When Conan. Crane saw the truckload full of guns, and finally his teeth turned black.

"It's... How many are there? ”

Tang Dao looked at Robert, his hands tied in front of him, "How much?" It's about 2,500, right? ”

Rob nodded, "To be exact, there are 2471 of them, mainly AK47, AK74, AKM assault rifles, and a small number of Makarov pistols, and there will be no problems with the performance of the weapons." ”

Conan climbed into the truck, picked up an assault rifle casually, pulled the bolt with his right hand, put his little finger through the bullet opening, poked a few times, looked at it, and found that there were no stains on it, nodded with satisfaction, clapped his hands, maybe excited, the business became a lot hoarse, "I think, I have to contact my boss." ”

"Let's go have dinner first, dinner at the airport tastes good."

Tang Dao stood under the truck, half-held his head high, said with a smile, and reached out to help Conan jump down, the latter thanked him, his face was raised, the roots behind the ears that were originally tight were loosened, the front teeth were cracked, and one shoulder shrugged, "Thank you very much." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you get these Soviet goods?" ”

After Conan asked, he himself felt abrupt, who didn't hide this purchase channel as a secret?

If others may perfunctory the past, however, Tang Dao can flicker, blink, lower his voice, and pretend to be very proud, "I have someone in the Ukrainian military, I can give you whatever goods you want, T-80B tank?" Tu-95? Or do you want strategic weapons? As long as you have money, I can get it for you. ”

The corner of Robert's eyes twitched as he listened in the back.

Don't you know what virtues your boss has? These goods were all exchanged for counterfeit liquor, and he also reminded him every day that he was afraid that Grigory's little hairy men would be poisoned after drinking it.

If there are people in the military, they must be hateful enemies.

But Konan didn't know, he was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tang Dao again in his heart, this guy still has a background?

"Little, you still want to touch the bottom of Lao Tzu." Tang Dao was MMP in his heart, and the two looked at each other, each smiling with a ghostly smile.

…

"Branch... Mr. Konan, next time you come to Ukraine, hiccup~ I'll take you to Kyiv, and I'll tell you exactly what you want to do about that place! Everybody wants to give me some face for Nicholas. Tang Dao's eyes were blurred, his steps were vain, he wrapped his backhand around the black guy's neck, and said with a sigh of wine, and Robert next to him supported him, for fear that he would fall.

And Conan. Klein was also too drunk, his face was not visible, but he began to roll his eyes, he smiled when he heard this, gave a thumbs up with broken English, praised him for his good drinking, and the two sides went back to their rooms, and they were still reluctant, if it wasn't for Robert's hard pulling, they might have hugged each other.

After being dragged back to the room, when the door was closed, Tang Dao was agitated, stood firm, waved his hand, signaled Robert not to support himself, pressed his temple, held the wall with his right hand, and scolded in a low voice, "Fake!" This damn black guy can drink so much. He touched the bathroom, turned on the faucet, took some water with both hands arched, and waved it on his face, the cold water can make people feel a little sober.

Tang Dao looked at the washstand, he didn't even have a paper towel, so he could only wipe his pants a few times helplessly, and said to Robert, "You go next door and tell Mr. Gould that I will hire them for three days, and trouble him to help me find some more people, about thirty people, reliable, the price is 20,000 US dollars a day, and the free mercenary is 600 US dollars a day." ”

He was still a little wary, because there were too few guards, including himself and only three people.

Credibility is self-seeking to abide by the stability of social order, and in the third world like Namibia, order is used to trample, and it is not uncommon for black to eat black, otherwise what do you think the hyenas on the African savannah are raised so ferocious?

I don't know, the people of the Conan organization will think crookedly, and they still call more people to the town, as for Gould, will they have any ideas, so many people are watching, unless they are all colluding.

Robert nodded, opened the door and headed for Gould's room.

Tang Dao sat on the bed, rubbing his swollen temples, and suddenly the long-lost electronic neutral sound sounded.

[Temporary side quest: Sell a weapon of more than $50,000 (completion) reward: one personal special skill, one employee (elite), is it drawn?] 】

Mission done?

He shuddered, and the headache was forgotten for the time being.

"Extract."

I saw a virtual screen in front of me, at first it was marked as parachute mastery, then slowly changed, and finally the speed increased, about three seconds later, it paused, and I saw that it read: Krav Maga (M3)!

Krav Maga?

Hand-to-hand combat?

Krav Maga is also known as Israeli martial arts, which is a special military combat technique developed and created by Israel, and it is also a compulsory course for the FBI in the United States, and has been widely used in military and police departments around the world.

M3 proves that Krav Maga has reached the Grandmaster level, the highest known rank to date.

Tang Dao's head poured into a bunch of fighting skills, including civilian, military, police, VIP protection, special environment handling, and so on, and he felt that if he fought against Osborne now, he guaranteed that he would be able to react and counterattack the moment the opponent punched.

Employee Draw Begins.

Before Tang Dao could digest it, another reward began to be sent.

The virtual interface changes rapidly with people of different skin tones and races, and stops after three or four seconds.

The avatar is a white man, wearing sunglasses, with a beard that is quite tough, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, but he is very confident, but the introduction of that person makes Tang Dao feel unbelievable.

"John. Cannesburg, American, nickname: "gunpowder". Former captain of Detachment C of Delta A Brigade of the U.S. Army, served in the Army for 21 years, retired as a sergeant major, served in the 75th Ranger Regiment, proficient in parachuting, CQC and precision shooting, and received two Bronze Star Medals, NATO Service Medals, American Medal of Honor, United Nations Service Medal, Ranger Parachute Master Medal... He has participated in 31 battles such as the Libyan War, and has rich experience and a calm personality. ”

"Gollum."

Tang Dao swallowed his saliva, this introduction, I don't dare to write it like this, this life is simply too good.

Delta Squad Captain?!

Walt?

The most important thing is that he is experienced, Tang Dao is not a person who can command battles, and he has a specialization in the art industry, which can be brought by professionals, but Osborne's character is flawed, and Robert is a stuffing bag, in this case, send a John. Cannesburg, it's just dozing off and sending pillows.

"And how will he join me?"

"John. Cannesburg will join the host as a free mercenary. The system said.

Tang Dao's face slowed down, and he couldn't wait to see the other party.

…

And at this time Conan. Klein was in the room, holding a satellite phone in his hand and talking, his words were clear, where was there any drunkenness? This old black is not kind, and he pretends to be drunk.

"You mean, that Chinese has a batch of Soviet goods? And tanks? The voice of the person on the other side of the phone was very thick, as if he was used to issuing orders, and this was also a bit imposing.

"Yes, sir, besides, the Chinese said that he has connections in Ukraine, and he can buy whatever he needs." Conan said softly.

The other side didn't speak, only breathing and panting, which was a bit scary if he didn't speak, Conan felt a lot of mental pressure, but he didn't dare to interrupt the other party's thoughts, the title of tyrant is not nonsense.

"Buy all his weapons and invite him to Central Africa for my birthday party." After about a minute, the person on the other side of the phone finally spoke, as if he was telling someone, without explaining anything, and hung up.

Conan. Klein put away the satellite phone, frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes showed the cunning unique to black people, and he didn't look honest at all.

……