Du Mingwu, the small warlord who ruled Ma County, had more than 300 people under his command, and with the ability of Luomen, if he created more corpses to attack at night...... It's not hard to destroy the other party. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But Luo Men, who had already understood the local situation in Ma County, knew that it might not be difficult for him to destroy Du Mingwu, but if it was after dawn the next day, facing an army composed of all bloodthirsty monsters, the locals of Ma County would definitely rebel in groups.

The major local families, the villages in the mountains, plus seven plus eight, can still make up seven or eight thousand young people.

This place in Maxian County is also mountainous, and there have been horse bandits in the surrounding area, so large private households have been in the habit of buying guns to protect their families for many years.

For example, Liu, Li, Wang, and Zhang Si in this city are typical high-ranking families, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of people in their own families and branches, even there are at least seventy or eighty specialized gunners and guards.

This is not something to be manipulated with.

If you want to take Ma County, you have to dig deep holes, accumulate grain, train troops diligently, and build high walls.

But how easy is it to recruit locally?

Ordinary people, if they have a family and a job, naturally few choose to become soldiers. Even if he openly recruits those poor families on the street, this Du Mingwu is not a blind man who opens a good hall, where can he let others recruit troops on his territory?

If this problem were someone else, I am afraid that it would be difficult to solve.

But for Rohm......

……

New York.

Manhattan.

Yuri. Ollov sat in a kosher restaurant, eating kosher food that he felt was not as good as Ukrainian food despite having eaten it for many years, with a look of seriousness.

Oh, yes.

Engaging in an illegal arms deal - how can it not be serious?

Olof stared out the window, not far behind him, his long hair, brown leather jacket, and his handsome younger brother, armed with a submachine pistol, disguised as reading a newspaper, secretly protecting him.

This is a little "improvement" since he was alone and engaged in many extremely risky arms businesses, which are likely to be hacked.

This kind of thing.

He doesn't trust outsiders.

So he brought his younger brother, who had been helping out in the back kitchen of the family restaurant, into the gang.

Jingle ~~~!

The door to the restaurant was pushed open from the outside, and a very young-looking Asian man walked in.

Orlov stared at him.

Although they had never met in person, Olof could already hear the Asian accent from the phone.

He has been to Asia.

And he has a good talent for languages, so it's easy to hear the difference between accents in Asian countries.

If you guessed correctly.

The man who wanted to order a large number of arms should be from that ancient country.

But......

The other party's request is also a little too strange.

Rohmon approached the kosher restaurant called 'Tradition' through a taxi driver.

The taste of the food here is obviously not the type of food that is widely preferred by other races, so even if it is a meal, the restaurant does not have many customers, and most of them are Jews wearing black hats.

He glanced at the restaurant.

At a glance, he recognized the neatly dressed man named Nicholas Kay - uh, it should be called Yuri. Ollov's man.

"Hei" he sat down across from him.

"Men-Roe, sir?" Nicholas Kay ...... Belch! It should have been Yuri who asked.

"It's me, Mr. Orlov." The two shook hands quickly.

The waiter walked over.

Rohmon ordered a few dishes at random, and when the waiter walked away, he said, "Mr. Orlov, I heard about your business from some friends. I just need something, I wonder if you can get it for me? ”

"Hehe, my friend." Yuri smiled, "Let's talk about your request first, right?" And we did it for the first time...... Deposit ......"

Romon reached into his arms, pulled out a piece of something, and placed it on the table.

Obviously the movements are not heavy, but they make a dull sound.

Yuri's pupils shrank.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Rohmon smiled and pushed the palm-sized nugget that had been cut off from a certain gold brick to Yuri.

"Money is not a problem, as long as the quality of the goods is good - I can guarantee that even if you only do my business for the rest of your life, it will be enough for you to become the richest man in the world!"

Rohmon uttered something that Orlov thought was insane. However, for the sake of the gold nugget's face, Orloff suddenly had enough patience to listen to what the Asian man had to say next.

"What?! Do you want a large batch of Mauser 98K rifles? And Thompson submachine guns and wooden-handled grenades, as well as 88-mm guns? Yuri felt that some of his brains were running out of ideas for Romon's request.

Why would the other side want some old-fashioned World War II weapons?

You know, the individual weapons of the modern army have already completed the upgrade from the old-fashioned single-shot rifle with the bolt to the modern fully automatic assault rifle!

An assault rifle is at full fire, definitely more powerful than an old rifle of a squad.

Plus all the advantages in other aspects.

Even if it is a small and backward country, the first choice for fighting a war is definitely the AK47 rather than some World War II weapon like the Mauser 98K!

If it is one or two, Yuri may still think that the other party wants to collect antique guns, but at this time, the other party clearly requires that these rifles and submachine guns must be brand new and can withstand the test of the battlefield, and they must be equipped with a large number of actual combat weapons with a stable supply of bullets!

This can't help but make Yuri feel that his brain is a little insufficient.

But......

When Rohmon slapped a few gold bricks directly in front of him...... Yuri suddenly felt that things didn't seem so difficult?

He quickly made a few phone calls and talked to several arms companies with which he worked, and he smiled.

"Mr. Monroe, you are in luck! I happen to know two companies that are willing to take on this kind of order, but it's just ...... You know, World War II has been over for so many years. None of the companies still have a Mauser production line, so even if modern factories are much more efficient than they used to be, some parts and final assembly may have to be dispatched to factories in Asia without a complete production line...... But the quality can be guaranteed, you don't see a problem, right? ”

"I only look at the quality of the gun - and I don't want to see any long plates, dates, lot numbers on all the parts, such as the barrel and the bullets, and the same goes for grenades and submachine guns. Can it be done? Rohmon asked.

Yuri raised an eyebrow, "Of course, the customer is God." ”

"But the cannon...... If it is only two doors, there may be no manufacturer willing to accept the order. But if it is replaced with XX artillery that is only a little later ......"

A quarter of an hour later.

Yuri walked out of the restaurant with an excited face.

When he arrived at the door, he saw his brother wrapping the gold bars that Mr. Monroe had paid for in newspaper and packing them into the trunk of the car.

Watching his brother laboriously carry it piece by piece, he suddenly remembered: it seems that Mr. Monroe ...... Did you put the gold bars on the table with one hand?

Yuri hurriedly walked up and grabbed a gold brick, only to find that his small gold brick was far heavier than he imagined!

'It's ......' recalls everything that happened inside the restaurant.

Yuri made a decision to adjust the danger level of this mysterious Mr. Monroe to the same level as those crazy drug dealers and perverted warlords in Africa.

Definitely not to be taken lightly!