SA-6 air defense missile has a range of 5-25 kilometers and a shooting height of 0.06-10 kilometers. The SA-6's 3-unit launcher is mounted on a tracked chassis, which has good maneuverability and strong battlefield survivability.

Shadamu has 100 SA-6 anti-aircraft missile launchers, which are Saddam's main anti-aircraft weapons in the no-fly zone and the Eagle's hide-and-seek, and are also his best anti-aircraft missiles.

According to incomplete statistics, approximately 300 aircraft of various types died in the bloody mouth of the Sam-6, including the F-16 of Eagle Sauce. Especially its performance in the Ramadan War, which lasted 18 days.

Among the 114 aircraft shot down in China, 41 were shot down by the sa-6, which made it famous for a while. The sa-6 missile uses a ramjet engine, has a small launch mark, and flies at a fast speed. When your radar detects it,

, almost ready to die.

The price of 2.4 million U.S. dollars per unit is really not expensive. The total price of 15 units is 36 million U.S. dollars.

The Sam-16 is the shoulder-mounted little brother, but this little brother is also fierce. It first participated in actual combat in the Gulf War. The Eagle has 8 extremely survivable A-10 attack aircraft and 4 AV-8B

The vertical take-off and landing fighter jet was shot down by it. It was pressed to the ground and hammered hard. Uncle Sam rolled his eyes in pain and almost sent him to the hospital.

The magazine Gao Jun gave was 70,000 U.S. dollars, a total of 4.9 million U.S. dollars. After a 20% discount, it was 3.92 million U.S. dollars. Tang Dao removed the small change.

This amount alone brought him close to 40 million US dollars...

Sure enough, when cooperating with the "formal sector", the money comes in like water, and there is a very small chance that the fees will be owed. Especially wealthy people like Eritrea who hold 900 million US dollars in their hands don't care and just play out the contract.

Finally, after both documents were signed, 30%, 12 million U.S. dollars, was transferred into the company's account.

"Happy cooperation, General MacArthur." Tang Dao signed the name with flying colors. He threw the pen on the table, stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and shook the other person's hand with a little force, "If you need anything about the aircraft, you can

Contact me and I will stay in Asmara for another week.”

MacArthur nodded, and finally there was a smile on his face, but his words were still very official, "Of course, I will give you an answer after discussing it with the purchasing group."

The old guy's words were impeccable, and Tang Dao didn't care. He sorted out the information and put it back in his briefcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he paused and thought of something. He raised his head and said, "By the way, I can see Mr. Lloyd."

?"

As soon as these words came out, all the members of the purchasing group, including MacArthur, were stunned and looked at him strangely.

"We are friends. I think he is injured. I have an obligation to go and see him. After all, my conscience is to live with it." Tang Dao said while covering his chest. Mist's face darkened and he pulled the other person down. The former

He understood it all at once and hurriedly changed the direction, but he was covering the wrong direction. He said with a sad face, "I think this request... no, this is not a request, this is my concern for my friends."

Francisco Francesco stared at MacArthur. He felt that the leader was thinking deeply in his eyes, and finally nodded?

"Of course, I can't refuse such a request, but let General Francisco take you there. I have some other work." The former turned his head and looked at Lao Hei. The latter's mouth was very bitter and he could only force it.

I agreed bravely.

"That's troublesome." Tang Dao nodded gently. After watching MacArthur and others leave, he turned and winked at Brother Francisco, "General, thank you very much for your help."

Well?

The other party was stunned for a moment, as if he had never done anything in it, but Tang Dao said so, and he accepted it calmly, waved his hand to express politeness, pushed his chair in, and chatted.

Go downstairs.

Lloyd's two bodyguards were guarding outside. When they heard the footsteps at the top of the stairs, they subconsciously raised their heads and glanced up. At this glance, they were immediately frightened, their expressions changed, and they stretched their hands behind their heads to try.

He took the gun, but when he touched it, it was empty! The gun had been confiscated long ago. After cursing in a low voice, he turned around and was about to go in, but at this time Mist and Little Angel walked over quickly.

"Hey, man, I think it's better for you to step aside." The little angel patted a bodyguard on the shoulder, and the latter punched him with his backhand. Who is he? Italian boxing champion, free fighting champion, this spirit is also tense

, dodged, and then hit the front man with his elbow on the side of the face, and then threw him beautifully over the shoulder. Mist was quick to deal with it, twisting the opponent's arm backwards, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

Francisco Francesco looked at it dumbfounded. The second hand of his watch had just passed 10 seconds!

"Do you want to go in with me to see Mr. Lloyd?" Tang Dao turned around and asked.

"No, no, no."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Francisco was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. Tang Dao stopped teasing him and lit a cigarette at the door before opening the door and walking in. It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn and the lights were not turned on. Looking from the outside

, it’s a bit daunting to move.

"Asshole! What are you doing?" yelled the bodyguard who was pressed down by the little angel. He struggled hard, blushed, and cursed. He was nothing more than Fake, a shit eater. He had no technical content at all, but he was so noisy.

It was really uncomfortable. The little angel grabbed his hair, pulled it up, and smashed it heavily on the ground. His eyes closed and he fainted. The corridor was much quieter.

Tang Dao closed the door with his hands behind his back, and the sounds outside were almost cut off. However, Lloyd's breathing was very steady. He walked over, opened the curtains, and muttered to himself, "This person who is about to die must have something to do."

Meet the sun."

He didn't notice that Lloyd's fingers on the bed twitched slightly, and his eyes rolled back and forth in his closed eyes. He didn't know if he had a nightmare.

"This sun is so comfortable." Tang Dao took a deep breath, opened the glass a little, and then turned around. The smile on his face had faded, and he looked down at Lloyd, staring at him like this.

Then he sat down on the bed, helped the other person pull up the quilt, looked at the other person's tightly covered left eye, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

But at this moment, Lloyd opened his eyes suddenly and shouted in horror, "Nicholas!"

"Are you not asleep? I thought you were asleep. I moved quietly for fear of scaring you. If I scared you, I would be guilty." Tang Dao retracted his hand hanging in the air,

Said with a smile.

But who knew, this made Lloyd even more frightened, "What on earth are you going to do? I'll give you the Eritrean order. If I don't want it anymore, don't kill me."

Tang Dao's eyes froze and he smiled even brighter, his two front teeth shining brightly in the sun.

"Mr. Lloyd, what do you mean by this? How could I kill you? Do you think I would be that kind of person? We are businessmen, and there is no technical content in such things. I am

I hate violence. Violence can't solve problems." He began to educate others hard, and even took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, "Here, smoke one, it won't hurt anymore."

Lloyd couldn't figure out Tang Dao's thoughts, so he could only open his mouth obediently and hold the cigarette in his mouth. He stared at the other person as he lit the fire, for fear that he would ignite himself. The smoke entered his lungs and he couldn't help it for a while.

I noticed that I couldn't help coughing, and I grinned when my wound hurt.

"Do you know how I got in?"

Lloyd, who was smoking, stopped and raised his eyes. He didn't understand why he said this, so he listened to the other person continue.

"I did an anti-aircraft weapons business with General MacArthur, and then he asked me how much you were worth." Tang Dao probably found it funny and laughed out loud, "He said he planned to exchange you for some weapons. Oh my god.

He's definitely crazy, for sure, you're right."

Sold yourself?

Farke!

Lloyd almost didn't lift it up after taking a breath. He felt betrayed and the cigarette in his mouth suddenly felt without any taste.

"Of course I refused. I told him, why should I use a blanking weapon in exchange for a bullet? You are right." Tang Dao's voice finally turned gloomy, and Lloyd was startled, and suddenly it seemed like

When he thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he was about to lift the quilt, but the former was faster than him. He pulled the quilt from his feet over with his backhand, directly covering the opponent's head. He took out a pistol with a silencer from his pocket and pointed it at the head.

Buckle four times.

The other party stopped moving after the first blow. Blood seeped out along the quilt, and in an instant, it covered the entire bed.

Tang Dao stood up, breathed out from his nostrils, opened his hands, stretched his body, looked at the covered body, squinted, and took a puff of cigarette. The thick fog was hovering above his head, and the flames of the cigarette butt flickered.

flash.

"puff."

After he finished smoking, he spit it on the ground and put out the fire with his toes. After stuffing the pistol into the bed, he rubbed his hands and walked to the door. As soon as the door opened, all the people standing at the door looked over.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with me?" Tang Dao lowered his head and looked at his clothes, sniffed them with his nose, spread his hands, and asked with a smile.

Francisco stood on tiptoe and looked inside, and saw Lloyd on the other side's bed, his head covered, but his posture was very strange. The quilt was folded over his upper body, but his feet were empty, and under the bed, there was ticking.

Holding down the liquid, his breath stagnated and he stared, "Mr. Nicholas..."

"General Francisco, I'm sorry. The ground has been soiled by your steps. I'll ask you to do some hard work later, clean it up, and collect the garbage in the house. If you leave it for a long time, it will smell bad." Tang Dao put his palm on his nose.

He fanned himself a few times and said to Mist and the other two, "Let's go, we're going back."

"Boss, what about them?" Mist asked, pointing to the tied up bodyguard squatting in the corner.

"Do I need to say more?"

The little angel heard this but was very decisive, took out his gun and pulled the trigger.

Solve them in front of everyone.

Tang Dao nodded slightly and led the two of them away. Brother Francisco looked at the two corpses on the ground and Lloyd's body in the house, wanting to cry without tears.
Chapter completed!