Root. Longfellow didn't feel cold in the cold winter, but felt a fire rising from the bottom of his heart, stimulating the cerebral cortex!

Anyone who sees this mountain of weapons and equipment full of warehouses will feel shocked.

I'm afraid there are thousands of guns in this big warehouse in front of you, right?!

The most important thing is to sell according to how much a ton is.

Dozens of soldiers rudely put the wait into sacks, then transported them to the weighing point in a truck, and began to weigh them. There are a total of eight large electronic scales in place, and then someone registers, transports, packages...

It's orderly.

"No, no, no, $20,000 a ton, that's the lowest price we have." A voice of discontent will Ben. Longfellow pulled out of his shock, and he followed the voice to see John having a very intense verbal exchange with a colonel, who was visibly agitated, and his voice was raised several times.

John looked breezy and calm, with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned, patted the colonel on the shoulder, and then just smiled and nodded, "Yes!" ”

According to the weight of AK is about 4.1 kilograms, this ton is actually about 250, about 80 US dollars per handful, this price will definitely not be able to buy in normal times, according to the current market price in Africa is in US dollars, that is, this can directly increase six or seven times, which is simply a huge profit.

"Chief, it's 12 tons in total." When the weighing was over, the employee came over and counted it in a notebook.

John glanced at it, snapped his fingers, and someone next to him handed him a lockbox, and he spread it out towards the colonel, and the green coin was instantly dazzling and overwhelming.

"$300,000 here, and a machine gun?"

Grunt!

I don't know who swallowed his saliva without ambition, Colonel Maozi turned his head and glared viciously, which was too embarrassing, he took a deep breath, "Okay! Deal! Then I couldn't wait to take the lockbox, not to mention, the money was really heavy.

Mr. Colonel suddenly had an absurd idea.

Which is heavier than 10 catties of iron and 10 catties of money?

Then he was pushed away by himself in the next second, what are you kidding, you can bite you if you have money.

Except for the firearms, the bullet was almost half-sent, and even under John's bargaining, it became 2 cents a dollar!

This is like a free gift, swallowing 400,000 rounds of ammunition in one go, which will be sent to the front line in Somalia, and I heard that it can also be shipped free of charge.

Root. Longfellow watched from behind, he watched a group of people bargain for tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery, which made him dumbfounded, and calculated in his heart that this batch of goods alone cost nearly 3 million US dollars, but these quantities can fight a small war on the front line.

It's too cheap, isn't it?

He is a little excited, does he also spend some money to bring some goods? This purchasing agent can also be.

There are now overseas purchasing agents in the United States, but it seems that it is illegal to purchase arms. Longfellow could only hold back his restless heart, smoking a cigarette leaning against a jeep and smoking.

"Hey, man, get me one." At this time, there was a sound in his ears, he turned his head to see, Cherkovso, he was coming over, his hand was taking out of his pocket, a breath, there was a thick mist in the air, this hand looked frozen, the joints looked stiff, when he took the cigarette, the lighter could not be lit, and finally Ben. Longfellow shook his hand vigorously before the lighter lit, and the latter spat out a smoke ring, pointed to the weapons all over the ground, and said with a smile, "Well, do you want to have some fun?" Do you want to shoot? Tank? It's still a bazooka, if you want to play, say it, anyway, it's a cheap price, if you like it, you can buy a few tanks to go back, buy 6 get 1 free now! ”

The hairy bear is really generous in doing business.

"You... Is it really okay to sell weapons like this? "Ben. Longfellow was still like a naïve child, and he didn't know why he asked, "You are selling weapons and equipment, and you are a national resource." ”

Chernkovso looked at the other party in surprise, how can this drop?

And a bit of justice?

Seeing the other party like that, he frowned and took a puff of cigarette, "You don't know, we haven't received military funds for more than two months." ”

It is no secret that in 1991 many republics stopped allocating funds to local garrisons, and in order to maintain the normal life of the troops, some commanders had to sell the military supplies at their disposal. For a small fee, local residents can drive the so-called "scrapped" armored vehicles home.

With the complete withdrawal of troops from Eastern Europe and the CIS countries and the massive reduction of troops, Russia's military warehouses and storage bases have reached a level of supersaturation and are simply unable to accept millions of weapons and equipment. Many of the withdrawn weapons and equipment had to be stored in the open air in temporary warehouses close to the settlements, and these maintenance costs money, plus labor!

Maintenance requires gun oil, engine oil, etc., and you don't have enough to drink, and you still use it to wipe the gun, is it possible?

Didn't get military spending?

This is important for living in relative peace in the present. Longfellow said that it was unimaginable, he knew that if the young masters of the army had less benefits, they would have to scream! It's good to be able to do it for two months.

"And do you sell everything?" He pursed his mouth, the smell of smoke still lingering on it.

Chirkovso gave him a meaningful look, "The world has made us start to worship only dollars!" ”

This is not answered positively, but it also says it all from the side.

The number of weapons on the books of Mao Xiong is so great that a Soviet officer once revealed that almost every Soviet combat unit will have more weapons in reserve than the unit, and there is even a battalion of spare guns, capable of equipping 4 Soviet divisions. Although there is an element of exaggeration in this statement, plus outside of these ledgers, how terrifying the total number of weapons is! However, with the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War, Russia no longer needed such a powerful force to maintain a high level of deterrence, and these weapons became a burden.

People with a little guts dare to go to the barracks to "pan for gold", often stealing some guns, bullets and even shoulder-mounted bazookas to resell.

The hungry woolly bear doesn't even distinguish between the targets when selling weapons and equipment cheaply, as long as they are willing to pay, even ordinary people can drive tanks home.

What is even more exaggerated than buying and selling weapons is that due to the shortage of funds, many old Soviet troops have no place to store their weapons, so they will casually store them in some ordinary places, such as temporary open-air warehouses set up in the field, and some even openly park tanks in rows on the side of the road. Don't be surprised if you see someone driving a tank on the road.

It's just a day-to-day operation.

It was also a long-term business, and later during the Second Chechen War, the members of the negotiating team of the other side said that they asked the other side to give them a little weapon. Of course, this is a refusal, and then the other party says that it is sold.

There is money to take...

This has to be considered, as for whether there is a deal, I don't know, but there must be something greasy in it.

Root. Longfellow suddenly realized, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked softly, "Before, Nicholas... Is that your husband going to work with you? Or has your relationship always been so good? ”

This guy, how can you ask that?

Cherkovso's discovery that this guy was simply incompetent, and of course he couldn't tell the truth, so he uttered typical diplomatic rhetoric.

"We work with all partners who are interested in cooperating."

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