A remote factory in Tijuana.

It's a bit out of the city center.

Gao Jun asked several citizens before finding it.

Who says Mexicans are ruthless?

People are empathetic, and Colombia is known as a little "gelding" in the Latin American world, and I don't know where so much discrimination comes from?

The factory was overgrown with weeds, and when the heavy truck stopped, Gao Jun jumped down from the passenger seat and looked left and right.

"High, what about people?" Paul shouted.

"I'll make a call." Gao Jun took out his mobile phone, stretched the antenna slightly, crossed his waist with his left hand, and was about to dial it out when he saw a man walking out of the abandoned factory.

Wearing a suit, the figure is a little bloated.

"Mr. Yuri?" The other person raised his hand and said hello.

"Mr. Bart?"

The other party nodded, and Gao Jun showed an amiable smile on his face, shook his hand, and pointed to the heavy card, "It's all inside, do you need to click it?" ”

"Wait a minute, I'll have someone move the goods, please sit inside for a while." Bart was polite.

The two did not refuse, followed him into the factory, and at a glance saw a man being held in the air by a rope, his flesh and blood were blurred, he must have been lynched, and the blood was still dripping to the ground.

Gao Jun's eyelids jumped, and Paul's face next to him suddenly turned pale, normal people sometimes can't bear to kill pigs, let alone people?

There were beatings and cursing sounds, and seven or eight men were seen kneeling on the ground with their hands tied and hoods tied over the wall, and some were whipped vigorously with leather whips.

Bart beckoned a few people to move the weapons down and inspect the goods, and he himself rummaged through the mottled wooden table and took out a folder.

"Nicholas. Yuri. He pointed to one of the names, "300 TEC-9 submachine guns, 100,000 rounds?" ”

"Yes." Gao Jun saw at a glance that there were orders in the folder, and he also saw a few familiar names on it.

Colt, Ruge, Remington...

And there are quite a few of them.

Most of the heads were eaten by them.

"Hals, hurry." Bart waved his hand at the door, who was carrying a wooden box with the words: Fragile items.

Hearing the boss's voice, Ma Tsai hurriedly ran over and pried the weapon inside with an iron rod, and a smell of fresh gun oil came up.

Bart bent down to take it, and even stuck out his nose to sniff it.

"Can I try the gun?" He looked at Gao Jun and asked.

"Of course."

Bart took a magazine, pulled the bolt, and walked towards the wall, and Gao Jun and Paul immediately understood that he was going to test the gun with these people!

Standing in front of them, perhaps sensing the impending death, the faint sobs gradually sounded, but they were soon drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

There are always people who think that the gun is a da-da-da, but in fact, it is not right, the African black dog only uses strafing, usually point-and-shoot, two or three rounds in a row.

Paul turned his head a little reluctantly.

Gao Jun's lips trembled slightly, and he listened carefully, "80 cents, $1.6, $2.4..."

Bart walked back with a comfortable face, touched the TEC-9 submachine gun with affection, and gave a thumbs up, only to find that he was cut off, and praised it without hesitation.

"Customer satisfaction is our greatest pursuit, if necessary, you can continue to contact me, anytime, anywhere for you to ship." Gao Jun handed over the prepared business card.

It has the name and the phone number on it: Nicholas. Yuri.

Bart took it, looked at it, stuffed it into the lining of his clothes, and waved his hand at Ma Tsai, and saw that the latter came with a box, and when he opened it, it was full of green coins.

Immediately, the eyes of the two were fiercely attracted.

Paul swallowed in dismay.

Gao Jun hurriedly took it, the smile on his face was even worse, and he had already begun to calculate in his mind that the business had a total of 124,600 US dollars.

Remove the cost: 30,000 US dollars for the submachine gun and 57,000 US dollars for 100,000 rounds of ammunition, in fact, this business only earns 37,600 US dollars, according to the distribution, I can get 30%, that is, 11,280 US dollars!

This is what Gao Jun can get.

The rest was that Paul and Edward went to divide up.

It's impossible to say that you are not nervous or excited.

$11,280!

This number seems to be very small, but you must know that at this time, Mercedes-Benz used cars are only about 2,000-3,000 US dollars, and an annual income of 150,000 US dollars is considered the middle class.

In other words, a business made Gao Jun directly cross the "class" from a broken sales at once.

TMD, those big arms dealers, how much money do they have to make a year!

Gao Jun held back his excitement, shook hands with Bart and left, already thinking about how to be chic.

Although Paul was also excited, he looked very depressed between his eyebrows.

"Gao, the weapon we sold them killed someone just now!" Walking out of the factory, he couldn't wait to frown and say.

"When we trade guns to them, it means more people are going to die."

"What's this? It has nothing to do with us. Gao Jun said casually.

"They just killed a police officer, and that's the uniform of a Tijuana law enforcement officer, I can tell."

Gao Jun frowned, fuck, why didn't you find out, this guy has a bit of a virgin bitch tendency?

"Listen, Paul, from 3600 B.C. to the 80s of the 20th century, there were more than 14,500 wars in the world, of which only 292 were peaceful years, and these wars killed about 3.5 billion people, and even if we shit in the toilet, someone will die under firearms, and it has nothing to do with us." ”

Gao Jun waved the dollar in the alley, "Don't you want money?" Don't you think they're cute? What do you say to Tommesby? ”

He learned the other person's tone, "I'm mixing in the mongrels and learning how to make money!" ”

"That's right, we're mongrels now, don't you tell me, you don't want to make money anymore?"

Paul's face struggled.

He wanted to make money without causing a killing.

Bitch Americans!

Gao Jun scolded in his heart, but still coaxed him in a coaxing tone, "Each of us can't choose our own life, God likes to see the joys and sorrows of the world, so he gives human beings powerless weakness, but struggling to live is the best counterattack for life." ”

"We can't change the world."

Paul nodded slowly, "Perhaps, you're right. ”

Gao Jun smiled, "I took out 200 US dollars and donated it to the United Nations Charity Organization, which is our best kindness to the world." ”

The flesh hurts!

$200!

No, African, you're going to have to work hard, and I'm going to get some more money back from you.

"We've got money today, how about we go and have a dash? Do you have anyone to look for? Brooke Smalls? Kelly Fisher? Molly Lynward? Or do I call them all? ”

Paul was teased by him, "Gao, we just made tens of thousands of dollars, not tens of millions!" ”

"Do you have a favorite Hollywood actress?"

"I love Kathleen Turner, the one who played 'Wizard of Wisdom,' 'Emerald,' 'Passion Sin,' 'The Modern Godfather,' you know?"

Gao Jun nodded, "Of course, but she seems to be almost 40, right?" ”

“36！ I like the bigger ones, you know, I grew up drinking just milk powder, and I wanted to try something else. ”

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder.

"Then you have to hurry up and make money and keep up with the speed at which she sags."

Paul's curses suddenly rang out in the heavy truck.

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