Chapter 38: Shout for dollars!!
Although Robert has few words, he has a strong ability to execute.
He contacted Southwest Airlines and leased a Boeing 757-200, which was only the first freighter to fly in 1982, which should be one of the most advanced aircraft at present, with a take-off weight of 220,000 pounds (99,800 kilograms) and a maximum take-off weight of 255,500 pounds (115,900 kilograms) for a long range, which is about 115.9 tons!
The price of this kind of large plane is not cheap, according to the charge of 6,000 US dollars per hour, if there is a transfer time, waiting time must also be included, fly to Germany and then go to Ukraine, this trip, at least close to 300,000 US dollars.
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When he heard this price, Tang Dao, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but curse in a low voice, but the next second he raised his head and bowed his head, "Okay, the time is in three days." β
"Well, that's what I negotiated with him." Rob nodded, and suddenly opened his mouth, this action happened to be seen by Tang Dao, he smiled and raised his head slightly, "What do you want to say?" β
"Boss, should we bring some guys?"
Tang Dao's fingers tapped his knees rhythmically, "I don't want to cause trouble, don't take it to Germany, Ukraine, Osborne will solve it." β
He's out there to grab the goods!
It is inevitable that they will be intimidated by other arms dealers and even some vested interests.
The cake is so big, it can't be explained in a few words.
This time, Tang Dao is ready to dry the frame.
But he is really true in his heart, as long as you don't have to be surrounded by the regular army, he has retired elite soldiers of the Delta Force between the squads, and there are also Italian dignitaries protection teams with tacit understanding in the squad, these people are used as anti-terrorist forces in Italy, and there are also the trump cards of the "Red Devil" paratrooper regiment, these are the reasons why he is calm now.
Rob nodded, "Then I'll do the preparations." β
"Go ahead, take the bag of money you got from the Swiss bank yesterday and give it to the Italians." Tang Dao pointed to the door and opened the black suitcase on the small shelf, which contained 200,000 US dollars, and he looked at the surprised Robert, "You should give a half-year bonus in advance." β
After Robert left the room, his brain was still empty, looking at the box in his hand, feeling the weight, and muttering to himself, "What a happy Italian." β
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Kyiv!
Since the August 19 incident, the local stock market almost collapsed, prices soared, and all industries received penalties that were almost cut in half, and in this case, the security on the streets is not ideal, the police cannot afford to pay their salaries, who wants to work, the pedestrians on the streets are also fast, and everyone can feel the oppressive atmosphere in the air.
Chirping...
The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the heavy rain and cold wind blew in, and the homeless man who was sleeping on the corner table shivered, raised his head, and was about to curse, but when he saw the other party's size, he closed his mouth in a daze, and lowered his head silently.
The person who came in put the umbrella behind the door, shook off his windbreaker, walked to the counter, knocked on the table, and the bartender who was dozing off in the back was excited, raised his head, very casually, "What to drink?" β
"Ivan. Is Andreyevich there? β
The bartender's drowsiness disappeared suddenly, and he wrung his eyebrows and looked up and down at the white man in front of him, "What are you looking for him?" β
"We made an appointment on the phone, my name is John. Cannesburg. β
"Follow me." He lifted the curtain behind him and hooked his finger at John.
Behind this was a Japanese sliding door, and the bartender knocked on the door, and there was a Russian voice from inside, and when he pushed the door open, John, who was standing behind, saw two Slavs sitting inside, both of them very strong.
"Americans?" One of the men in white casual clothes frowned when he saw John, and looked at his companion in confusion, who obviously already knew, stood up and stretched out his hand, "Welcome, Mr. John." β
"Mr. Andreyevich?"
"Just call me Ivan." The corners of his mouth raised, and he greeted John very warmly to sit down, poured him a glass of wine with his own hands, and pointed to the man in casual clothes next to him and introduced, "Vladimir. Dulwigyo. Korolev, colonel of the mechanized brigade of the 24th Berkichev Iron Army. β
Vladimir?
This name is not bad, if translated in Chinese, it means "to rule the world" or "to control the world", as the name of the revolutionary leader Lenin, Vladimir is a very common name for men in Russia, like John, Tom, Peter and the like in English.
But the people of the same name occupied the mainstream in the territory of the Soviet Union, and the wildness in their bones was vividly reflected in the name.
The most important thing is his identity, how can it be possible that such a young regiment leader has no background at home?
To know that the 24th Belkichev Iron Army Mechanized Brigade was named after King Daniel I of Galicia,
The brigade is the earliest surviving Soviet// Union unit in Ukraine, formerly known as the 1st Simbirsk Infantry Division established during the Russian Civil War in 1918, and later transformed into the 24th Infantry Division.
"Hello, sir." John could feel Vladimir's unkindness, and his aggressive gaze looked like a leopard rushing out, this guy obviously didn't have a good impression of the Americans, and when he heard his greeting, the latter snorted coldly, looked at Andrievich very dissatisfied, and said in Russian, "You didn't tell me, it's an American idiot, I'd rather throw the goods into the Pacific Ocean to reclaim the sea, and I don't want to give them them." β
Andrievich was embarrassed, swept John away, and persuaded the other party with good words, but this guy didn't know each other, and scolded in Russian for nearly two minutes, and finally...
"Sir, I think you'd better change your language, because I know Russian." John couldn't help but open his mouth, and then Andrievich and Vladimir's colleague were stunned, but at that moment, the latter suddenly stood up, pointed at him, and began to squirt, "Π‘ΡΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ½!" (bitch!) Go back to your America and leave my country. β
"Hey! Vladimir calm down. Andrievich was afraid that the two would get into trouble, so he hurriedly grabbed him and persuaded him.
John frowned, still sitting, looking at the emotional Ukrainian, suddenly smiled, his brows relaxed, he felt like he was watching a wild dog jump up and down, "Are you going to let me go back with dollars?" Mr? β
"Don't want your money!" Vladimir has a backbone.
John took out a bank card from his arms, put it on the table, and tapped the table twice with his right index finger, "There are 40,000 dollars here, which is my greeting gift, I know that Mr. Vladimir is hostile to the United States, I am sorry, but this is not our reason, it's just that the times are weeding out people who don't agree with him." β
The rest of the words were almost, because neither of them listened, and their eyes were on the bank cards.
$40,000?!
Vladimir has not led the military salary for thirteen months, if it weren't for the fact that his family still has a little bottom, he would really be starved to death in office, but the other soldiers are not so lucky, many people secretly exchange armaments for basic living expenses, this matter, he knows, and acquiesce, and is also a little excited.
His friend Andrievich approached him and said that there was a group of people who wanted a batch of weapons, and the two hit it off and wanted to make extra money.
"It's just a greeting gift, we still have a million supplies on the way, I think, that's enough to make Mr. Vladimir forget your homeland." John did not hesitate, his eyes were hooked, "The Soviet Union, to death!" β
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