Tang Dao finally understood the pain of doing business.

There are tens of millions of traffickers in the world, and the number that may be mixed up is only a slap, mainly because there are so many poor ghosts!

There are more people watching the excitement than the actual buyers, and the total has only been sold for less than 20,000 US dollars so far.

But there was a Frenchman selling groceries opposite, but business was good.

What diapers, canned beef, and even newspapers and periodicals like "Playboy" and "Attic" are sold, compared to weapons, maybe these are solace for mercenaries, and the angry Tang knife covers his liver, and the one who sells arms is better than the one who engages in X.

In the evening, looking at the sunset in the sky, it was about seven o'clock, and the flow of people in the gymnasium was much less, Tang Dao stood up from the ground with his legs propped up, stomped his numb feet, and kicked Osborne, who was snoring with his mouth open on the side, and he didn't know what the other party was dreaming about, so he shivered and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Closing the stall."

"Oh, good." Osborne rubbed his eyes, stretched, pushed the co-pilot's Witt, and shouted in the other person's ear, "Get up and pee!" ”

Almost didn't scare Witt, and when the soul returns, I'm going to him.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, hurry up and finish, let's find a place to stay." Tang Dao frowned and raised his voice, and the two of them scolded and started to move the goods, but they still glared at each other.

Ten minutes later, the armored car drove out of the Tut Stadium, and when it was at the door, it stopped, stretched out a hand from the window, held a hundred dollars, and handed it to a black woman in a white shirt, who also gave him a hand-torn invoice, grinning, and the teeth were like touching bleaching powder, "Welcome to come back next time, sir." ”

Tang Dao took the invoice and looked at it casually, this English is like a tadpole, it hurts to see people's brains, and when he rolls it, he throws it out of the car, and after rolling on the ground a few times, it was crushed by the right rear wheel...

"Birds don't poop in this place, but there are a lot of rules." Job half-crouched behind the armored car, huddled with the weapon, and clutched his sides tightly, for fear that when Osborne braked again, the remaining half of his face would be swollen.

"Of course, there are rules to make money, and this market can have at least four or five hundred thousand yuan a day." Witt's head also popped out from behind, and this opening attracted Tang Dao's ears to poke up.

Four and a half thousand?

"Are you talking about rubles?" Job laughed dryly, but he himself laughed a few times like Donald Duck, and when he found that no one was catering to him, he lowered his head and held back his voice in embarrassment, but there was an end in his throat.

"I've only heard about it."

Witt changed his legs and squatted, a little numb, "We play games, people make rules, of course this has to earn more, do you know why many countries write arms trafficking into the law?" Because, you are moving their interests. ”

There is some truth to this.

The United States is at the forefront of the fight against arms crimes, but they also account for four-sevenths of the world's arms business!

From high-end weapons to battlefield mines, they produce them and do not allow anyone to intervene, because monopoly is the most shameless business.

Tang Dao was half-sideways, and was about to speak, when suddenly a huge impact force took half of his ass away, and his body almost flew out, but because he dragged the handle with his other hand, he broke it hard.

When the BTR-40 passed by the mouth of an alley, a jeep suddenly rushed out of the alley, hit a point on the right rear side of the armored car, and almost overturned it, but after all, there were five tons, and the BTR-40 just got up half of the tires, and then paused again.

"Action!"

Three muscular figures jumped out of the jeep, one of them carried an RP-46 machine gun, stuck the butt on the pelvis, pulled the handle with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and fired at the side of the armored car!

Toot Toot Toot Too

The 7.62mm bullet occasionally ricocheted when it hit it, and sparks sparked in all directions.

"Approach!" After the machine gunner ran out of bullets, one of them shouted with a dark green mask and a skull painted on it, holding a 33E automatic rifle produced by the German company Heckler-Koch, vigilantly and slowly approaching from three different directions, and the people in it were definitely not dead!

Lao Maozi's BTR-40 is not so crispy.

But in addition to the sound of breathing, even the sound of footsteps is faint mosquito sound.

A white man wearing a peaked cap and a dark gray combat uniform squatted down, pulled the driver's door from below, and as soon as he put his hand on it, the door opened instantly.

Bang!

It was a very crisp sound, smashed on the skull, and the white man did not stand firm under his feet, so he fell backwards and sat on the ground, which startled everyone, but after reacting, he raised his hand and prepared to shoot at the car door, when he saw a black thing thrown out of it and rolled on the ground.

“Grenade！！”

This is an anti-1 grenade, with 60g of TNT explosives wrapped in the projectile body, and an effective killing radius of 30 meters!

After throwing the grenade out, the door closed again, and with the sound of the door closing, a dull blast blast tested the BTR-40, and shrapnel scarred the armor.

"Bang... Bang, bang! ”

The co-pilot's door was "hit" and recessed by the shock wave, and after several consecutive iron sounds, the door was finally kicked open from the inside, Tang Dao crawled out with blood on his face, and the liquid drilled into his eye sockets, making the world red, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and his eyes scanned around through the bottom of the car.

"Knock knock." Only the sound of the heart beating is very fast.

Attacked!

But can he still have enemies in Namibia?

Tang Dao's brain was almost blank, he was holding a Makarov pistol in his hand, at a distance of three meters away, there was a white man who struggled to get up, Tang Dao forced himself to calm down, he couldn't die here, put the trigger on his finger ...

He had fired, when he was studying in the United States, he had fired a few shots at the shooting range, but it was against the target, and now he was a living person, his fingers were shaking, but he pressed the trigger very resolutely, and a bullet hit the opponent in the shoulder.

"Whew... Geer, help me! The white man cried out in tears, but the next second, a bullet hit him in the neck, and he suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth, trying to reach out to cover the wound, but the blood escaped through the gap and fell to the ground and died.

And at this time, Osborne also came out, he was lucky, only his cheeks were bruised, and he looked around with anger, but he kept his mouth shut, cleaned the battlefield first, and refilled the corpse, but he also found a live mouth, pulled the other party's collar, like dragging a dead dog, and dragged it to Tang Dao, "There is still a living one." ”

Tang Dao stood up with the tires of the armored car, his whole body was sore, his eyebrows were scowling, he pulled down the other party's mask, and his face was exposed, his right eye was swollen, his front teeth were lost, and his left calf was blown up.

"Boss, I've seen this at the market, isn't it right next to our stall?" Osborne suddenly raised his head and said.

"Do you dare to mess with Lao Tzu?"

Tang Dao covered the sky with a mouth, gritted his teeth, he understood, the other party must be looking at himself as just a few people, wanting to do a vote and treat himself as a soft persimmon?

He grabbed the other party by the hair, and with a force of his arm, he hit the side of the armored car, which did not spare his hand, and a hole came out of his head.

"Want my goods?" Tang Dao's eyes widened and he looked at the other party, the latter had pleading in his eyes, but he even had the strength to beg for mercy.

"Lao Tzu asked you to touch my goods!" The right hand grabbed the other party's neck, roared hideously, and forced!

"Ahem..."

The West Asian's face was flushed, his eyes bulging, his legs were kicking, the corners of his eyes twitched, and finally, without a struggle.

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