like exchanging watermelons for military bulldozers, exchanging daily necessities for airplanes, etc. These things are endless.

After all, the Soviet Union was too poor!

Tang Dao stared at the Ukrainian fat man's facial expression and was very confused.

"Actually, my shipment has already been in contact with the Russian troops stationed in Georgia. They even promised me that as long as I brought the wine over, they would be willing to replace me with a T-80B main battle tank. But the child is my friend.

He asked me to visit Ukraine. I can't refuse the invitation from my friends, but I can't refuse the call of interests either, man."

Tire was stunned, but he was smart enough to say nothing and just lowered his head.

After all, I also own 50% of the interests in it.

"If you can't give us a suitable price, I think I can only go to Georgia, even if that place is not as beautiful as Ukraine." Tang Dao shook his head regretfully and took his hand out of his pocket, "No.

"Careful" a piece of paper fell out. Although he picked it up quickly, Grigory still saw a string of names.

Georgi Loria.

No matter how he looked at it, he thought the name sounded Georgian.

Grigory panicked. He knew what alcohol meant to Ukrainians. Originally, Kiev would equip each border division with vodka, but under the economic crisis, not to mention vodka, even Ukrainian stinky pig feces.

It was robbed.

The Soviet troops without alcohol could not shout the word "Ula".

"Nunlas, we can continue talking." Grigory stretched out his hand to hold Tang Dao, wondering, "Three thousand bottles of wine are too little, five thousand! The guns in this warehouse belong to you, I will give you five more

Ten base ammo.”

In the Soviet army, the base number of rifles was two hundred rounds.

Fifty base numbers equal 10,000 rounds of ammunition.

The corner of Tang Dao's mouth raised, but he quickly restrained it, and his brows twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan", "Seventy base numbers."

"Deal!" Grigory was afraid that the other party would regret it, so he quickly nodded in agreement, his eyes hopeful, "Davari, do you want to order other goods?"

"Do you have any tanks?"

"Yes, yes, T-62, T-64, T-72..." He counted them on his fingers, "I also have a "Hurricane" large-caliber gun here, but the price is a little more expensive."

Are you planning to sell all the people who are eating?

Tang Dao once again felt the undercurrent under Maozi's empire building. He was just an ordinary border guard, and he himself was just an ordinary buyer. If it was a national level profiteering, then Lao Maozi would definitely belong.

Of cockroaches.

"Talk about the price?"

"How about we go to the office and talk..."

The group of people walked up to a two-story building while chatting and laughing.

…

The sun slowly moves from the morning to the west near the corner.

We talked until about four o'clock in the afternoon.

Tang Dao went to the toilet four or five times, and he finally felt the pain of negotiation.

However, the harvest was equally rich. Three T-64s, seven BTR-40 armored personnel carriers, as well as retired Degtyarev DPM machine guns, and 110 more from the border division, were all taken over by Tang Dao.

, for which he had to pay a total of nine thousand bottles of "Tang Dao Brand Liquor".

"Happy cooperation, Nicholas. I've already asked someone to prepare dinner. Let's have a few drinks together." Grigory also looked relaxed. He was also satisfied with today's transaction. Most of these weapons are already antiques, even if they are lost.

, it won’t be a big deal. As for the two thousand and five rifles, anyway, the 2nd Border Defense Division still has a shortfall of 3,000 people at full strength.

"I also want to stay, but I have to go to Lithuania." Tang Dao didn't dare to stay and drink. What a joke. Industrial alcohol and caustic soda can't poison the Ukrainian kid, but he didn't dare to drink. What a joke.

Just run away with an excuse.

Grigory didn't force it and had no choice but to make an appointment next time.

When they came down from upstairs, Robert had just unloaded the goods and emptied the warehouse, but the remaining tanks and armored vehicles...

Tang Dao touched his chin and couldn't help but look at the tire that had been the mascot for a day.

I have to say that this black man is still very discerning. He didn't say anything all day long. Tang Dao was completely in charge of business matters. This kind of cooperative relationship is very comfortable.

"Child, can you call some transport trucks?"

"I feel like I can help you with this, Nicholas." Grigory next to him kept his ears pricked up. When he heard this, he stuck his head in with a philistine look on his face, "We can provide transportation and the second

A transportation bill for division equipment and materials will save a lot of trouble. If the police dare to check, let them go."

Tang Dao and Tire looked at each other, feeling that this guy's smile was too cunning.

"Twenty thousand dollars." Grigory held out two fingers. He thought the price was very cheap. If something happened, he would be responsible. But Tang Dao felt in his pocket and there was no money. Most of the money from selling the house was

He has already invested everything, and he can still take out at most three thousand US dollars in his pocket.

Tire was clever and immediately saw the troubled look on his face. With a thought, he grabbed Tang Dao and said softly, "I'll pay for it."

Well?

Tang Dao glanced at Lao Hei in surprise. His eyes were particularly clear, but at the same time, he also smelled something that was taking advantage of the situation.

No one will be willing to take the initiative to offer money unless you have something he or she values, such as appearance, connections or potential.

It seems that not all niggas are idiots.

This guy is very smart!
Chapter completed!