Chapter 457: Provoke someone who can fight!
Gonzalez bought a total of 100 Ares of Destruction, and selected 70 FN2000 assault rifles, G36 automatic rifles, and several boxes of grenades, which were enough weapons to fight a small war, and sure enough, it was easy to make money in a place like Mexico.
USA Today once quoted Mexican dictator Porferio DΓaz as saying, "Mexico is too far from heaven and too close to the United States!" To express that the situation in the United States and Mexico today is complementary, the American capitalists sell arms to each other, and the latter sells flour to the United States, and the two countries go crazy together in different fields.
"That's 678763 dollars, sir." Tumbus calculated in his heart and said with a smile, "We can erase the fraction, you only need to pay $678,760." β
"Mr. Tumus, you are so generous." Gonzalez's hand shook and he looked up, his eyes cloudy, his face twitching a little.
The Korean guy scratched his head and was very sorry, "Sir, if I were the boss, I would be able to send you a large number of prizes, but unfortunately I am not, I am also just a part-time worker." β
"If Mr. Gao has time, invite him to Tijuana." Gonzalez's careful thought, how could Toombs not know, he just wanted to pinch his thighs, he nodded with a smile, "I'll pass the message to him." β
These words obviously didn't satisfy Gonzalez, but he also knew that things would be the opposite, so he could only suppress the little Jiujiu in his heart, picked up the red wine glass and shook it, and raised his hand, "Cheers..."
When Tumus and the others just raised their glasses and were about to touch them, "Boom!! β
A huge explosion outside the door blew up the door of the bar, and a big hole was blown out of the wall next to it, and several close horses were instantly blown up and dragged to the ground a few meters away.
"Police! Boss, it's all police outside. A horse boy guarding the door, his face was covered with blood, and his frightened hands hurriedly crawled over, and if he looked closely, half of his mouth was actually blown up, and his speech became a little leaky.
"You betrayed me?!" Gonzalez glared at Tumus, a beastly roar in his throat and eyes, but was cut off by Tumus as soon as he finished speaking, "QNMD! We are selling arms, will we call the police? Stupid, run..."
They came to Mexico through irregular channels, not with their own identities, and if they were caught, it would be really bad luck.
Who knew that Gonzalez was very hard, he grabbed the god of destruction on the table and twisted his face, "It's not like I haven't Mr. Policeman, grass!" Brothers, take the guys. "He's going to be tough?
"idiot!" Toombs cursed in a low voice, angry, Peter tilted his head and twitched at the corners of his eyes, "I feel... Has God forsaken us? β
βwhyοΌ What are you talking about? Tumus was a little confused, turned around, and before he could stand firmly, he was pulled by Peter and thrown to the ground, still screaming, "Get down!!" β
"Boom......!"
An unknown cannonball came in through the door, slammed into the back wall and exploded, the huge lethality was like cutting wheat, and the horse boy who was standing was instantly swept to the ground, holding the injured part and howling loudly.
βfesοΌβ I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, it was like a basin of cold water, poured down from my head.
Peter looked up with difficulty, the corners of his forehead were cut and scarred, his eyes were confused with blood, and his ears were buzzing, but he was sure that this was definitely not an ordinary policeman! Have you ever seen a cop with an RPG? This is obviously a well-trained army, and when his ears have just softened a little, the name Fes instantly came in, his face changed suddenly, and he pulled Tumbs by the arm and dragged him up, "Hurry up, hurry up!" β
Tooms's situation is also a little bad, his head is muddy, and the glasses have long been lost, and he is very embarrassed.
"FES is here, we must leave quickly." Peter was in a hurry, pulling at the muscles in his face and gasping in pain.
Mexico is a country where the regime has been seriously corrupted, and even there have been mutinies in the army, and the guns are pointed at the rulers, this kind of thing often happens, so that later they found out that in the anti-drug war, there was no one who could fight, but suffered heavy losses, and at this time, the navy, which has been regarded as a second house, began to appear on the stage, FES is a special forces subordinate to the navy, they are equipped with the most elite weapons, and even equipped with drones, as well as a certain degree of air support, and, Most of them have been trained in the United States or Israel, so their combat capabilities are particularly outstanding, perhaps... This is God's last gift to the land.
This is an anti-drug force!
Damn it... Lao Tzu is an arms seller.
Peter's egg hurts, he understands that there is a 99% chance that this fes is coming for Gonzalez, they just happen to be here, and those damn special forces never leave a mouth alive, this is an order signed by the President of Mexico...
"Quick, escort Tumus to the back door, and follow Plan A." Peter ordered, he and two other employees shot in a triangle, and the other three protected the Korean's retreat, but within two minutes of going out, he retreated again, "The back is sealed, and you can't get out!" β
"Oh no," Peter frowned.
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Gao Jun's right eyebrow jumped vigorously, a little unstoppable, and he couldn't help pressing it with his right hand.
"Mr. Gao, what's wrong?" A middle-aged white man sitting across from him put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked suspiciously, and asked a little worriedly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" β
Sitting next to him was an Asian American, who had just raised his glass, and was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and looked towards Gao Jun.
"It's all right, Mr. Smith, I'm just shaking my eyebrows." Gao Jun waved his hand and smiled, and Smith held his hand and turned his head to look at the Asian, "Nikel. Chen, I remember that there is a saying in your country that you can tell from your eyebrows whether it is a good thing or a bad thing? β
The man surnamed Chen smiled, "That's just a kind of psychological counseling in our country, it's just a joke, it can't be true, could it be that Mr. Smith still has research on our culture?" β
Smith shrugged and pinched his hand, "Slightly." After speaking, he looked at Gao Jun and touched his chin, "I remember what you said is that the left eyelid is happy, and the right eyelid is a disaster..."
He only said half of this, and then it stopped abruptly, because Gao Jun was covering his right eye, which was a little embarrassing, Smith's face turned red, and he also realized that what he said was wrong now, so he quickly changed his words, "But I don't believe it, this is more of a cultural dross." β
Nicole. Chen also responded on the side, "Yes, how is this kind of thing possible, I listen to it as a joke." β
Gao Jun's heart sank, he always felt that something was happening, pressed his eyebrows, hooked his finger at Sosfia behind him, and after the other party leaned his head over, Gao Jun covered his mouth and whispered in her ear, "Help me check Peter's whereabouts." β
"Okay." Sosfia nodded, smiled apologetically at Smith and the others, and quickly moved towards the door.
Smith and Nickel. After Chen glanced at each other, the latter moved his buttocks, crossed his hands, and looked at Gao Jun with a very sincere look, "Mr. Gao, has something happened?" Need our help? β
"Of course not, I just asked my secretary to prepare coffee." Gao Jun clapped his hands, and didn't want the other party to ask more, so he diverted the topic, "By the way, Mr. Chen, what did you just say?" Want God's armed employees to protect your ships? In which strait? How many people are needed? Is it equipped with heavy weapons? β
He was using a series of questions to hide his inner panic, Gao Jun has always felt that intuition is very mysterious, but if you don't believe it, it's impossible, and your heart is empty, as if something big is going to happen.