Chapter 2 This can be had
After leaving the bar and walking a few streets, Yang Tian met Zhou Kai, who was waiting for him in a café.
"Done?" Zhou Kai already knew not to ask anything, Yang Tian let the east and never go west. He knew his relationship with Yang Tian, and when Yang Tian was willing to speak, he would naturally tell him.
Yang Tian nodded and shook his head, picked up the juice in front of Zhou Kai and poured it before saying, "I have to go to a place later, and you will go with me this time." ”
Zhou Kai nodded, and didn't ask much.
From the time he arrived in Aswan, Zhou Kai found that Yang Tian was abnormal, he didn't go to the hotel that needed to be registered, he lived in a three-free small hotel, mysterious and secretive, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Hamler reminded Yang Tian that this road will definitely not be peaceful.
In essence, Yang Tian was not wrong, Hamler did not do this kind of black and black thing.
In Hamler's mind, there are three types of guests, the first is people with backgrounds, such as the subordinates of some anti-political axe forces, intelligence agents of a certain country, or the children of some dignitaries.
These people, with their backgrounds, will only make friends with him, and will not think about it at all.
The second category is some poor people, who have worked hard to make up the cost of smuggling, and such people Hamler will not move, first, they have no oil and water, and second, they have to rely on them to give themselves a reputation.
As for the third category, it is a zero customer like Yang Tian, who has a certain amount of money, Yang Tian did not show his wealth, but he also underestimated Hamler's ruthlessness, and when he saw Yang Tian easily take out 50,000 US dollars, Hamler had already moved to kill.
When the time comes, on the deserted border, find a random place, kill it, get the money, and you are not afraid that someone will pursue you.
It can be said that zero customers like Yang Tian are Hamler's main source of income, and over the years, I don't know how many people have entered the belly of the vulture.
After settling the bill, Yang Tian took Zhou Kai and walked to a red light district in Aswan.
Aswan is home to the Aswan Dam and the Abu Simbel Temple, and there are many foreign tourists who come here every year, and there are bound to be such red-light districts that provide entertainment for tourists.
But the scale is very small, after all, the economic level is there, and there are a few bars hidden in the alleys, which can be regarded as a red light district.
Yang Tian was going to find a weapons dealer, and he was also introduced by Andrew, who was also known to the dog head, and it was impossible for their mercenary team to go through the customs to transport weapons, and many weapons were purchased locally.
Fortunately, in Africa, a place of perennial war, there is a shortage of everything, and there is no shortage of weapons, not to mention American goods, that is, Chinese goods, Soviet goods, as long as there is money, any weapon can be bought.
This weapon dealer called Simbe is a weapon dealer commonly used by Andrew's mercenary squad in Aswan.
Simbe's storefront, on a corner of the red light district, with a small door, was a coin shop, and it was noon when he came, with a sign on the glass door that was closed.
Yang Tian didn't care, and pushed the door directly.
With a ding, a head popped out from the counter opposite, not an Arab, but a white man, with deep eye sockets, brown eyes, curly hair, and a stubble on his face, looking like an Eastern European man.
After the collapse of Big Brother, at least half of the world's arms brokers came from Eastern Europe.
This person looked vigilantly at Yang Tian and Zhou Kai who pushed the door in.
"**, don't stop!"
An angry voice came from across the counter, and two arms hooked around Simbe's neck and pulled down.
Yang Tian was speechless, and Zhou Kai's eyes widened even more, what happened behind the counter couldn't be more obvious.
"We were introduced by Andrew." These arms brokers are not easy to mess with, although they generally uphold the principle of neutrality and no one to mess with, but now that Yang Tian has ruined people's good things, I don't know if he has scared people into impotence, so he still quickly reported the origin, so as not to be destroyed by the other party's shot.
Andrew's name made Simbe's eyes a little less vigilant.
Then he stood up, pulled a shirt and put it on, and kicked it.
Immediately, a black mamba stood up from under the counter, **, with big wavy curly hair and two huge silver rings hanging from his ears, he scolded Xin Bei in dissatisfaction, threw a flying kiss from Yang Tian and Zhou Kai, twisted his big butt and walked into the back room.
"How is Andrew, I heard that he planted a bird in Juba once, and he almost broke the bird, how is it now?" Simbe asked casually with the big bird on his head, wearing only his shirt, leaning down on the counter.
But Yang Tian noticed that this guy's other hand reached under the counter, thinking that if Yang Tian answered wrong, he would definitely pull out a gun and kill someone.
Juba is the capital of South Sudan, of course Yang Tian doesn't know if Andrew, who has never met before, has been to Juba, and whether the second child has been broken down, knowing that the other party is testing himself.
"I don't know what you're saying, I haven't met Andrew, I just know a Chinese friend of Andrew. You don't have to doubt anything, I'm here to buy some weapons from you, as long as you have good goods, I can pay as much as you want. Yang Tian raised his hands, stepped forward, and said with a smile.
Since I don't know, it's really boring to make up lies to gamble on the fifty percent chance, so it's better to tell the truth, anyway, Yang Tian is here to buy weapons, and Andrew is just an introducer.
Xin Bei looked at Yang Tian quietly, and then looked at Zhou Kai, who was a little uneasy behind him, and nodded after a while, beckoned to Yang Tian, and motioned for him to follow him.
He had only done business with Andrew a few times, and the ghost knew if Andrew had ever been to Juba, and what he said just now was just a test of Yang Tian.
However, the biggest reason for Sim Bei to relax his vigilance is probably because Yang Tian is a Chinese, a foreigner who can't beat the eight poles, and he came here to calculate his possible surname.
Walking through the narrow passage, Simbe led the two into a small office, pushing a lot of documents in a mess, as well as a large pile of beer cans and food waste.
"I don't want to ask where you come from, and I don't want to know your names, Chinese, since you were introduced by Andrew, let's just say what you need." Simbe sat behind his desk, his legs crossed on the table, lit the half-unburned cigar on the table, and smoked it with a snort.
Regardless of the origin, Yang Tian was even more satisfied, groaned, and reported what he needed.
"Two glock18s, a good choice." Simbe crossed his hands and nodded in agreement.
"Oh, I want a BT-MP9, the price is not low." Xin Bei let out a low cry in surprise, and his eyes looked at Yang Tian a lot, and this Chinese seemed to understand it very well.
These two weapons are the self-defense weapons chosen by Yang Tian, glock18 is a fully automatic pistol designed by Glock Company, mostly for police and military, Yang Tian chose it, because he took a fancy to his stable surname, good ammunition capacity, or fully automatic.
The BT-MP9 is a Swiss-made version, improved from the Steyr TMP, and is a petite submachine gun, the MP9 is a military model, with a stock, and there are also tactical rails on the top of the receiver that can be equipped with scopes and night vision goggles, and the empty gun is only 1.4 kg, which is not much larger than a pistol, which is very suitable for carrying.
"Well, can Mr. Simbe find what I need?" Yang Tian asked.
Simbei didn't directly say yes, nor did he deny it directly, but just said with a look of embarrassment: "Yes, yes, but it takes some time, and the things you want are all military goods, and it's not easy to get them." ”
Yang Tian was speechless, these arms brokers were really a German surname, and they made it clear that they were good to sit on the ground and start the price.
But things can't be avoided, Yang Tian still said: "Andrew admires Mr. Simbei very much, and says that any kind of goods can be obtained from Mr. Simbei." The price is not an issue and I hope to see things tonight. ”
This is what Simbe was waiting for, a man who was so anxious to ask for something, he could sell it for a good price, snapped his fingers, and said, "Two glock18s, one for one thousand dollars, with two hundred rounds of ammunition." The BT-MP9 costs $5,000, but it comes with a laser indicator, night vision scope, or optical sight. ”
Yang Tian pouted, it was really not ordinary black.
Glock18, the factory price, that is, the price sold to the military, is about 400 US dollars a piece, and the BT-MP9 is more expensive, but it is only 1,200 US dollars a piece, even if you add a laser indicator and a night vision scope, it will not exceed 1,005.
And this guy will ask for $5,000 when he opens his mouth, which has multiplied several times.
"When will I get the goods?" Yang Tian asked directly.
If Sim Bei said that it would take two days to get the goods, Yang Tian would definitely turn around and leave, and having money is not for nothing to make you black.
Simbel said: "Glock18 is available now, BT-MP9 gives me three hours, and I can give it to you at night." ”
Yang Tian stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation." ”
"It's a pleasure to work with." Xin Bei also grinned, smuggling arms, of course, the price is more expensive, but it is almost the same as one or two times, like him, it has directly doubled or tripled, and it is also clear that Yang Tian is in a hurry to ask for something, and he did it intentionally.
After paying a deposit of 3,000 US dollars, Yang Tian couldn't help but wonder, did he want to pay tribute to the movie and shoot this annihilator when he tested the gun?
Well, this one can have it.
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