"Ahem..."

Gao Jun coughed and got up, waved his hand to clean the dust off his body, walked to the corpse of the strong man, greedily picked up the scimitar with some openings, and his eyes lit up: "Nepal!" ”

More precisely, the Gurkha scimitar.

Gurkha soldiers were particularly fond of carrying scimitars. This scimitar has a length of 30~40 cm, and due to its arc, it cannot be used as a throwing knife, but it is very useful in hand-to-hand combat.

It is said that this scimitar must see blood as soon as it is drawn. Usually an adult Gurkha man can cut off the head of a buffalo with a single sword, but if he can't cut it off with a single knife, he cannot be considered a man.

Thus, the scimitar gives a special atmosphere to the Gurkhas, who are only 1.6 meters tall. The Gurkha soldiers' credo, "It is better to die than to live cowardly", shows the strength of their character.

Nepalese scimitars are a favorite of mercenaries on the battlefields of Iraq and even in war-torn places around the world.

Symbolizes iron blood, courage, and killing!

Gao Jun rubbed the scimitar on his robe a few times, wiped the dust off his head, and said with satisfaction: "Another thousand dollars in hand..."

It is believed that Muhammad would have liked such a cute "little one"

Cherishing the scimitar put away, Gao Jun found a snakeskin bag, picked up the stumps of the strong man and his men, tied a nylon rope and dragged them out of the door, and threw them on the street very casually, and someone would naturally come to clean it up tomorrow morning.

"Huh?"

Gao Jun, who was about to go back to the store, glanced at the old pickup truck full of black mud, pondered behind the door for a while, then stepped forward and kicked the tire, and his toes hurt: "Wow! The outer tire is also thickened? ”

The already cautious thoughts are even more surging.

He pulled down the door, and it was really opened, and the key was hanging on it.

"Hey, if you don't want the things sent to the door, there will be retribution!"

Gao Jun rubbed his hands together and laughed, hurriedly climbed into the cab, and drove the car into the store's own garage safely.

If you want to sell arms, you have to deliver them to your door, and it's really inconvenient to have no means of transportation.

For example, Gao Jun knows that one of the most famous arms dealers in the world: Northrop Grumman, has its agent on Arafat Street in Baghdad, which is completely different from Gao Jun's shop, where it is heavily defended, and there are several pairs of elite squads affiliated with Northrop Grumman, and it is rumored that there are retired officers from the United States Seals.

Except for the strategic weapons that threaten the position of the United States, they do not sell anything, and the rest of what they sell can be discussed.

I heard Mohammed mention that these large companies are also responsible for rescue, as long as a phone call, even if you are surrounded by rebels, they can rescue you, after-sales service is a good mess, and high-level users can get corresponding compensation if they are not satisfied.

This is a necessary quality to attract new customers and retain old ones.

One phone call, the world must arrive!

Now Gao Jun only has envy, of course, he believes that sooner or later, he will be able to wrestle with several hooligans in the arms business!

As soon as I was busy, I arrived at Chaoxu, and there were some cracks in the load-bearing walls of Gao Jun's shop, as long as there was another 40 fire, it was guaranteed that this place would become a ruin.

"Ding, release side quest: Find a new place to stay."

"Reward: Activate WW1 and WW2 Individual Equipment."

The system jumped out of my head again.

After Gao Jun paused for a moment, he hammered the table vigorously and wailed, "Lack of money..."

He only has a few hundred dollars on his body, which is not enough to open foreign meat, no matter how chaotic Iraq is, no matter how cheap the land is, he will not dive to the point of giving it away in vain, and it is not easy to satisfy the lion of government officials.

"Gao, what's wrong with you?"

Mohammed's familiar accent came from the doorway, his face beaming, followed by a black man, with an M1 rifle in his hand, green boxer swim trunks and high boots, living like an African refugee, without the slightest deterrent from militants.

"Congratulations, you're still alive." Gao Jun said.

"I'm going to kill a big fish this time!" Muhammad took out a stack of dollars from his bosom, and Franklin's ugly appearance suddenly blinded Gao Jun's eyes, and his eyes, which were still a little sleepy, suddenly widened.

Muhammad was very satisfied with Gao Jun's expression, and lowered his voice excitedly: "I killed Jeremiah. Hooker! ”

Jeremiah. Hooker?

Gao Jun's heart moved, he always felt that he had seen this name somewhere, and looked at the bearded man with a frowning eyebrow, waiting for his explanation.

"The 24th most wanted warrant issued by the U.S. military..."

Gao Jun snapped his fingers and began to look through the drawer, pulling out a yellowed notebook from it, spitting a little, and turning a few pages full of names. He snapped his fingers, and pressed them right on a name.

"Jeremiah. Hooker! The secretary of Amos, the leader of the third leader of the TLB armed Iraq, graduated from Yarmouk University in Jordan, an expert in bombs, participated in the sniping of US soldiers on the streets of Ramadi in Baghdad, causing one death and four injuries, and even tried to blow up Prime Minister Maliki's official residence with a homemade bomb, which was seized by the US military information department and wanted worldwide, with a bonus of -250,000 US dollars?! ”

Gao Jun suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with "$$": "Muhammad, you have made a fortune?" ”

Muhammad straightened his back, but shrunk again, and shook his head with a sneer: "This mission is led by a large mercenary group from the United Kingdom, I just mixed a small cup, and with good luck, the shot that killed Jeremiah in the end happened to be fired by me, and they gave me 20,000 dollars." ”

"So little?" Gao Jun was even more dissatisfied than Muhammad, "These damn vampires deserve hell!" ”

"If I were you, I'd use the money to buy equipment, and then give the mercenary group a shuttle and tell them, bastards, this is Baghdad! It's Iraqi territory, and you're going to pout my ass and pretend to be an ostrich. ”

"Ahem..."

Muhammad laughed bitterly and slapped the table, "Gao, don't act, your acting skills are really bad, you Chinese have always been so treacherous in business, I know what you are thinking, I will import a batch of arms from you." ”

"You're really my friend!" Gao Jun opened his mouth and smiled happily, and pushed his thumb back, "As my best partner, I allow you to visit my warehouse, tell me what you want, and give you a preferential price." ”

As he spoke, he pushed open the iron door, revealing a gap, just suitable for people to get into, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and suddenly, the warehouse was much brighter. However, the space of thirty or forty square meters is full of weapons and equipment from World War I or World War II.

"Oh! Oh my God, PPSh-41! The most classic Soviet submachine gun of World War II, you see that the body of this gun still has gun oil, the taste is so comfortable, even the rifling is new, this is a gift from God! ”

“NONONO！ 98K，**！！ ”

Muhammad burst into foul mouth with excitement, blushed and held the German-made Kar98k Mauser rifle with a thick neck, and began to kiss.

"Hey, man, you're kissing all saliva." Gao Jun was dissatisfied.

"I want it! How much is this gun, high? Muhammad stroked the barrel of the spear, intoxicated.

"Five thousand dollars!"

Gao Jun half-leaned on the ammunition box, stretched out his palm, and shook it forward and backwards, meaning repeated emphasis.

"Fack! Fack! Fack! ”

Muhammad was stunned for a moment, then stomped his feet in anger, "High! You are a vampire, you are the scum of Western capital! I'm your friend! We are partners. ”

"Nope! I'm a businessman. ”

……