A base in Africa.

"The M4A1 carbine, a carbine developed by the American Colt company, is a standard American-style firearm, with a 5.56 mm caliber bullet, so that it has a powerful lethality, semi-automatic, triple burst, and fully automatic different shooting methods, which can meet all the needs of you and your subordinates."

A man with a big back and a black tweed coat held an empty gun with no bullets and introduced the function of the rifle to a black bald man in front of him.

"Not satisfied?" Seeing the expressionless appearance of the bald black man, the middle-aged man hesitated for a second, immediately put down the carbine in his hand, and picked up another rifle in the box: "I don't think I need to introduce this gun too much, but as a professional, I still have to tell you." ”

"The AK-47 automatic rifle has easy loading action, good serviceability, solid and durable, low failure rate, and perfect shooting performance in both high and low temperature conditions. There are currently more than 300 million A4s in circulation around the world, and believe me with this gun you will have everything you want. ”

The man has a good mouth, a very common A4, he praised it as a fanciful, the bald black man sitting opposite, communicated with a few companions around him, and nodded with satisfaction: "That's it, we need three hundred!" ”

The man smiled: "A thousand dollars a hand, and we will give you an extra hundred rounds of ammunition for each gun." ”

"No problem, when will you be able to deliver it?" The bald black man asked.

"Anytime."

"Anytime? What if we needed it now? ”

"Now? Of course, no problem. The man said to his brother behind him, "Victor, let our customers see how efficient we are." ”

"Okay." With a smile on his lips, Victor ran briskly towards a truck parked behind, and a few minutes later, he drove over.

"Sir, please come and see if there are three hundred AKs you need."

The black man walked to the trunk with his subordinates, and when the rear door opened, dozens of wooden boxes were neatly placed inside, and one of his subordinates quickly stepped forward to remove a wooden box, pried it open and took a look, and under the sunlight, it was the AK-47 they selected.

The bald black man picked up his weapon and fiddled with it to make sure it was a good gun, took a box of dollars from his hand, looked at the man, and said, "Orlov, you really have one." ”

Taking the cash box, Yuri Orlov did not count the banknotes in it, but took out a sunglasses from his jacket pocket, put them on his face, and said coolly: "Mr. Tarso, you can contact me directly no matter what weapons you need in the future, and we will deliver them as soon as possible, because we are the most powerful arms king in the world!" ”

After the bald black man asked his men to move all the goods, Yuri Orlov took his brother Victor to say goodbye to the other party, got into a van and left.

"Yuri, you almost scared me to death just now." Vidocq glanced in the inverted mirror and made sure that no one was following him, and patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuri Orlov glanced at his brother, "You're too daring. It's been almost a year since I came out to work, why is it still like this? ”

"It's different! They're terrifying ......."

"Enough is enough, Victor! As I said, we only sell arms, and you have to adapt to how to deal with it, no matter who the customer is. ”

Yuri Orlov's face was very unhappy, he didn't care who he sold the arms to, what would he do with them after they were sold, as long as he could make money, he would sell them even if God needed him.

"I just...... Fack, why are there two cars in the back. Victor looked in horror at the two cars that followed him.

Yuri Orlov looked at the rearview mirror, and there were indeed two open-top vans coming, and frowned: "Maybe just passing by." ”

"Are you sure you were just passing through? This place is the lair of those people, how could strangers pass by! ”

From the beginning of this road, Victor didn't see a car coming except for those people.

Yuri Orlov frowned slightly, and he hesitated: "Could it be that something has fallen on them?" ”

"Da ......" was still thinking like this, and the bullet fired from the truck behind him interrupted Yuri's fantasy.

Those guys really didn't keep their promises, and they came straight to eat black.

……

Half an hour later.

Yuri Orloff hid in a cave out of breath, and after waiting for a full twenty minutes, he cautiously got out of the cave and glanced at the vanished car outside, and it seemed that only his brother Victor was left on the ground.

After confirming that the enemy was leaving, he ran quickly, looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, Yuri's eyes were ruddy, and he covered his mouth and began to sobb silently.

He never imagined that this transaction of only 300,000 US dollars would allow his own brother Victor to die in front of his eyes.

Yuri was very remorseful in his heart, regretting how he had come to do business with these guys for this money.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, picked up his brother's corpse, and his eyes were red: "It's okay Victor, I'll take you home, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." ”

Yuri is Jewish, and like Asians, they are a people with a strong sense of family, and when he sees his brother being killed by those terrorists in order to protect himself, his heart is more angry than grief.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Suddenly, Yuri's mobile phone rang, he didn't want to answer, but the continuous ringing made him very irritable, put down his brother's body, took out his mobile phone irritably, and roared: "I don't care who you are!" Now I'm angry, if you don't want to scold, you better hang up the phone! ”

Gu Ren on the other end of the phone, in the face of Yu Rui's overwhelming words, was a little stunned, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "Do you still sell arms?" ”

"Sell! Of course it was sold! ”

Revenge is revenge, business still has to be done, after venting, Yuri gradually calmed down, he knows very well what his ability is, it is nothing more than reselling arms, if you want revenge, you can only rely on the ability of others, looking at his customers, there are not many people who have the strength to eradicate these terrorists.

After chatting for a few minutes and confirming the arms that the other party needed, Yuri said that he would trade in a week, and then hung up the phone directly, then opened the address book and looked at it, flipped around, and his vision was fixed on a string of numbers, which had his own special note name - "Rambo".

The other party's burly figure comparable to Rambo, the dangerous aura emanating from his body, and the case about London that he later saw on the Internet, made Yuri deeply believe that this man who looked like Rambo was definitely one of the people who could help him get revenge.

Although the other party has only bought weapons from him once, and he is not a regular customer, Yuri believes that he can impress the other party to help him, after all, he has already become a billionaire in the arms industry all these years.

Thinking of this, Yuri picked up his brother's body again and strode towards the nearest town, he needed to send his brother's body back to China quickly, and then go to the Sultan to complete the deal, and then go to London, England, to find the "Rambo" in person.

In addition to "Rambo", Yuri has several target candidates, and he must plan everything in advance and knock down these damn untrustworthy bastards at once, only then can his name as Yuri Orlov, the king of arms, be even more intimidating.

No one can be unruly in front of the King of Arms!

No one!

……