"There are two small rooms in this big room, and everything must not be destroyed, otherwise you will have to pay compensation according to the original price, sir, put your weapon off the TV." The old woman unscrewed the door and turned on the light, the bulb was obviously not full, flickering on and off, seeing Osborne put the AKM in his hand, the two eyebrows exploded, and he was very dissatisfied with the words in English, Tang Dao had studied in the United States, he could hear that this was a Detroit accent, because he had a Detroit classmate who liked to wrap his tongue the most.

Osborne had a shadow over the old woman and raised his hand, "Yes, yes, ma'am. As he spoke, he took the AKM off the top of the old-fashioned TV, turned his head, rolled his eyes at the Tang knife, and grimaced.

The old woman frowned and looked in the room a few times, suddenly paused, walked to the coffee table, half-squatted down, stretched out her hand to wipe it down, her finger was stained with a hair, she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, wrapped the hair, pinched it in the palm of her hand, walked towards the door, and said very politely, "Good night, gentlemen, I wish you a good dream." ”

“shit！” When the old woman walked out, Osborne jumped on the spot and swung his fist, making a boxer-like stance, "If the old woman doesn't leave, I'll teach her how to be a man with a left hook." ”

Tang Dao rolled his eyes, took the gauze, walked to the bathroom, and bandaged it in front of the mirror.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed look in the mirror, he was more of a fluke in his heart, if it was not an armored car, but an ordinary off-road, I am afraid that they would all burp now, those people are really ruthless, they will shoot first with a machine gun, this is a rush to die.

Tang Dao completely no longer thinks that this is a game.

No wonder Stilwell said that there are two kinds of competition in human beings in general, civilized sports and brutal warfare, and that the arms dealers are vultures who profit from war, and they either stand high above or become fertilizer in the dirt of the Third World, and there is no way back.

There was a sense of urgency, pressing Tang Dao strongly, and his breathing was hoarse. A few people alone must be completely insufficient, there are too many greedy beasts and too few hunters, they will be gnawed beyond recognition, they took off their clothes, their right shoulder was full of bruises, they turned on the faucet, took some water with both hands, patted their faces, coughed up phlegm, spit in the sink, picked up their clothes and went out of the bathroom, and casually shouted, "Osborne... it! What are you doing? ”

The latter half of the sentence was completely subconsciously shouted, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Just look at Osborne holding his hands, looking at Witt condescendingly, and pouting, this posture is terrifying.

"Boss—" Osborne scrambled to get up from his bed and explained, "I, I'm just waking him up." ”

"With your mouth?" It's okay if you don't explain it, but as soon as you explain it, the atmosphere is even weirder, and as soon as the British guy opened his mouth, he saw Tang Dao raise his hand and interrupt, "It's okay, I won't discriminate against any view of love, but I hope the other half agrees, not forced, good night." ”

With that, he went into the inner room, and closed the lock, and could hear the obviously muffled roar of the doorway.

The corners of Tang Dao's mouth raised, and he went to a small plank bed with a width of only 1.2, and the moonlight outside the window was reflected in the room, which was rare and quiet.

……

“OMG！！”

A miserable roar interrupted Tang Dao's dream, he unscrewed the door very unhappily, and just about to speak, he saw Witt pressing Osborne, pinching the other party to death, the latter's tongue was spit out, Tang Dao was startled, rushed over, and pulled it hard, which made the other party let go.

"What's going on? What happened? ”

"I... How do I sleep in the same bed with him? Witt asked aloud.

"It turns out that this matter is only this room in this hotel, and it must be crowded." Tang Dao thought what was going on, waved his hand and explained.

Witt's face turned red, he pulled his boxers, and said sadly, "Then why am I not wearing anything?" ”

Belch...

Nothing to wear?

Tang Dao looked back and looked at Osborne with strange eyes, and at this time, he also reacted, blushed angrily, and forcibly explained, "Hey! You did it yourself, not me. ”

"You forced him?" Tang Dao held his hands.

"I didn't!" The Brit roared loudly, his chest breathing heaving, "If he strips naked and chases me after me, as long as I turn back, I will be strong X him." ”

Witt almost wanted to him again, but he couldn't pull it.

"Knock knock."

The rude slamming of the door shook the wall, and the white was peeled off, Tang Dao rubbed his aching temples, and went to open the door, "Fake!" Bastard, what are you doing? Hey? It's you? ”

"Gould?" Tang Dao was also slightly surprised.

"Do you live here too?" Gould stuck his head in and saw Osborne and Witt curled up in a ball, full of question marks, "Who are they?" ”

"Mornings in Namibia are always frenzied, and young lads have nowhere to vent but to have a free fight." Tang Dao spread his hand and said with a serious face, Gould was stunned for a moment, and then gestured to say OK, "I like this way very much, but they better be quiet, after all, there are more than a few of us here." ”

"Damn it! Whoever shouts at this time, help me greet your mother. From the end of the hallway came the sound of dissatisfied scolding and closing the door.

Gould smiled helplessly, "That Mexican is always so grumpy. He pursed his lips and smiled, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Tang Dao looked at the place with a puzzled face, "Do you want to do business?" ”

…

"Good morning, Cornelia."

"Good morning, Mr. Nicholas, what would you like to have?" The little girl standing behind the counter said with a smile with her eyes on the crescent moon.

Tang Dao leaned half against the counter, looked back at Gould, who had already found a seat to sit down, and stretched out two fingers, "Bring me two pasta and two soups." ”

"Okay, $60."

Cornelia was familiar with jotting down her logo, and said in a milky voice.

"Hurry up, you know, I'm starving." After touching her head and thanking her, Tang Dao walked across from Gould, pulled out a chair and sat down, his hands on the table, crossed each other, and his fingers shook flexibly.

Gould was holding a glass of water, also observing him, not understanding, what business could be done between the two sides?

"I have a proposal, you can think about it, I think we can cooperate for a long time, I will meet all your reasonable requirements, and I can give you a 6% discount, and provide you with no less than 200 base ammunition every month, and your kobold mercenary group only needs to do one thing, tell others that the supplier who provides you with all the equipment is me, as long as you write a few words on your clothes, you can enjoy this treatment, how about it?"

Tang Dao understands his shortcomings, he is not a big arms dealer, he is currently more like a second-level dealer, to put it nicely, he is called an arms dealer mobile dealer, one has no connections, the other has no resources, and those who sit in the hotel and drink Louis XIII can not be compared, he makes some hard money.

And the kobold mercenary group is a well-known name in this Belilbo, and they can take advantage of their fame.

Gould was stunned for a moment, but obviously interested, and sat up straight, "Your voice is, let us advertise for you and serve as your spokesperson?" ”

"Strictly speaking, image ambassadors, and only in Namibia."

The price offered by Tang Dao was still very impressive to Gould, two hundred base bullets, that is, 40,000 rounds of ammunition, which is also a lot of money, the benefits of sending it to the door, Gould had no reason to refuse, and agreed without hesitation, "Yes, I accept this problem, but I hope to be able to give us some help at present." ”

"For example?"

Gould's eyes looked outside, Tang Dao followed, and saw the other party staring at BTR-40, the meaning was self-evident.

"I can give it to you, but I have a request." This has already been blown up into such an iron king, Tang Dao doesn't mind giving it away, he doesn't want to sell this goods and be embarrassed.

"Please." When Gould heard this, his eyes flashed with joy.

"I still have a BTR-40 in my hand, you just need to help me find a buyer, and if you are willing to buy it, I can give this one to you, of course, the price is not cheap."

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