"Shh

Tang Dao pressed Robert's shoulder, made a look, and turned back to the two Gould in the room and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have something to do, please wait a moment." ”

Gould hurriedly stood up and said to let him get busy first.

Tang Dao bowed his head, gently closed the door, motioned for Robert to follow him, walked to an open space at the airport, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, pulled down his pants, squatted down in the corner, tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and took a puff, this Titi was refreshed, squinted, and said, "You tell Medvedchuk that I want all the weapons that can be sold, as long as I promise to provide a source of goods for one person, I will guarantee that I will send a plane of daily necessities in two weeks, depending on the value of the weapons he provides, the second thing, Let him help me contact some soldiers who want to come overseas to pan for gold, I will sign a contract with them, special talents and special subsidies, as long as he helps me find someone, I will pay him 200 US dollars, tell him, I want to be able to fight, not to be used as fertilizer. ”

This is what Tang Dao cares about the most.

Sources and people!

As long as we can cooperate together, it will be the big deal for Tang Dao for a period of time after the collapse of the Soviet Union in the future, and after the millennium, there are two countries called the black hole of arms, one is the United States, especially during the Afghan war, there was a shortage of soldiers, so there were a lot of gangsters in the country, and they would sell the weapons and ammunition they received! Excuse: battlefield losses, which at least more than 50 million weapons in the United States, although most of them are on the books, and some are circulated to Mexico next door,

The other is Ukraine.

Belch... Let's put it this way, every now and then there is a big explosion in the arsenal, and then some missiles appear on the European black market for no reason, and then circulate to the Middle East.

The global village is so straightforward.

Take the money and the next door neighbor can buy everything you want.

One world, one kind of buyer.

In the same way, employees are also very important, since the 90s, the PMC industry is growing violently, especially around 1998, it is mushrooming, there are more than 7,000 registered in Lao Maozi alone, and in Africa, EO, created by Ibn Barrow, was established in South Africa in 1989, he was the second in command of the 32nd Battalion Aerial Reconnaissance Team in South Africa, and was also a staff member of the National Cooperation Bureau (CCB), and later formed this security company with colleagues and comrades-in-arms after being fired.

Behind it is Strategic Resources Limited (SRC), which has its capital injection, this knight in chess (their LOGO), has begun to exert its strength, and they have been seen on the battlefield in Somalia in 1990, and even now in the Sierra Leone civil war, they are helping the government army, and almost all EO employees have military service resumes, and they are snowballing bigger and bigger.

Tang Dao felt a thousand catties pressing on his body.

Compared to these people who were born in Rome, he himself was still on his way to Rome.

But who can guarantee that there will be no chance?

No one can bother themselves to earn dollars.

Robert wrote down everything Tang Dao said, raised his head, and waited for him to continue.

"You tell him that he is only allowed to work with me alone, which cannot be changed, otherwise, I can find another partner."

"I'll tell him." Rob nodded his head.

Tang Dao pinched the cigarette butt on his heel, and after extinguishing the fire, he pressed it under the stone, stood up, and after squatting for a long time, his legs and feet were numb, and he stomped on the spot, "You go and call Che John, I have something to hand over to him." ”

Robert answered, took off the cigarette that was caught in his ear, and went to call out to the top in his mouth, Tang Dao waited in place for a few minutes, and then saw John trotting over with a gun on his back, "Boss." ”

"You organize people to transport weapons and equipment in stages, you are responsible for the security during this period, and I will tell General Aideed to send soldiers to help us." Tang Dao put his hands behind his back, said as he walked, his eyes raised, and he pointed to the office, "There is also a kobold mercenary group upstairs, you are in charge, I have already told him." ”

John was not good at words, just nodded.

When he walked back to the office and pushed the door open, Tang Dao smiled at him, "I'm sorry, it's something, this is John. Cannesburg, this is Mr. Gould. ”

"Hello, sir."

The two shook each other's hands.

"You will follow John for the time being, and I will explain to you other things."

"Yes, boss." Gould was quick to change his tune, and after a few more words, he followed John out the door.

With these experienced mercenaries joining, coupled with the advantages of weapons, there shouldn't be anyone who dares to brow unexpectedly.

He opened the drawer, picked up a rolled map from it, and spread it out, with a lot of dense writing on it.

This is a map of the distribution of forces around Somalia, Mogadishu has Aideed written on it, and other names or organizations are marked in important cities such as Baidabo, Blackedwin, Hobya, and Galkayo, which are all local forces.

This form cost Tang Dao 170,000 US dollars!

Purchased from a Swiss intelligence merchant.

The real price is really black, but Tang Dao still thinks it's cost-effective, such a piece of information can definitely let him take the initiative, and the businessman has to take the initiative to find a buyer.

"BlackRock Ven City? Luke. Marori? Tang Dao's fingers were drawn on the map, and finally settled on one place, he was fighting with three sides, and he was defeated repeatedly, which made him almost lose his last stronghold, and the war was about to be scorched.

At this time, shouldn't you be the savior yourself?

He's not going to deliver weapons, he's going to deliver peace, for the sake of those poor Somali nationals.

How should you sell it at this time?

AK47… $1500?

NSV machine gun ... $1.2 million?

It's not for the money, it's better to make less.

……

United States. San Francisco.

Following the flow of people at the airport, Pierce walked out, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a black handbag on his shoulder, chewing gum in his mouth, and wearing casual clothes. It's exactly the same as the beggar I've seen before.

He took a deep breath and roared loudly at the eyes of the tourists looking at the idiots.

He's finally back!

This is his hometown.

"What are you doing, sir?" The security guard leaned over at this time, looked at him with a very unkind face, and touched the baton on his waist.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't been back to San Francisco in a long time, I love it here." Pierce said with a smile.

The security guard's face softened and nodded, "I love San Francisco too, but you'd better calm down, or those police gentlemen will come to you to the prison to take a good look at the city." ”

Pierce smiled, tapped him on the shoulder, carried his bag, hummed the Beatles' classic "Yesterday," and disappeared into the crowd with a fist.

The security guard put down his hat with a baton and smiled knowingly.

Pierce walked to the taxi station, lined up to get on the bus, opened the car door, as soon as he sat down, he was scared, a "mountain" sat in the driver's seat, he fixed his eyes, it was a black man with a height of more than 190 cm, and then a large costume, wearing a cap, wearing this go-kart embroidered with Mickey Mouse, and a sentence embroidered on his arm: "Don't mess with me!" Watch your ass!"

He couldn't help but whistle and exclaim, "Man, you're so strong. ”

The black man raised his eyes, looked at him through the mirror, and asked in a muffled voice, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go to the Tyndron district!"

The black man had reached out to put on the "passenger" sign, but after a pause, he turned his head and asked, "Sir, do you pay the starting fare?" ”

……