The sun burns.

A head poked out from beneath the lonely cactus, and a Glulu rat stared at the convoy in the distance with wide eyes.

Loud music roared out of the car.

Aerosmith's Classics Live! It was full of industrial frenzy of hard rock, and the driver's head swayed with it, and the car was about to be shaken by him.

Gao Jun felt that his head was big, "Hey, man, can you change it?" ”

Saudi Arabia has also been invaded by culture?

The driver raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror, a little upset, but after all, it was a guest invited by the emir (chief), so he could only press the radio.

"Sweet honey, how sweet you smile ......"

Gao Jun had a satisfied smile on his face, "That's it." Holding his hands and moving his body, I felt my brain swell when I listened to rock and roll, and I listened to too much soothing music to live a long life.

The driver pouted.

More than half an hour later, I went around a sand dune and saw the Elder Fetur tribe, where a few children were squatting on the ground barefoot, and when they heard the movement, they raised their heads, turned around and ran back, screaming loudly.

When Gao Jun got out of the car, he saw Rabe hurriedly come out of the tent, greeted him with a smile, and the other party was also very happy.

"I brought you a gift."

Gao Jun glanced at Ambrera, took a packed box, and handed it over.

"Mine?" Rabe said in surprise.

"Of course, we are friends, I brought you a gift on a business trip, take it apart and take a look." Gao Jun smiled and nodded.

In fact...

He had gifts for everyone who was "important", including Nasser and even Bishop.

What is it called?

Isn't it the norm in the sales industry to maintain existing customers, deepen relationships, and occasionally give a small gift?

The arms business is too!

It's hard to do business, especially to find high-quality customers.

In Gao Jun's small book, in the current cooperative relationship, the big dog is ranked first, and the most important thing is not to default on the final payment.

When Rabe opened it, inside was a Soviet TT-30 pistol with the nickname: "Big Black Star", which was found in Saada's warehouse, which was considered an addition.

The gun is not expensive.

Some military fans once jokingly called: The cost of 4 yuan, 6 cents and 5 cents.

"This is a Soviet general's gun during the war in Afghanistan." Gao Jun began to tell stories again.

If you give this broken copper and iron an "identity", then he is a valuable broken copper and iron, and capitalists like to engage in this set the most, just like diamonds, bound to love.

Love you fucking eggs.

When Rabe heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said sincerely, "Thank you, I like it very much." ”

Gao Jun smiled slightly, followed Rabe into the tribe, and saw Nasser outside the emir's tent, and the other party opened his hand very enthusiastically and gave him a big hug.

"Yuri, your guns are too useful." He lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Our territory in the Rub Khali Desert has expanded a lot. ”

What do you want to do in the desert?

Open defecation?

"As long as I can help you, it's enough, I also brought some goods here, and cannons, do you want to see them?" Gao Jun is half a head taller than the other party, and when he stands together, he has to take care of other people's emotions.

As soon as he heard the cannon, Nasser's eyes lit up, "Let's go, let's see." ”

"Ambrera, please come down from our young man from afar." Gao Jun shouted loudly.

Ambrera, who was talking to Scottis, answered, ran into the van, and beckoned a few men to slide the 107 rocket launcher down the lower pallet.

"The 107 mm caliber, when not loaded with rockets, weighs only 0.385 tons, and the rockets weigh 18.8 kilograms. Maximum range: 8500 meters, firing interval 0.6-0.8 seconds, this is 12 tubes, if you are happy, you can fire a howitzer battalion at the target in 12 seconds, with a radius of 12.5 meters. Gao Jun walked over and patted the barrel of the cannon, and introduced with a smile.

"The young man doesn't have a good temper, but he's hard-working, and it's a good fit in a place like the desert."

Nasser looked at him, "Boys have a lot of tempers, like the little boy who ran away from home on August 6, 1945, and hasn't come back yet. ”

Gao Jun was stunned, "But I heard that someone saw him in Hiroshima, and I don't know if it's true or not, Americans should post a missing person notice." ”

"I don't think the Americans really like to see him again."

The two of them looked at each other and laughed.

"Can you show me that?" Nasser said.

"Here? I didn't have many shells with me..."Gao Jun said as he looked left and right.

"The shells are mine."

"Ambrera, Scottis, get the instructions Upton gave me, damn it! Where did you put it? It's not going to be under the ass again, is it? ”

…

Ten minutes later.

On the sand dunes 300 meters to the right of the tribe.

Gao Jun was flipping through a yellowed manual, and his head was big, but fortunately there were professionals under his hands, and under the command of Ambrera, the cannonballs were loaded.

He waved to Gao Jun in the rear, who responded.

Nasser, who was next to him, suddenly asked, "How many shells are there?"

"$700!" As soon as Gao Jun finished speaking, he heard a few booms over there, and saw the rockets rushing away, and the two hurriedly took out their binoculars, and saw a place of sand and dust two kilometers away.

The terror that covers the sky and the sun can be felt even from a distance.

No wonder... Later, after the turn of the millennium, two large US warships "Ashland" and "Chishaji" fled, and rockets passed over the bow of the ship, blowing a large hole in the roof of the warehouse at the dock with a diameter of 2.5 meters.

That's all there is to it.

It's a rabbit with a phobia of lack of firepower.

This was woken up by the "Van Vleet shell volume".

Gao Jun swallowed his saliva, looked at Nasser next to him with a dazed face, and felt a little disdainful in his heart.

You've never seen a standard 300 km rocket launcher with an error of 1700 km, but ordinary arms dealers can't get that thing.

"How? Satisfied? ”

Nasser's eyes lit up, "Gao, how many weapons do you have?" ”

"There are 9 more doors, you know, the business is too good, others are rushing to ask for it, I keep it for you, if you don't want it, I will sell it to others, and the buyers in Liberia have been contacted."

"Yes, I want it, how much!"

Gao Jun grinned, "9 doors, 300,000 US dollars." ”

The price still made Nasser hesitate.

"Actually, this rocket launcher has many advantages, this can be disassembled and transported, if there is a conflict during transportation, you can also launch it on the back of a camel, and the power of a single tube is also very sufficient, as long as you aim, it is not a problem to kill dozens of people."

"The price..."

"The price is already very low, and besides, I don't think you need to buy it all by yourself, Mr. Bishop definitely needs it, this kind of rocket launcher is too convenient, very suitable for guerrilla warfare."

"By the way, what about Mr. Bishop," Gao Jun asked, and saw Nasser's expression change.

"He's dead..."

Walt?

He's dead!

Where are the ashes?

Cemetery either?

Full set of crying and mourning!

Brother, why did you just leave, you... What do you want me to do?

Shroud bag to find out, thank you.