Gao Jun glanced at Peter, and put the teacup back on the coffee table without moving, checking the underwater combat and blasting skills.

Maybe this is still a little useful for Gao Jun at the beginning, but now... How could he still go to war?

Among the three things, this military dog breeding manual is valuable.

"Military Dog Breeding Manual: It records the most mature process of cultivating military dogs, which is suitable for fighting dogs such as Tosa fighting dogs, Argentine Dogo, and Kasro, mainly for battlefield fighting, and manic when seeing blood. Be able to obey the master's orders 100%! ps: Dogs can be sold after one year..."

Can military dogs be sold?

These five words are deeply beautiful to Gao Jun, which is equivalent to having more skills to enter the money.

Intelligent, aggressive and obedient dogs are very valuable, once in France, Gao Jun heard others talk about the upper-class dog fighting culture, a dog that wins all battles can earn his owner and the organizers of dog fighting close to hundreds of millions of profits.

Perhaps God's greatest mistake is to overfeed people...

And, if these dogs are used as some means of attack, such as... Thunder, that will definitely reduce the necessary casualties, and a year's pension can save a lot...

"The boss... Boss..."Just as Gao Jun was distracted, Peter shouted a few times.

"Huh?" He came back to his senses, looked at the other party, and straightened down, "What, finished reading?" What do you think of the fax from the West Africa branch of the Israeli IBO company, they need to buy a batch of arms? ”

IBO companies are well-known mercenary exporters, mainly providing personal bodyguards or helping to train private armies for the wealthy, while Latin American military groups also have a fashion to hire IBO companies as consultants.

After all, in the special operation, Israel has a lot of experience.

"Boss, I think it's very unusual in this." Peter's eyes were pressed, the fluff on his mouth trembled slightly, and after sorting out his words, he said, "An arms dealer like them, who should have long-term cooperation, suddenly sent us a fax requesting a purchase, I think it is very problematic, and besides, when I was in China, I heard of them, and even when I came out of the wild boy, they once invited me to be an instructor, but I refused!" Their reputation stinks..."

Fame?

Gao Jun's face was a little strange, he picked up the teacup to cover up, and only pricked up his ears to continue listening to Peter.

"What's the stinking method?"

Peter's tone was stunned, his face embarrassed, "They like... Defaults. ”

"Bad debts!" Gao Jun raised his voice in surprise, "Are they really bad?" ”

"Many of the partners they work with sell what the United States does not allow, boss, you should know what this means, even if when the contract is formulated, most of what is written on both sides is the necessities of life, which allows the IBO to fully seize the loophole and directly reduce the fixed price, if the seller does not agree, then there is no way, after all, the necessities of life on the contract are not worth much..."

Gao Jun was dumbfounded and dumbfounded, "There is such a strange company, didn't the PMC industry boycott him?" And doesn't the employer who hires them assess their character? ”

In today's increasingly fierce competition, PMC companies have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but at the same time, many small companies are opening their mouths and screaming below, waiting for the bosses above to make mistakes, and word of mouth has become something more important than their lives.

"Ahem, bosses, employers have a high reputation for them, and in the American "World Report", they have listed the two lists of PMC companies in the world with the strongest reputation and strength, among which the overall strength of IBOs ranks eighth. And word of mouth is ranked third! They are not even inferior, let alone scandalous of the torture of civilians. ”

Bizarre... Firm!

Gao Jun rubbed his head, even more confused by Peter's words, rubbed his hands and face, but finally raised his head and sighed, "Then put this matter aside for now, and then wait and see." ”

He was a little reluctant to pay the 20 million dollars...

Peter agreed, and then heard Gao Jun continue, "Recently, the situation in Mali has become clearer and clearer, and without the intervention of external forces, I am afraid that it will not be long before Mali can achieve real reunification, and then we will be able to exploit the local resources, and at that time... The dollar is flowing into our pockets. ”

"Will the European and American military blocs allow it?" Peter worried.

"Mali they don't look down on yet..."Gao Jun shook his head, paused, with a hint of firmness, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were shining, "I have never been eaten by a dog in my mouth!" ”

…

Russia, Moscow Sheremetyevo International Airport.

A figure walked out of the terminal, carrying a dark green backpack and wearing a windbreaker, looking at the familiar environment, opened his mouth, and sighed, "I'm back..."

There is endless sorrow and melancholy in three words.

Ishuvelli stopped a taxi, opened the door and sat in the back, the car shook slightly to the right, he was just about to speak, he smelled the vodka in the car, looked up at the driver, it was a strong man with a big beard, but at this time his cheeks were all red, and he began to roll his eyes, and he looked at Ishuveli from the rearview mirror, slightly stunned, and then cracked his mouth and smiled, "Hey, buddy... Hiccup~ Where to go? ”

He burped, his lips were a little dry, he swayed and grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the lid, opened his mouth, poured the wine into his mouth, and handed it to Isuvel, "Come on buddy?" ”

"No thanks, but can you drive like this?" Ishuveli asked with a frown, hesitated and prepared to change the car, after all, it would not be worth it if the car was destroyed and people died.

"Man, I think you... You'd better ride in the car of the giant cannon Pudzhevisv, you look at the guy in front. The driver pointed to a car in front of him and smiled, "That guy is a poor man, he can only afford to drink kerosene with sugar, compared to him, at least the vodka I drink is real, hahaha." ”

The guy laughed so loudly that the roof of the car shook several times.

Ishuvel's face was full of black lines, and he closed the door that had just opened a little gap, and slowly rubbed his hands, a little nervous, "Let's go, go to Old Arbat Street." ”

"Sit down!" The driver roared, stepped on the accelerator, and blasted out!

Russians who drink a lot of alcohol can make you understand what it means to fly a plane... Frightened, Ishuvelli's nervous hands were busy pulling at the handles, even if he had never felt so exciting on the battlefield.

After driving out for about 30 kilometers, the driver in front turned his head and had tears in his eyes, "Man, can I pull another guest?" ”

"Okay... Yes! Ishuveli nodded, his face a little ugly.

The driver smiled and bared his front teeth, and then got out of the car, and Ishuveli stuck his head over in confusion to see who it was.

As soon as he saw this, his eyes widened instantly, his mouth stammered, and he learned Gao Jun to scold, "I'm Cao!" ”

I saw the giant cannon walking up to a middle-aged man, and the man was followed by a huge brown bear, standing taller than the people around him, and it was wearing sunglasses... Indescribably chic.

As if the two had finished speaking, the middle-aged man returned the brown bear to the cannon, who smiled and took it with him and walked towards the taxi.

"No... No way. Ishuveli said in horror.

The door opened, and the cannon stuck its head in first, "Man, squeeze in, the guests are a bit heavy." ”

"It's not going to eat me." Ishuveli had a bitter face, and when he saw that the brown bear was yawning, the person who saw the teeth was frightened, and with the claws, he could open the door with a slap.

"Of course not, Darth is the smartest brown bear, I'll have to send him to Moscow to get his hair done, okay, Darth, get in the car." The cannon touched the brown bear's head and pushed the latter into the car, and the huge body came in, and the small car was crowded all at once, and Ishuveli could only shrink into the corner and shiver.

"Let's go, sit tight." The cannon roared.

Isuveli wept with half of his face pressed against the glass, tears almost pouring out.

Hey, I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my life.

……