Gao Jun moved his ass away, so as not to splash blood all over his body.

The guards brought by Boateng saw that the boss was beaten, and they must not be happy, so they rushed over, and Kante's men would not let them succeed, and the two groups of people just pushed and shoved, and in the end they were even ready to the guy!

Seeing this, Gao Jun's face turned dark, he raised his hand slightly, and Peter's eyes behind him stared, and he pulled the bolt of the rifle in his hand numbly, which was like an order, everyone armed by God was loaded, including Kante saw that there was a reflector on the roof that was shooting backwards, and the blatant sniper aimed at his forehead with a red dot! Instantly, a cool air came out from behind the buttocks.

"I said, don't make trouble here!" Gao Jun pursed his lips, his face was solemn, his eyes were hooked to look at each other, and his fingers were rhythmically beating.

This sudden scene was unexpected, and everyone looked at each other...

Kante was very unwilling, as long as he pulled the trigger, Boateng could go to see the fetish on the spot, but he also had no doubt that his head would also be pierced by a sniper.

"Lift people up." Gao Jun gestured to an employee.

Boateng's head was a little dizzy, the corners of his mouth were broken, a little bloodshot, the small pigtails that were originally tied together were full of mud, after being helped up, Boateng was very unconvinced, struggling to break away from the employee who was supporting, pointed at Kante, and spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, "Sneak attack me?" Bastard..."

He clenched his fists and was about to punch the other party, but he was pulled hard by the employee.

"You two, this is HP's territory, are you disrespecting me too much?" Gao Jun was calm, and his tone was very dissatisfied, he felt that his authority had been challenged.

Boateng's nose was crooked, he was pulled, and his mouth was unforgiving, "You Tuaregs should be buried alive in the Sahara Desert!" This is the territory of the Bambara people, mongrel! ”

Racism!

Kante suddenly got up, "You say it again." ”

Boateng stiffened his head, he was not afraid of the damned Tuaregs, they were refugees who had escaped from the primeval jungle, it was the great Bambala people who relieved them and kept them from starving, but these people were revenge...

Although I don't know what the real history looks like, Boateng thinks so.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Gao Jun finally couldn't help but pat the back of his head.

"Bang!" Gunshots!

The bullet hit the two of them, and in an instant it punched a hole in the ground, and the mud splashed everywhere, startling the two of them, looking at the bullet hole, their scalp was numb, and they stopped talking.

This caliber... It's a heavy machine gun!

I'm afraid that other sniper rifles other than Barrett will not be able to hit this bullet hole.

"I'm a businessman, I'm only talking about dollars." Gao Jun stood up, propped up the table with his hands, and his face was unrecognizable.

Kante's right eyelid trembled as if it had been fitted with a spring, and he glared at Boateng unhappily, pulled up his chair and sat down in the other direction, Erlang's legs were crossed, and he didn't even look at the other party.

"Humph!" Boateng snorted coldly, took out a low-quality cigarette, touched his pocket on his mouth, didn't find the lighter, and glanced at Gao Jun, who was very helpless to throw the lighter to the other party, crossed his hands, and his face was unswerving, "Both of them are here to buy goods, and they must not make trouble here, of course, out of the HP company..." ”

"You wait, I'll definitely treat your head as a collector's item!" Boateng swallowed his cigarette when he heard this, puffing out very angrily, and throwing cruel words.

At this time, Sosphia had already calculated the list, walked over, put it in front of Gao Jun, and said softly, "There are four singles that coincide, including No. 3, No. 7, No. 15 and No. 20..."

It clearly marks all the weapons for each pile.

For example, the No. 3 weapon stack is based on the QBZ56C short assault rifle, with some foreign goods added in the middle, antique Browning automatic rifles from World War I in the United States, and mortars... Most of the weapons are simple and easy to handle, and they are very durable.

And the Type 56 assault rifle of the seventh pile ...

Fifteen's PF89 type 80-mm anti-tank rocket ...

These fully show how much rabbit goods are broken in the hearts of the big brothers in Africa.

"The price of the three piles is 40,000 dollars." Gao Jun's fingers floated slightly, turned the paper around, pressed it on it, looked at Kante and the two with his eyes, smiled like an old fox, and wrinkled his nose a few times, as if he smelled the smell of gold in the air, "You shout the price, and I will give it to whoever has the highest price." ”

“tmd！” Kante and Kante scolded their mother in their hearts at the same time, knowing that it was a trap and had to jump in, they looked at each other, and they could see the sharpness and hostility in the eyes of both sides.

"Fifty thousand!" Kanter shouted as he banged on the table.

"Fifty-five thousand!" Boateng didn't hesitate at all, he just added it to it, and looked at the former with a provocative look.

Although he scolded the other party's sand sculpture in his heart, he still couldn't admit that he should add money, "Sixty thousand!" ”

"Sixty-five thousand..."

"Seventy thousand!"

……

Gao Jun's face was about to stiffen with laughter, this is really a comparison.

This auction actually captures this little bit of careful thinking, if the two sides have a feud, it is better, this is simply sending money into his pocket, this pile of "scrap copper and rotten iron" was fried to 80,000 US dollars, and in the end it was Boateng who won.

He swore that he could wake up laughing in the middle of the night, looking at Boateng who was eager to show his scissor hands, Gao Jun really felt that in this part of Africa, people have no IQ, full of gold, natural places to collect money, and other piles of weapons in the back have been speculated at sky-high prices, and in the end they were originally sold for a total of 470,000 US dollars!

Gao Jun had to shout, "Boss of the local tyrant!" ”

I can't imagine that so much money can be dug up from the hands of two local warlords, if this scale is a little larger...

He couldn't imagine how much it was.

In fact, to tell the truth, the local warlords are the most profitable, and often the wealth left by the previous state is absorbed by them personally, and many blacks, even if they are in high positions, have a very serious small-scale peasant mentality, as long as they have money. For example, when the great African warlord Joseph Kony was wanted by the world, he found 70 million dollars in his residence! Including gold ornaments, this guy is a walking trench, but the price he pays to his scouts is a piece of bread plus a dollar a day!

This is the black warlord who regards money as his life.

If they hadn't understood that in order to save their lives, Kante and the two guys would not have been able to pull something out of the py. I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people; Talk about life and find a confidant~

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