The stinger is so useful in street fighting.

I hid in a place when I saw the helicopter, aimed and fired, who could dodge?

Mexico has been shot down four MD530 helicopters and directly lost more than 10 people. The most unacceptable thing is that they also posted photos of the bodies in newspapers.

When Mister saw the photos in the newspaper, he immediately understood a truth. These Mexicans lacked body bags, so he sold 5,000 to a hawker for an extremely low price of 25 US dollars. Of course, these materials were only made of the worst quality materials, but wouldn't it be enough to hold bodies?

He mainly goes for wholesale prices, but Mister also does some tricky businesses. As long as he gives money, he can sell all of them where, where, and how to defend. In the war period, intelligence is the most important.

But there is also a sequelae, that is, he doesn't dare to go out alone now.

Or try not to leave the base as much as possible.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

The knock sounded, and Mister put down a stack of documents on the table, crossed his hands, and shouted to ask for it, and saw the temporary secretary coming in, "Sir, there is an order, you need to take a look."

"Take it."

The secretary handed over the document, Mister took it and looked up and down, and bought two tanks! This made him browse. This thing should actually belong to the krypton gold product of "RMB" players. In addition to being expensive, think about it, almost a building with a caliber of hundreds of millimeters can be destroyed. He looked at the buyer.

"Sapir Alva?" Mister recited his name.

This name has a bit of a Central European flavor, but he doesn't remember this person. Perhaps this is a white glove from a certain force? It is very likely that he wants the M60A3 main battle tank of Hawkshop. This savior company has to be transferred from the United States. This has to be asked to ask others to get it, and it may not be possible. "Ultimate Patton" has a high sales overseas, so there is no need to worry about buyers.

"This weapon does not have one. If he is willing to wait, the company will need time to dispatch it in a month," Mister said.

The secretary hurriedly said, "The buyer said that they hoped to come two vehicles that could withstand a certain amount of firepower and use them for assault."

Damn it, just fold 10 pieces of bulletproof vests on your body. As long as the armor is stacked deep enough, the ADC will not beat me to death. Mister really wants to sell the company's bulletproof glass. Although Leona's research team has developed bulletproof glass, the sales volume is not very good. Even if they cooperate with several large car companies, they are "serious people" after all, who would install bulletproof glass on the car for no reason?

This world is basically safe after all.

"I remember we don't have two BTR-80 armored personnel transport vehicles in the warehouse. If you ask him if he wants it, it costs 3.2 million US dollars, take it away." As soon as Mister said this, the phone on the table rang. He waved to the secretary and signaled her to wait first, "Hey? I'm Mister, what? You're louder, you want 500 bullets? There are too few goods, so I won't send them. God bless you. If you die, please put US dollars in your pocket and we will help you collect the body."

He hung up the phone cursingly. These bastards like to make nonsense, with 500 rounds of bullets and not enough fuel.

"We continue to say that you are not allowed to owe money now. You can tell him clearly and you have to give money first at one time." Mister said. The secretary responded and waved his hand to drive him away. He had other things. After the secretary walked out and closed the door, Mister looked at his watch, bent down, opened the drawer, took out a file bag from it, and then walked to the safe. After opening it, there were various colorful currencies, US dollars, Mexican peso, fiat currency, etc. He took out 5 stacks of Mexican peso from it, sealed the gap, and then walked out of the company.

Leave this to your confidant, "Put this thing in the old place and let him speak well."

The confidant nodded, took the money and left, drove a slightly more ordinary car down there, drove towards the hospital far away, parked the car, and looked around. Because of the war, there were not many people in the hospital, and they all went to pick up private jobs. People like Sinaloa were injured and they definitely could not come to the hospital. The confidant threw the bag in the trash can at the entrance of the hospital hall, and then hid aside and watched.

About ten minutes later, a bald fat man came over and looked around. Then he familiarly crawled into the trash can, took out the file bag from it, opened it and looked at it, looked at it happily, looked in his arms, and took it in his arms.

The next day.

Mexico's largest news newspaper, Gazette, published an article on the front page, focusing on a sentence that the Mexican government said in a press conference before, "The reason why Mexico is in chaos is that the war has not ended because capital does not allow it. Some companies intervene in the war in a disgusting and disgusting posture. We protest!"

The Gazette said in two simple sentences, "Don't put your incompetence on non-existent companies, and even flour tycoons must have internal unity more than you."

You see, if you have money, you can have public opinion.

This is not called bribery, it is called activity funding. That's what the boss said, every industry is for money in the end.

Life, when you are born, 99.9% of people in the world are at this level, and the rest is fate. Sometimes, what is not born will be gone in this life. The greed of human nature should be said to be a manifestation of helplessness. If it is not forced by life, who would be willing to be full of talent?

This article caused an uproar, but Mister still sat firmly on Diaoyutai. The Savior Company has "integrated" into Mexico, which is one of the reasons why the other party dared not make it explicit at the press conference.

The world is bustling with people, all for profit; the world is bustling with people, all for profit.

...

Han Shen drooped his head, his lips were already chapped. He hadn't had water or food for nearly 24 hours, and his brain began to emptie. What he wanted now was water, or that bastard gave him a knife!

Just when he was in a daze, he heard the sound of a car and raised his head with all his strength. When he saw the license plate number, he suddenly widened his eyes.

This is the special car of the Federation. He has also driven it. The one sitting here must be the boss inside. He must have come to save himself. The originally quiet heart beats very fast. Then he saw an old man walking down from above. His eyes lit up and he shouted with all his strength, "Uncle Seven!"

The old man looked at him and was stunned when he was tied up, but he quickly packed up his expression and walked into the house under the guidance of Robert next to him. This look, even if, even, did not look at him at all, made Han Shen feel cold in his heart. The expression on his face was very rich, maybe it was embarrassment, maybe it was resentment, and a little... fear.

Uncle Qi finally met this big arms dealer who is well-known in Africa and Europe. She is wearing very simple clothes and wearing pajamas?

"Hello, Tang Sheng." Uncle Qi said in Mandarin with Cantonese pronunciation.

"Hello." Tang Dao stood up and shook hands with him. As the old man, respecting the elderly and loving the young is his character. He was very noble. He pointed to Han Shen outside and said, "The head is five million, and the limbs are two million."
Chapter completed!