The An-12 has a length of nearly 30 meters and a height of more than 10 meters, which can completely swallow the heavy truck, and as for the other transport vehicles, they belong to the 2nd Division, and the tires have to be sent back.

Tang Dao, who was sitting in the cabin, shook his legs and looked through the round window, where the tires and others were standing below, waving at him.

"Are you nervous? Mr. Nicholas. Ambrose came out of the cab, still holding a bottle of wine in his hand, there was no text on it, only a skull, he shook it, "Come and drink, the wine can completely eliminate timidity." ”

He bit the cork open with his teeth, and he didn't know where to get the cup, poured it half full, and stuffed it.

"Aren't you going to the cockpit later?" Tang Dao asked casually, Ambrose didn't care, the wine glass touched, and he finished with his head high, and a red tide suddenly appeared on his face, "Drink some wine, it's more energetic to fly the plane." ”

Wine... Drunk driving?!

Tang Dao's heart trembled, including Robert, who was sitting in the corner, his eyes widened.

It turns out that it is true that the Soviets drank alcohol and flew planes?

"Look scare you, hahaha, I'm kidding." Ambrose was amused when he saw that they believed it.

Tang Dao breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip, the taste was a little astringent, he was just about to speak, the "young fox" under the seat began to roar, and he felt a suspension under his feet, and the startled Tang Dao grabbed Robert's thigh with his right hand, and the latter grinned in pain.

His eyes were closed, his face was a little pale, and he gritted his teeth vigorously, and his face looked hideous.

After waiting for a few minutes, he obviously felt that his buttocks were much more stable, and Tang Dao's breathing was much more stable.

"Are you afraid of heights?" Ambrose's surprised voice came, obviously not convinced, and sighed twice, "It's rare to see an arms dealer with a fear of heights. ”

"Just legs... Sore legs. Tang Dao stiffened his mouth, dried the skull in his hand, this face finally slowly regained its blood, Ambrose was obviously very interested in him, waved his hand at Robert, signaled to squeeze to the side, sat down next to Tang Dao, and helped him add some more to the empty cup, "I'm curious, the tire will help you, this person is so ruthless that he even watched when his son was killed..."

Tang Dao raised his head and looked at Ambrose, twisted his eyebrows, slowly retracted his gaze, and tapped the cup with his fingers, "It's nothing impossible, I can just bring him benefits, 55% of this batch of goods is his." ”

The corners of Ambrose's mouth twitched when he heard this.

He was also a little surprised that the tire was so ruthless, but it seemed that it was indeed the's method.

Nothing moves him more than profit.

55%？

That's close to millions of dollars.

Ambrose's eyes also flashed a little greedy, but he was instantly cut off by his own life, the crew plus himself was only four people in total, two of them were flying planes, and one was in the cockpit, and there were five people on Tang Dao's side, the man with a full beard and a lion king was performing a dagger throwing to two white people!

The dagger shifted nimbly between the fingers.

This is a master of knives.

Unsure of what to do, Ambrose would rather not think about it himself.

However, when he knew that the tires occupied the majority of this batch of goods, his heart was also much more crooked, and he looked at the cup in his right hand, and threw it aside with a black face, and with a thunderclap, it shattered, and he picked up the bottle and began to pour it into his mouth.

This wine is a bit strong...

As soon as the bottle was dried, Ambrose himself emptied himself, his mouth open, his eyes half-open, and he was drunk.

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Namibia is located in southwest Africa, bordered by Angola and Zambia to the north, Botswana to the east, southwest Africa, and South Africa to the south. It is an important strategic location, but because of the long-term colonial rule, the manufacturing industry here is very low, and it depends on the so-called humanitarian support, but it is like a joke.

Herutfontein Airport is located in the capital of the Ochozonjupa district of the Republic of Namibia.

It is a military-civilian airport, and it is also the largest airport in Namibia, the airport has two runways, one of which is civilian, with a length of 3,560 meters, which is also a large airport in southwest Africa.

Under the command of the ground tower, the An-12 landed slowly and docked smoothly on the tarmac.

"Damn, it's finally landed, in the sky, in the bathroom, I'm afraid that the people below are covered in shit!"

Standing on the ground, Osborne couldn't help but stretch, twisted his head, his muscles were stretching, he was carrying an AKM on his back, and there were a few magazines in his pocket, he glanced at Robert next to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, man, don't be nervous, relax, how can there be so many attacks in this place?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge explosion suddenly sounded in the city in the distance, the ground shook, and a small mushroom cloud appeared, which startled Osborne jumped, shrunk his neck, stunned, and then looked at Robert in embarrassment.

"Well, don't worry, it's a minority." Robert said very seriously, and the embarrassed Englishman blushed.

"A month ago, Namibia's largest reactionary army announced the capture of Belilbo, an important town 30 kilometers away from Herutfontein, and the government army sent an army and the only artillery battalion to carry out a counteroffensive, and now the two sides have a chance of winning each other." Ambrose stepped off the plane with a serious face, looked into the distance, and raised his head to look at the time, "We can't stay here for long, we have to leave after filling up the tank, but I have contacted the person in charge of the airport, and he will serve you." ”

Tang Dao took a deep breath, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, he was trembling all over, blood was boiling, listening to the sporadic gunshots in the city, he found that he suddenly fell in love with this place, and saw several figures jogging over in his eyes, all wearing white uniforms, led by a black man with glasses, casually glancing towards the cabin, his eyes suddenly widened.

He saw...

Tanks and armored vehicles!

Arms dealers?

"Hello sir, my name is Dalton, the person in charge of the airport, do you need any help?" The black man grinned, his teeth glistening in the night, and as a Namibian he hated arms dealers, but as an airport director he liked these generous "vampires".

This is not the first time that an arms dealer has come, someone from France has come before, and it cost close to $3,000 at the airport! Including labor, aircraft maintenance, and storage of goods, all of which cost money.

Tang Dao glanced at Ambrose, who took a step back, indicating that he was not involved.

"I want two warehouses, and I need a group of people."

"How much?" Dalton's eyes lit up and he asked.

"30 people, $1 per person per day." Tang Dao stretched out his hand and offered the price.

This is a considerable income in Namibia, although it is a middle-income country, but the gap between the rich and the poor is large, the unemployment rate is as high as 51.2%, the Gini coefficient is as high as 0.743, it is one of the countries with the largest gap between the rich and the poor in the world, accounting for one-fifth of the population, the income of the rich accounts for 78.7% of the country's total income, and the income of the extremely poor people who account for one-fifth of the country's population accounts for only 1.4% of the national income, and the AIDS epidemic is rampant, making the population here live a low life.

Rich people can live well anywhere.

People who have no money have their own misfortunes.

For $1, it's all about recruiting a bunch of sturdy guys.

Dalton was able to collect some kickbacks from it, and more money fell into his pocket, and nodded hurriedly, "I'll go and make arrangements, gentlemen, do you need dinner?" For 15 gold, you can enjoy Namibia's most unique sashimi. He glared wistfully.

"Get more good food, money is not an issue." Gnawing on cans on the plane, and now my mouth is astringent to death, and there is sashimi where this bird doesn't poop? That's got to be a good taste.

“OK！” Dalton rubbed his hands together and sneered, "Sir, can you settle the bill first?" ”

……