The minibus came to a slow stop.

Through the window, Gao Jun saw the dilapidated, pitch-black high wall.

In the center of the door, there was a Mi-24 helicopter, but it was badly damaged, the cabins were blown in, and even weapons and equipment such as armored protection airborne machine guns and rocket nests were missing. Apparently it was used as a trophy by this empty shell for people to admire.

This... Is it a big hotel?

After opening the car door, the armed men shouted and got out of the car.

Gao Jun got out of the car and looked around, there was still barbed wire around it, which was getting more and more like a... Jail!

Follow the armed men into the hotel.

Facing the doorway, there are portraits of the elders of the "Alliance-7".

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kabul." A man wrapped in a turban stood in the hall, followed by two armed men armed with AKs.

It's like looking at them like a chicken!

"The Goldsworthy Hotel will keep you safe in Kabul, as long as you are here, you have to learn to derail the shells, my name is Upton, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

It's been a long time since I've seen such a polite beard.

A little uncomfortable.

"There are three levels of hotel rooms, $30, $130, and $230."

This price caused an uproar.

Tutu Tu Tu ~ The molecule standing behind Upton pulled the trigger towards the roof.

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Sorry, you guys were too loud to scare the lads." Upton still had a smile on his face and said, "If you choose well, you can go to the front desk, if you think it's expensive, you can leave, but it's not safe in Kabul at night." ”

Isn't this just a money grab?

$50 minibus + minimum $30 per night room.

There are 2.30 people here, at least about 2,000 US dollars!

Or...

Pull a team yourself and collect protection money?

This thought turned in Gao Jun's mind, but he was quickly dispelled, what are you kidding, do you think they are mixing by themselves, but in fact, which militant has no backer behind him?

Rush into it...

You'll be made into a dried corpse, hung on the top of a hill, and eaten by the birds that pass by.

It's better to be an arms dealer in peace and stability.

Gao Jun asked for a $30 room.

Everyone squeezed together, but the front desk said...

"Even if you live together, everyone else will have to pay $10 for the occupancy."

Gao Jun's hands were shaking when he took out the money.

I really want to punch this guy in the face.

The room is typical of the Afghan war...

Lavatory...

The toilets were all blown up.

Half of the room was leaking, bullets were stuck in the walls, the floor was full of rubble, etc., and only two wooden beds were in the middle.

"It's $30!!"

"These bandits!"

Gao Jun scolded indignantly in a low voice, why not loudly? Nonsense, afraid that the other party will collapse him.

"That's it."

"It's okay, boss, we've slept in worse places than this, at least, there's a window here." Rune pointed to the glass and pushed it gently, just under the horrified gaze of everyone...

The glass has fallen!

The four of them stared at each other.

After about ten seconds, there was a knock on the door.

Ambrera went to open the door, standing with a bearded man, "Sir, damage item, $20." ”

……

It's past five o'clock in the morning.

Gao Jun woke up with the "sound of cannons" when he got up, staring out the window with sleepy eyes, and in the darkness, he could see bundles of "UFOs" cutting through the sky, illuminating the distance into daylight, although it was soon engulfed by darkness again.

But this shocking scene still made Gao Jun look in a daze.

"Don't worry, boss, it's still far from us." Ambrera whispered, as if to comfort a child.

"I'm just curious, how many dollars is this shell worth, you say?" Gao Jun asked with a grin.

Ebrela: "......"

A boss is a boss, and the first thing that comes to mind is money.

Gao Jun's eyes were staring into the distance, making no secret of his greed.

Lying back on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, getting up, and walking outside.

"Boss—" Ambrera got up and followed.

"It's okay, I'm just going to check it out."

The other side Pang was very serious, "This is a war zone, it's better to pay attention to safety." ”

Seeing him so "stubborn", Gao Jun also smiled, opened the door, and a cool breeze blew, and a little hair stood up.

In the corridor stood two armed men, smoking cigarettes, who came by when they heard the movement.

But I didn't care.

It's a hotel, not a prison.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Gao Jun greeted him like a self-cooked, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it over, "American cigarettes." ”

The militants' eyes lit up.

This kind of good cigarette is not something they can taste, and they are not polite, so they take it and put it in their mouths, and they don't lose their cigarettes, snuff them out and stuff them into their pockets.

You can't afford to waste it.

"May I meet Mr. Upton?"

"It's too early," said Mr. Upton, for the sake of the cigarettes, and he didn't like to be disturbed by his sleep. ”

"Just tell him I have a business to talk to him." Gao Jun stuffed $10 into the other party's hand, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"This..."

"This pack of cigarettes is for you too."

"Okay, I'll take a look." The militants said with a smile and, after shouting a word in Arabic to their companions, walked upstairs.

What this businessman is most afraid of is the cold field.

Gao Jun's chat skills were still full, and from the mouth of the rest of the people, he learned that this hotel was opened in partnership, and even the airport was captured by the "Alliance-7".

Upton's identity is the number two head of one of the organizations.

And this morning it was the Alliance-7 that was fighting over the western part of Kabul with another group, Burhanuddin Rabbani.

In one capital, there are two major forces, and there are more than a dozen small warlords attached to it, and the degree of chaos can be seen.

"Victory belongs to the Alliance—7!" The other party said with confidence.

Gao Jun naturally won't pour cold water, anyway, he talks about people when he sees people, and he talks nonsense when he sees ghosts, he is professional, "Victory belongs to the people!" ”

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and the armed men came down, "Mr. Upton promised to see you, but there was only one person. ”

"You go back and rest first." Gao Jun turned to Ambrera and said.

"Boss..."

"You can rest assured that there will be no danger on the territory of Alliance-7."

This sentence is said to others, and it will definitely reach Upton's ears by the way, and sure enough, seeing that Gao Jun is so knowledgeable, the two armed men showed a satisfied look on their faces.

Follow one person upstairs.

The security level is much stricter, and the weapons of the militants are also complicated, such as the Dragonov SVD sniper rifle, the AK automatic rifle, and even the ancestral Lee Enfield Mk III and Mosin Nagant bolts.

At first glance, it is the style of the Imperial Cemetery.

You must know that in the past two hundred years, they have been invaded by Britain, Tsarist Russia, and the Soviet Union, and the range of weapons has spanned a great time.

Don't doubt it.

As long as the gun can go off, it can kill people.

The group of people looked at Gao Jun with their eyes flickering.

Gao Jun smiled at them and walked into the room, where Upton sat cross-legged and raised his head, "You want to talk to me about business?" I'm not for everyone. ”

"Mr. Upton, it's okay if you don't like me, as long as you can like it."

Gao Jun threw a stack of about $2,000 on the table, bent down, pointed his finger at Franklin's nose, and looked at the other party, "His face should be big enough, right?" ”

Upton's eyes, the lower three white eyes, are ruthless, decisive, or, rather, unscrupulous.

"Sit down, what do you need to drink?"

"Do you have beer?"

"Of course, for its sake, there's everything." Upton said with a smile, bowing his head to the subordinates beside him.

"Won't you introduce yourself?"

"Nicholas. Yuri, an arms dealer. ”

Gao Jun took out his business card and handed it over.

Upton took it, looked at it, and said meaningfully, "Another one." ”

……