Gao Jun called Bancroft, who was in the port of Jeddah.

There are two freighters in that place, and most of the cargo on them, so someone has to watch them.

"Yes, yes, a, when the time comes, he will pick up the goods, you can give it to him, with my signature on it." Gao Jun sat on the sofa with his head tilted to his mobile phone, counting diamonds in his hand.

The 45° angle is raised, which is a bit reflective and dazzling.

The diamond is quite bright.

"By the way, give him the manual, I remember that there is also an English version, right, don't take the Russian, don't make a mistake, yes, it's free, how can the manual ask for money?"

"I'm not wrong, man, it's free!"

The other side didn't believe him as a person, and asked one more question, Gao Jun emphasized it in an accentuated voice, and Bancroft responded.

After hanging up the phone, throw the phone away.

I took out a notebook from the suit hanging next to it and spread it out, clearly noting the number of goods.

Cross out vigorously on the T62.

Sweeping his gaze, now there are PKM general-purpose machine guns, SVD sniper rifles, RPK light machine guns, which add up to not much, and the other AK47s are sold out, which is too hot.

And the most worrying thing is the remaining 12 T55s.

That Hammons is quite picky, according to the brain capacity IQ of Africans, the foolish operation of T55 is more suitable for them, and it can be seen in the Angola and Mozambique wars.

However, Gao Jun is more inclined to believe that Hammons's organization has some educated soldiers but not many, so he can only arm them with "advanced" tanks as much as possible, but those that surpass the T62 are too expensive.

In my lifetime, I must go to Africa to open a school, teach tank driving and shooting, and train you well, I don't believe it, you don't buy tanks if you have talents!

"It's hard to do business..."Gao Jun sighed, lifted his suit, and walked out of the lounge, which was actually a plastic room, fixed on the edge of the exhibition plaza, used to talk about business.

Close to noon.

The exhibition hall is finally popular.

Some of the more boldly dressed prostitutes stood on the tanks, and even threw flattering glances in public, while a group of mercenaries below screamed.

It's rare to see anyone wearing a suit.

The poor have all come out to be mercenaries, how much money can they have?

Gao Jun could guess what their assets were at random glance.

"Aren't they going to make money? Could it be that Kuwait is already at peace? He grumbled.

"Kuwait does not need such bandits." A voice came from the side, Gao Jun looked over, and saw Miller coming over, "There are no fewer civilians who died in their hands than Iraqis." ”

"When you learn to pull the trigger, you realize that the world is not gentle at all, and sometimes I wonder if God will forgive us for our cannibalism, and then I look around and suddenly it dawns on me that God is out of here a long time ago," Miller said.

"The world is terrible, but every day there are people doing good deeds." Gao Jun's tone was regretful, "If those civilians can buy a cheap weapon from me, perhaps, they have the right to live." ”

"What's the difference between my arms and what the United States sells? Perhaps, I did not pay taxes, or rather, I forgot to write on the body of the gun that it was made in the White House. ”

"Mercenaries too, extrajudicial missions are not considered invasions? Many people worship it with good intentions, isn't it a compliment to war? When the wild dog's gaze looks over, it is already considered an invasion, and it is very simple to glorify war, let those idiots worship war! ”

Miller pondered, he felt that Gao Jun was right, but this philosophical justification should not take place in a war zone, but in school, and the purpose of his trip was to get to the point, "I agree to the conditions you gave, but we have a request. ”

"Say."

"We're in a partnership now, but if one day you need a mercenary on a formal contract, hopefully sign us early and move up one level from the existing rating."

When Gao Jun heard this, he looked at him with blazing eyes, "This is your idea?" ”

"The thoughts of all of our team."

It seems that there are also smart people who understand that Gao Jun's "dispatch model" will eventually change to an exclusive business model, which wants to invest in advance.

Gao Jun bowed, "Your evaluation is handed over to Ambrera, I won't interfere, but I have a commission here." With that, he pulled out a picture of him and Rabe from his wallet.

"Help me go to the Erde Fetur tribe and bring him back, this is also within the scope of mercenaries, right?"

"If you finish, I'll add a grade to the rating given by Ambrera, would you like to take it?"

Why did Nasser change his mind.

It was impossible for Gao Jun to ask directly, and the only one he was familiar with and had a certain status in the tribe was Rabe.

He had to talk to the "little friend".

Miller took the photo, stared at Rabe, and bowed slightly, "Yes, but I need other means, and the cost incurred..."

"Come back to me for reimbursement for reasonable expenses, though, I don't want to see a sheep in there for $300..."

Miller took on this task, in addition to wanting Gao Jun to see the strength of his mercenary group, and the second was to work hard to adjust his rating.

It's actually like some companies, putting employees in a gearbox, and then connecting them with their interests, do you think they will not work hard?

The difference between B and A is $40,000.

But with this money, you can tow away a 107 rocket launcher in Gao Jun, and even RPGs can feed you until you vomit, and you are almost invincible in street battles dominated by mercenaries.

Of course, as long as you don't encounter an open hanger.

For example, the American pilot who drove the "Warthog".

Gao Jun looked at his back and smiled slightly.

Now we know the usefulness of "supernumerary personnel".

Of course, he has few people, but he has a lot of weapons, and those who come out to be mercenaries can quit gambling and pornography, but it is impossible to quit even bullets.

Isn't it the case that a small amount of benefits are given and a future is promised?

Don't try to see the chaotic world with a peaceful eye, when the bullets and dollars start to dance, there is nothing but the revelry of the venting and the grief of the innocent.

But would you rather be a venter or an innocent?

……

Elder Fetur Tribal.

Rabe flipped off the camel, his brow furrowed, his expression very serious, and his heart was heavy.

Just as he was about to go to the tribe, he saw a child running towards him, very panicked, "Uncle Rabe." ”

"What's wrong, little Maury." Rabe asked, touching the other's head.

"Over there, there's a baby camel that's hurt." Maury said, pointing behind a hill.

What is a camel in the desert?

It's a god!

It's a guardian, it's a partner.

So when Rabe heard this, he was very nervous, and looked left and right, but there was no one else, and at Maury's urging, he hurried towards the hill.

But when I climbed over the hill, I saw an off-road vehicle parked.

"Mr. Rabe? Nice to meet you, our boss invited you to be a guest? Miller said with a smile, holding up the silenced pistol, "You should say yes." ”

Labedon's scalp tingled and he raised his hand.

The companion pulled the car door open and stuffed him into the car, while Miller looked at Namori and grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket, "Uncle will take you to the city to play, okay?" Sending you back in the evening. ”

Of course, it is impossible to let him go back for the time being.

Are you kidding.

You can only take it with you.

How much resistance do small children have to sugar?

He didn't get mad enough to do it to a child (!!) ）

Carrying Mori into the car, the SUV roared towards Jubail.