"There are too few Soviet goods here, uh... I've seen a lot of them before in the Gulf War, have you seen PK machine guns? Put it on the roof, shoot it downstairs, oh my God, I'll never forget that voice, it's so passionate. "This guy is obviously a talker, and he is also a fan of Soviet goods, and when he thinks about the subtleties, he still closes his eyes and shakes his body.

Tang Dao appropriately showed his surprise, "You also participated in the Gulf War?" Awesome, you're supposed to be a hero, sir. ”

"Of course, I once encountered a soldier of the US 82nd Airborne Division in Kuwait City, and it was as close as we were, and I broke his neck with my own hands!" He fiddled with his hairstyle and said proudly.

Big brother, you blow it so much, I don't know how to praise you.

The 82nd Airborne Division is the elite of Lao Mei's lineage, and their motto is: "Landing anywhere in the world!" "From World War I to World War II... He admitted that the person in front of him looked like five big and three thick, but if it was really one-on-one, I was afraid that it would be very hanging.

Sure enough, the people who demolished the stage were everywhere.

"Stephen, please shut your foul mouth, I remember when you pulled all the on your pants, and if the regimental commander hadn't saved you, you would be river garbage under the Euphrates by now."

It was very uncomfortable to be exposed, as if he had torn his trouser pockets, and Stephen's face turned red, "You...... Damn it! He gritted his teeth and was about to go up to the other party to fight.

"That's enough." A low male voice with a heavy metal voice sounded, and Tang Dao saw the man who was originally leaning against the corner of the wall, holding the M4 carbine, moved, his magazine was not the usual STANAG magazine, but a rare C-Mag drum, which could hold 100 rounds.

There are generally two kinds of people who use this kind of drum commercially on the battlefield, one is an idiot novice who thinks that a large number of bullets is the king, and the other is the main force that serves as the main fire suppression and strong assault ability.

The man grabbed the hat that was originally covering his face, and Tang Dao could see his face clearly at once.

With short blond hair, dark brown pupils, and a high pointed nose, he looks like the hero of "Disillusionment" written by the great writer Balzac, Lucien, who looks more like a poet, but this is obviously an illusion, have you ever seen Lucien with a bullet belt on his back?

As soon as he spoke, Stephen and the two immediately shut up, but they still glared at each other.

"Is there a 5.56 bullet?" The man walked over, as if he hadn't slept well, and his eyes were half-open and asked.

“5.56？ Yes! And two ammunition boxes with 500 rounds? Tang Dao's eyes lit up, he glanced at the other party's pocket slightly, there was a bulge, there must be money, and the M4 carbine was only pushed out by the United States this year (1991), this guy will get one now, it is not ruled out that he has a way in the United States, will such a person be short of money?

What should be considered is why such a person would come to be a mercenary, of course, this is nothing to do with Tang Dao, he is only responsible for putting money from the other party's pocket into his own pocket.

To be a businessman, you have to learn to read words and looks,

"Give me two cardinalities."

Tang Dao blew up at Osborne, motioned for the other party to go there, rubbed his hands and smiled, "5.56 bullets cost two dollars per shot..."

"Two dollars?!"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this price, this price is too outrageous, and they will consume more than a dozen dollars every time they pull the trigger? Who can afford this?

Even the blonde man kept a calm face, "Are you kidding me?" ”

"Of course not, I, Nicholas, am the most reputable in business, I just make a little bit of luck, few arms dealers are willing to come to the front line, it's too dangerous here, and we are willing to provide free gun cleaning services, as long as we buy more than $100 from us, we will be responsible for helping to clean and maintain the guns." Tang Dao still had a smile on his face, "This is only four or five hundred dollars at most, but you can enjoy a different service, sir, don't you need to try it?" ”

The corners of the blonde youth's eyes twitched slightly, how could he think this was like a trap?

Although many people present use beautiful weapons, and this is notoriously delicate and difficult to maintain, if you don't maintain it, and you are afraid that it will be angry, when will you get stuck, and you will not be polite to blow up the chamber, but in the battlefield maintenance, there is no such condition, so, Tang Dao's gift service is still very exciting.

In a particularly needed environment, the craft you can do, that's to make money.

$100 is a big deal for the mercenaries present, buy some bullets and stock up, but you can clean your guns for free and save some gun fuel, so why not? Only those who have maintained the gun know how anti-locking and disgusting this process is!!

"Sir?" Tang Dao whispered to the blonde youth, who muttered for a while, "Bring me 300 rounds of ammunition, but I will take care of the rifle myself, and you take care of my pistol." As he spoke, he lifted his clothes, with a holster at his waist, and a classic M1911 was asleep with its head upright.

"Wow! Look at how beautiful it is, rest assured, we'll make it comfortable. Tang Dao took the M1911 with both hands and praised the gunshot, "I can help you get it right away, I don't know what to call it?" ”

The blonde young man hesitated, but then spoke, "Simon riley. Riley). With that, he continued to lie down in his place.

Tang Dao put the dollar in his hand into his pocket, turned his head, and saw Osborne's bitter face, "Boss... With so many guns, when will it be wiped? ”

"Didn't I find Barcelo and them? Let them help too, don't worry, I will reward you with $3 for you to wipe a gun, and, after the matter, I will give you a sum of money, which will definitely be enough for you to go back to Warsaw and squander. Tang Dao patted him on the shoulder and played the package ticket, as soon as Osborne heard that he had money, his body stood up straight, his eyes lit up, and he ran over to greet the customer.

Tang Dao nodded with satisfaction, although this guy has an elusive temper, his attachment to money is still certain, as long as he likes money, that's fine.

"Witt? Well? What are you looking at? Tang Dao turned his head and shouted, and found that Witt's eyes were looking into the distance, and he was stunned for a moment, but he also looked over and found that he was really looking at Simon. Riley, lightly elbowed him, and asked in a low voice, "You know?" ”

Witt shook his head and nodded.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it, all I know is his nickname: Ghost! And he is also an Englishman, and it seems that he has also served in the special forces, but I don't know exactly in which unit, he is a freelance mercenary, and he is also a professional assaulter! Activities and in various mercenary groups in northern Namibia as an assaulter, he participated in the mission, the success rate of 100%, quite famous in this battlefield, I heard that some people recruited him, but he refused. ”

"Ghosts?" Tang Dao always felt that this nickname was rotten on the street, but this Simon didn't look like a bad hand, he took a deep look, and then turned around, and continued to work, anyway, the other party is just his customer, the merchant doesn't care where he comes from, as long as he doesn't have interests linked to himself, you pop out of the stone, Tang Dao doesn't bother to say.

After Barcelo found Tang Dao and the others, he was ordered to help clean the gun.

Looking at the piles of American weapons and equipment on the ground, cold sweat flowed from this guy's head, and then he looked up at the mercenaries playing bridge on the opposite side, and the war correspondents didn't dare to pose like this scene.

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