"What? Dunbar is dead! ”

There was a roar of surprise from a villa on Jordan Avenue in the third district of Bamako, which was not suppressed at all, and the security personnel outside could hear it clearly, looking over suspiciously, a little puzzled why the boss was so excited.

Can Kante not get excited?

If Dunbar dies, then he will be confronted with Boateng, although the latter has fewer people than him, but on the whole, the gap is not big, and when the time comes, it is really not certain who will die.

Kanter covered the right half of his face, a little toothache, the black face was stained with a scar, the facial muscles were pulled, the scar was like an earthworm winding on it, playing with a Russian M1895 Nagant revolver in his hand, a very unhappy wrist shake, both hands held and fired several shots at the wall, this old antique voice before World War II was a little loud, scared the subordinates in the house to cover their ears...

The guards outside the door who heard the gunshots hurriedly rushed in, but found that their boss was looking at him with a gloomy look, "Get out!" ”

The guard's head was cold, and he hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet.

Kante sat down with an eyebrow twisted, grabbed his hair, and muffled, "What do you think we're going to do now?" ”

The three henchmen standing in front of him, including his self-appointed chief of staff, deputy regimental commander, and a tank battalion commander, of course, this tank is just three German No. 1 A tanks, which are all antiques, the body armor is extremely weak, and there are many obvious openings, gaps and stitches, and a RPG is sent to the sky in minutes.

The three of them looked at each other, and in the end, the chief of staff, who was a little older, resigned himself and said, "Why don't we strike first?" Kill Boateng? ”

"Are you an idiot?" Before the idea could be finished, Kante interrupted him and slapped him on the table, "Do you think Boateng is so easy to bully?" What if..."

Halfway through what he said, he was stuck with the master, if the front was just over, but was pressed to the ground and rubbed, how ugly would it be?

Boateng's subordinates are close to 1,200 people, most of them are equipped with AK74s, and there are nearly 100 guards equipped with Type 79 submachine guns, and they are also equipped with Type 86 all-plastic handleless grenades, and the most important thing is that Boateng This guy also has more than a dozen Type 90 60mm mortars, all rabbit goods, large quantities, full of power, and good power, hitting people, without a second sound, it is simply an artifact,

Even their own tank battalions are not enough for people to shoot a few shots.

The chief of staff shrank his head stupidly, and glanced at the other two people on both sides of the star, his eyes eager to eat them, as if to say, "Now it's your two turn." ”

But those two guys can see that the boss is angry, and it must be wrong to say too much, as long as they respond perfunctorily.

Kanter squinted, fell into deep thought, thinking of a way, at this moment, the landline on the table rang very suddenly, very suddenly, startled him, half of his ass left the position, finally came back, looking at a noisy landline, Kanter was angry and wanted to smash him! Twisting his teeth, his right eyelid trembled vigorously, he took a deep breath, grabbed the microphone, and his tone was so cold that he was impatient, "Hey..."

The chief of staff and the others looked over curiously, they wanted to see who was so blind, and at this time they were calling, and they were ready to gloat at the show, but in the next second, Kanter did not roar as he imagined, but his tone became very docile, and it could even be said to be gentle!

What the hell is this, when did the boss become good?

In their puzzled gazes, Kanter still had a smile on his face, "Okay, Lady Sosfia, I'll be here then." ”

Sosfia?

Why is the name so familiar?

Kanter hung up the phone, his eyes glanced at the suspicious gaze of his subordinates, and said flatly, "It's a call from HP, they said that there is a batch of old goods to be sold tomorrow, ask me if I want it, it is very cheap, and also revealed to me that it will pack large-caliber howitzers and a sufficient number of tanks." ”

HP？！ Gao Jun!

The chief of staff and others suddenly realized that this was a sales call from an arms dealer.

In fact, only the arms chamber of the end of the micro will lick their faces to sell, and a little bit of grade, they have the phone numbers of customers who have cooperated in the past, and when there are promotional activities or new products are released, they will be contacted, HP to get Europe, America or other states may not be a green onion, but in Mali, and even West Africa, Gao Jun's book has the phone number of the local warlord, which is convenient for cooperation.

"We're going to buy weapons!" Kante gritted his teeth and said, this sentence is really painful, it costs money to buy weapons, and pulling the money out of his mouth is like killing him, but Kante is still quite sensible, he knows that the battle with Boateng has become a daily anxiety, to win this war, and... To survive, you have to engage in an arms race, and this is precisely the point that Gao Jun found the right place, and HP smelled the smell of war in the air.

After Kanter waved them away, he hesitated, took a key from the cabinet, walked to the safe at the back of the office, opened it, spun the code a few times, pulled it open, and several stacks of Franklin fell out of it.

"Hey...", Kanter picked it up and kissed it, the tip of his nose still stained with ink, pulled the snakeskin bag from the side, and stuffed the money inside.

……

At this time, Gao Jun was listening to Peter's report in the office.

"You mean... Originally, Dunbar was ready to surrender, but was killed by Bill? Gao Jun frowned, leaned forward, picked up the kettle and filled it for Peter, and when he heard the other party's words, he was a little surprised.

"I heard from Jeremy too." Peter muffled and explained. "However, Bill is the kind of person who is very vigilant, and perhaps, he was afraid that Dunbar would overreact, so he killed him."

Gao Jun nodded slowly, very casually, "Don't worry about him in this matter, what I'm going to say now is to have people pile up the moldy weapons in the warehouse, and follow the order I have above." ”

He said as he handed over a piece of paper full of scribbles.

Peter glanced at it and scanned it, and it was written that the items were classified in detail, such as piling up a hundred Russian-made guns and five mortars in a pile for $40,000! And 120 Russian-made guns and two boxes of grenades and 10 boxes of ammunition add up to 55,000 dollars...

Q, how much do bullets cost? How much does a mortar cost?

Peter, who was born in this whole Jew, was a little confused, he thought that the second kind was earned, but if he looked closely, he felt that the first one was more cost-effective, anyway, so much, this amount of money, made him a little tempted.

Gao Jun kept staring at Peter, he wanted to laugh when he saw the other party's confusion, even the shrewd Peter was a little confused, then it must be easier to deceive the blacks, this is the domestic fruit selling routine, ten yuan and three catties, eight yuan and two catties...

Selling arms also requires some knowledge, and if you can get a little bit of it from others, you should try to get a little bit of it.

People are stupid, money, and black uncles...

"Come as I say, and also, you must ensure the safety of the venue tomorrow, I'm afraid that the two of them will fight when the time comes, you can do it in other places, and you must obey the rules on my territory!" Gao Jun said that he regarded Boateng and Kante as cash cows forever, and he couldn't squeeze them out at once, nor could he let one of them suddenly die, only by living could he make good money for Lao Tzu.

"Tomorrow I'll let Isaiah bring a sniper team to take control of the whole field, if they dare to come hard, I will make them regret it!" Peter took a deep breath, put his hands on the table, and replied in a deep voice.

Gao Jun stood up, draped his suit over his shoulders, patted Peter on the shoulder, and suddenly said, "I won't treat you badly." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he left, leaving Peter a little unclear.

……

Maggie. Grace sat in the nanny car tiredly, she had just come down from a scene, playing a raped white-collar worker, who knew that the male number one would come really, rubbing his lower body on his thighs and buttocks, disgusting, she couldn't help but almost beat the other party to death with her backhand, she swore that if the other party was not an investor, she would have done it a long time ago.

She couldn't help but think of Peter's muscular muscles, and the pleasure of sitting on top of him that night, with Venus in her eyes, and the smell of men made her intoxicated, and she couldn't help but ... She felt that her legs were weak, her face was red, and she had a feeling of wanting, so she hesitated, flipped out a number from her mobile phone, edited the text message, but deleted it, and after repeating it three or four times, she finally wrote and sent, a few very simple words.

“Iant，hereareyou!！”

People who have been obsessed with that taste will never forget, men are, but sometimes women are and even crazier, as long as you can satisfy her, Maggie. Grace is messing around in Vanity Fair, she knows that Peter is not the most suitable for her, because the latter only looks like a bodyguard, he can't bring himself a better development and future, but the Asian seems to have several identities, but unfortunately... People don't look down on themselves.

Since you can't be a partner, be a **!

Hollywood's ducks are not good at anything, and they are overindulgent. Not as capable as Peter at all, Grace has already started YY in her mind, being loved in the arms of the other party.

Just when she was fantasizing, a text message on her mobile phone, Grace couldn't wait to open it, it was Peter's reply, but it was humiliating.

"God will forgive because you believe him, but sorry, you have to go to Satan, ma'am... Happy your journey to hell! ”

This sentence is a bit unclear, so Grace didn't understand it, and she was confused.

"Whew! Suddenly the driver of the car exclaimed, Grace raised her head, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw a heavy watering truck with high beams on the opposite side rushing towards her, and the driver of the nanny car slammed the steering wheel...

"Bang......!!"

The nanny's car was broken by the stop, and everyone in the car was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

Grace lay on the ground, the blood flowing from her head instantly eroding her glasses, and a wave of exhaustion enveloped her and plunged into darkness.

……

"Hollywood actress Maggie. Grace died in a car accident! —Los Angeles Times.

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