Bishop was more cheerful than his cousin Nasser.

People are going to go with heavy firepower!

After all, it's against the strongman.

Gao Jun was also observing the other bearded men around Bishop, who were simply... Like a civilian!

The L1A1 rifle in his hand, which is a British imitation of a Belgian weapon, also wears a cauldron helmet on top of his robe, and the American M1, cross-body wearing the British 58 version of the sand-colored armed strap.

Let's put it this way...

The local tyrants don't care about logistics and supplies, as long as it is a weapon of a strong country, they will buy it!

So much so that it looks nondescript.

Of course, compared to the Indian department stores, the Kuwaitis are still more reserved.

The most important thing is that the man's fingers are always on the trigger, and occasionally his fingers move twice, looking at Gao Jun's scalp is numb, buddy, you won't go off, right?

It's also strange to say, marksmanship, you try to aim, but instead you repair the earth, but if you don't care about anything, you just lift it up and shoot, and the bullet looks like it has an eye.

Commonly known as: metaphysics!

African aliases: Random marksmanship, one shot is not good, two shots are down!

"We want 50 FIM-43s and 200 shells, but I'm going to deliver them in three days."

Gao Jun's face was happy when he heard the order at the beginning, but this time limit made him shake his head busily, "Impossible, impossible." ”

"There are so many things, I have to report and go through the procedures, at least a week."

The goods are real, and the procedures are also real!

As for what is reported?

This is a trade secret.

If he goes to the Mediterranean, it will be at least a month, and it will take a week for him to deliver it in a short time, and he can only ship it by air.

"These are not what I have to think about, if they can be delivered in three days, I will place an order, and I also need 100 MAC11 submachine guns, and 60,000 rounds of ammunition!"

Gao Jun's face was pale, so he was all equipped.

Bishop is going to work hard!

This is not good, just these few birdmen, what if you die? Will you still be able to do business in the future?

"Sir, I think you should understand the essence of guerrilla warfare." Gao Jun thought for a moment and said in a slightly tactful tone.

"Kuwait doesn't just have Prince Fahd! We will all fight to the death with others for the sake of the motherland! Bishop said excitedly.

Prince Fahd is a ruthless man, the king's own brother, when the Iraqi army attacked the official residence, he and his two sons were armed with AKs and fired at them, and they were heroic.

Same with Allende.

Gao Jun looked at Bishop's iron skull, and suddenly seemed to think of something, asked him to wait a while, walked back into the car, leaned his body through the car window, and reached out to find it in a few bags.

I felt a book in my hand, took it out, read it, walked back, and handed it to Bishop, "Sir, there is never only one side to war, this book is very helpful to you, he is the work of a great man, as long as you learn him thoroughly, it is very simple to defeat the invaders." ”

Title: "On Guerrilla Warfare"!

This is the English version, and the book was translated into several languages in the 50s, published abroad, and held up as a model in many places.

"It's free." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"I know him." Bishop pointed to the name on it and said cautiously, "He's a great man." ”

Gao Jun smiled noncommittally.

"So, don't worry, besides, I have an intelligence, do you need it?"

"Intelligence?" Bishop was confused.

"Yes, but intelligence is important, and the price is more expensive."

Bishop looked at him with suspicion, "As long as it's true, you name a price." ”

"Of course I can't decide whether the information is true or not, but if you want it, you'll have to pay, after all, you know, even the Pope wears different underwear every day." Gao Jun said emphatically.

Bishop: "How much do you need?" ”

"$10,000."

Gao Jun looked at the other party and breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart suddenly chuckled, NMD, it's called less, Kuwait is a big oil country, and those like him who stay to fight guerrillas must have a lot of funds in their hands.

Grass!

Business is losing money.

Bishop readily agreed, urging Gao Jun to say.

"The U.S. will intervene in the war in the near future."

"That's it?"

"And, authorized by the United Nations, so, Kuwait is not alone." Gao Jun cheered him up.

Bishop's eyes were shining.

Gao Jun kept calculating in his hand, and after he finished writing, he paused with his pen, "My price for FIM-43 is 600 US dollars, the price of artillery shells is 500 US dollars, buy ten get one free, then even if it is 180 pieces, here is 120,000 US dollars." ”

"The MAC11 submachine gun is quoted at $440, the bullet is $1, adding up, $104,000, a total of $224,000, I promise you a 20% discount..."

Gao Jun still turned to the computer for help.

"$179,200! And 10,000 pieces of information, what do you think? You can rest assured, money can't be miscalculated, I do business, the most important thing is sincerity. ”

The bullet didn't increase the price, so it gave you face.

Bishop glanced at the bill, nodded, and beckoned to a companion next to him, who offered a briefcase.

As soon as it was opened, Gao Jun's dog eyes were blinded!

Have you seen...

Gold bars?

There are all of them, at least thirty or forty.

"This is the standard 3.746 ounces, according to the current gold price, the price of 357.15 US dollars an ounce, one is 1337.88 US dollars, and there are 35 here, for 46825.8, which is considered an advance payment."

"Mr. Bishop, the price of gold is different every day now, and there are people under the Statue of Liberty who melt gold every day, maybe $300 an ounce tomorrow, which is not at all." Gao Jun swallowed carefully.

He's right, how long has it been since the financial crisis?

The price of gold is different every day, but in fact, it will definitely rise in essence, Gao Jun just uses this means to reduce the price, and this is what the businessman has in his bones.

"And how much do you think?"

"$40,000."

The $6,000 was very indifferent to Bishop, so he went with him.

See!

What is Big Brother called?

What is a local tyrant?

What is a big dog?

That's it!

Gao Jun happily took the box, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a sharp screeching sound from the rear convoy horn on the opposite side.

Bishop's face was suddenly embarrassed.

There was a sound of machine gun fire, and Gao Jun's right eyelid was jumping hard, not good, something was going to happen.

"The Iraqis are coming!" I don't know who shouted.

"Fight!" Bishop roared.

And how could Gao Jun stay and fight?

He got into the car with someone and shouted at him, "Mr. Bishop, when the goods arrive, I'll call you, drive quickly, damn it, why are those Iraqis here?" ”

Bishop didn't reply to him.

Fight back with people.

After the Isuzu Trooper reversed, with a dashing tail swing, Gao Jun looked back and saw more than a dozen armed off-road vehicles rushing up to the dunes.

An encounter that breaks out in the desert!

I don't know if the people over there saw a little ant running away, and two cars chased after it.

"! Exercise! ”

I'm just an arms dealer, not a military adviser, so why are you beating me?

"Speed up!"

"The gas pedal is on the bottom." Simpson was also sweating on his scalp.

Gao Jun swears...

When you make money, you must find someone to protect yourself.

this place.

It's terrifying.

Sudden Sudden Sudden T

The bullet chased the off-road vehicle's butt and swept away, and Newman was so frightened that he held his head and shrank back, but he still stiffened his head, stretched out a hand, grabbed the MAC11 submachine gun and fired it outward.

But this guy, his hand was not steady, and the submachine gun fell directly.

Gao Jun happened to see this scene in the rearview mirror.

"Idiot!"

"My $440!!"

……