"Osborne, get some gun oil." Tang Dao threw the gun cloth on the ground, with a look of disgust, this Amalet AR-18 automatic rifle has not been maintained for a long time, and the chamber inside is rusty, no wonder it is called "poor man's M16", even the system said that this is a second-class goods, the maintenance is unqualified, and the recommended recycling price does not exceed 70 US dollars...

Osborne took the gun, sniffed at it, shivered, and made a gesture of vomiting, "Is this soaking in?" ”

"Stop whining." Tang Dao pushed him down, looking at the mercenary in front of him, the latter was so embarrassed that his face turned red, this weapon can be used like this, and it is indeed a talent, at least it hasn't exploded yet.

The Brit pursed his lips, buried his head, and vented all his grievances on the barrel of the gun.

…

Barceló, who was wiping the cover, heard someone at the door, looked up in a daze, and saw a team member holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, trotting over, "Commander." ”

Barcelo hurriedly wiped his hand on his cargo pants, took it, covered his ear with his right hand, and found a place to mutter.

Tang Dao looked at the walkie-talkie with a little envy in the back, now in the early 90s, the most famous is Motorola, but the lightest is also 250g, but what he needs is a base station, in a backward country like Namibia, there must be no base station, so, including combat troops, most of them still use walkie-talkies.

Of course, there are also people who use Saber walkie-talkies, in the Gulf War, the U.S. military is using this walkie-talkie, the military is at least two generations ahead of the civilian two, the monopoly of technology, so that it is not cheap, one at least costs thousands of dollars, Witt does not eat or drink for two and a half days, ordinary mercenaries really can't afford it.

Even if the kobold mercenary group earns $30,000 a day, it is almost impossible to equip everyone.

"Next time, I'll have to find some walkie-talkie goods, which should be able to sell." Tang Dao touched his chin and pondered, and found a business opportunity, and at this time, Barcelo had already finished speaking, walked straight towards him, squatted down and smiled at Tang Dao's puzzled eyes and said, "The head of the regiment said, I helped you find a buyer, let me take you to the hotel." ”

Buyers?

Tang Dao's eyes lit up, and he had to admire Gould's efficiency, so he found someone?

"When?"

Barcelo looked at his watch and squinted, "They've got forty minutes or so to go." ”

"Osborne, Witt, pack your things, let's go back." Tang Dao immediately made a decision, picked up the ammunition box that was made as a stool just now, and moved it to the armored car, which naturally attracted the attention of the other mercenaries in the house.

"Nicholas, are you leaving?" Someone shouted.

"Nope! I'm just sending warmth to other people who need me, you know, there are 550 million guns in the world, and on average, there is one for every 12 people. My question is, how do I sell the gun to 11 other people and let them enjoy their freedom. Tang Dao stood up, stuck his waist, and said with a smile.

This drew laughter from everyone, and some unceremoniously made international gestures.

Tang Dao took out a pack of cigarettes and threw them away, "Gentlemen, if you need it, you can come to the "Star of tomorrow" in Namibia to find me, I will definitely invite you to have a drink, of course, if you need goods in the future, you can also come from me, I will sell everything, if you need to solve your physiological needs, I can prepare for you." ”

He blinked as he spoke, raised an eyebrow, and made a gesture that a man understands, which drew another laugh.

However, it is clear that this group of people knew about the existence of Nicholas, a mobile arms dealer.

"Goodbye, gentlemen." Tang Dao sat in the co-pilot and waved his hand, "God bless you." ”

But don't die, when I take all the dollars out of your pockets, you can go wherever you like, and you can play bridge with God.

…

"Sir, it's time for you to buy a messenger." Witt half-squatted behind and said in a muffled voice, looking at the reflector in the car, and looking at Tang Dao, "You leave them a phone number, so that your business will be more." He licked his dry lips and changed his legs to squat, "I used to be in the Middle East, I saw a Frenchman, he is a dealer of Giat (French Ground Weapons Industry Group Corporation), his business card is printed like this, and he also sells French goods, but I think he must be bragging, but his service is really good, a phone call, directly to you in front of you, even if you are fighting, he will send it to you, which is much easier than those fixed arms dealers." ”

Tang Dao frowned on the right side when he heard this, isn't this the one-stop service he is going to build?

Has anyone already erected this?

And it was obvious that he was in the forefront, which made Tang Dao anxious in his heart, but he knew how strong the learning ability of the businessman group was, what they liked to do most was to follow the path of their predecessors, if there was a way to increase their income, it would not be long before this method would spread in the third world around the world.

It's time for a new industry to re-establish the rules!

Tang Dao's face was very calm, but the hand holding the handle slowly became stronger, and he took a deep breath, he seemed to have smelled the smell of competition in the air, the market is so big, in addition to those hooligans, now more and more people are interfering in this cake, and it is inevitable that there will be a bloody storm.

To say scared?

That's not it, Tang Dao was just thinking about what kind of play he should use.

"Boss, it's here." Just as he was in a trance, Osborne pulled the handbrake, stopped safely, and shouted softly.

"Huh? Good. ”

Tang Dao pushed open the door and got out of the car, and through the half-height window, he could already see Gould facing the doorway, and across from him sat a man in a trench coat wrapping himself up, and the old woman was drawing something on the menu with a black face.

"Mr. Nicholas." Cornelia was lying on the counter, heard the movement at the door, raised her head, and when she saw Tang Dao, her eyes lit up, and she screamed very sweetly, which attracted the attention of Gould and others, and the dog-headed family got up with a smile.

Tang Dao touched Cornelia's head and walked over, "I'm sorry, on the way... Traffic! ”

This damn place traffic jam?

Rotten excuses!

However, Gould didn't care, and helped to introduce, "Conan. Mr. Crane, this is Nicholas. ”

"Hello, sir." Tang Dao stretched out his hand very politely.

The other party slowly raised his head, it was a black man, a scar hooked down from the corner of his eye, as if he had been scratched by some sharp blade, his eyes were still a little white, he shook hands with Tang Dao, and directly stepped into the topic, "I heard, you have a batch of goods in your hand?" How many more of this BTR-40 do you have? ”

Tang Dao looked at Gould, who nodded slightly.

"There are six more BTR-40s." After he finished speaking, it was obvious that he saw Conan frowning, dissatisfied with the quantity? This guy has such a big appetite? He quickly continued, "However, I have better goods than this. ”

"What's there?" Conan asked.

Tang Dao looked left and right, and lowered his voice, "Lao Maozi's goods, T-64 tank!" ”

Gould was holding the water, and as soon as he swallowed it, he heard this, his throat and eyes choked, his face was flushed, he covered his mouth, and looked at Tang Dao.

He thought that this Chinese was just an ordinary seller, why did you come out of the tank?

How big is it?

Conan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Tang Dao's hand, "Take me to see the goods." ”

The latter looked down at the other party's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pulled it back without moving, who knows if the black man will carry any virus? "Conan. Mr. Crane, of course you can, but ... I also have to see that you have the ability to buy. ”

As soon as the words fell, Conan threw out a stack of dollars.

"Osborne, get ready for the car! Let's go to the warehouse. Tang Dao raised his head and sat up straight, and shouted at the Briton who had just parked the car, and then very unceremoniously stuffed the dollar into his pocket, and touched it with his right hand, flicked it a few times, and the corners of his mouth smiled crookedly.

This stack... That's about $20,000!

As long as you give money, it's easy to say, even if you give you stinky feet, Tang Dao is willing.

It's so bottomless and shameless.

……