Tang Dao finally understood the pain of doing business.

There are tens of millions of dealers in the world, and the number of people who can get through may only be a handful. The main reason is that there are so many poor people!

There were more people watching the show than actual buyers, and so far the total has only been sold for less than 20,000 US dollars.

On the other hand, there is a French guy opposite who sells groceries and does a good business.

Diapers, canned beef, and even newspapers such as "Playboy" and "Penthouse" are sold. Compared with weapons, maybe these are comforts to the mercenaries. Tang Dao is so angry that he holds his liver and sells arms.

It's better to do X.

In the evening, looking at the sunset in the sky, it was probably after seven o'clock, and there were a lot less people in the gymnasium. Tang Dao stood up from the ground with his legs, stamped his numb feet, and hit the man with his mouth open on the side.

Osborne, who was snoring, even raised his hand, not knowing what the other party was dreaming about. He shuddered and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Close the stall."

"Oh, okay." Osborne rubbed his eyes, stretched, pushed the co-pilot's Witte, and shouted in the other person's ear, "Get up and pee!"

I almost scared Witte away. When the spirit comes back, I will fuck him.

"Okay, stop making trouble, finish it quickly, and let's find a place to stay." Tang Dao frowned and said, and the two started to move the goods while cursing, but still staring at each other.

Ten minutes later, the armored vehicle drove out of Tut Stadium. When it was at the door, it stopped for a moment, stretched out a hand from the window, held a hundred-dollar bill between it, and handed it to a black woman wearing a white shirt, who also opened it for him.

He tore up the invoice with his hands, grinned, and his teeth seemed to have been touched by bleaching powder, "Welcome to come again next time, sir."

Tang Dao took the invoice and looked at it casually. The English was like a tadpole, which made his head hurt. He rolled it up and threw it out of the car. After rolling on the ground for a few times, it was hit by the right rear wheel.

Crush over...

"It's a quiet place, but there are quite a lot of rules." Job squatted behind the armored vehicle, huddled with the weapons, holding on to the sides tightly, fearing that Osborne would brake again later and leave him alone.

Half of my face was swollen.

"Of course there are rules when it comes to making money. This market can earn at least four to five million yuan a day." Witt's head also popped out from behind, and Tang Dao's ears stood up as soon as he opened his mouth.

Got up.

Four to five million?

"Are you talking about rubles?" Job laughed dryly, but he laughed like Donald Duck a few times. When he found that no one was catering to him, he lowered his head and suffocated in embarrassment, but there was still a sound in his throat.

There was a drag at the end.

"I just heard about it."

Wit changed his legs and squatted, feeling a little numb, "We are playing games, and others are setting the rules. Of course, we will make more money. Do you know why many countries have written arms trafficking into law? Because, you are here

to move their interests."

There is some truth to this.

The United States is a pioneer in combating arms crimes, but they also account for four-sevenths of the world's arms business!

From high-end weapons to battlefield mines, they produce everything and do not allow anyone to intervene, because monopoly is the most shameless business.

Tang Daoban turned his body sideways and was about to speak when suddenly a huge impact blew half of his butt away. His body almost flew out, but because he grabbed the handle with his other hand, he was able to hold it on.

When the BTR-40 passed by an alley, a jeep suddenly rushed out of the alley and hit a point on the right rear side of the armored vehicle, almost overturning it. However, after all, there was a five-ton truck. After half of the BTR-40's tires were raised,

, and then paused again.

"action!"

Three strong figures jumped out of the jeep. One of them held an RP-46 machine gun, stuck the butt of the gun on his pelvis, held the handle with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and fired towards the side of the armored vehicle!

Beep beep beep beep…

The 7.62mm bullet occasionally ricocheted and sparks appeared when it hit it.

"Get closer!" After the machine gunner fired all the bullets from the magazine, one of them was wearing a dark green mask with a skull painted on it, tactical glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a German Heckler & Koch in his hand.

The 33E automatic rifle produced, cautiously and slowly approached from three different directions, the people inside were definitely not dead!

Lao Maozi's BTR-40 is not that crispy.

But apart from the sound of breathing, even the sound of footsteps was like the faint sound of mosquitoes.

A white man wearing a peaked cap and dark gray combat uniform squatted down and pulled the driver's door from below. As soon as he put his hand on it, the door suddenly opened instantly.

Bang!

A very clear sound hit his head. The white man couldn't stand firm on his feet and fell back to the ground. This shocked everyone, but after they reacted, they raised their hands towards the car door and prepared to shoot. Just look.

A dark object was thrown out of it and rolled on the ground.

"Grenade!!"

This is an anti-1 grenade, with 60g of TNT explosives wrapped inside the projectile, with an effective killing radius of 30 meters!

After the grenade was thrown out, the car door was closed again. With the sound of the door closing, a dull explosion shock wave tested the BTR-40, and the shrapnel left scars on the armor.

"Bang...bang, bang!"

The passenger door was "hit" and dented by the shock wave. After several continuous iron sounds, the door was finally kicked open from the inside. Tang Dao crawled out with blood on his face. The liquid got into his eye sockets, making the world red, and his eyelashes

Shaking slightly, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and looked around through the bottom of the car.

"Dong dong dong." The only sound was the rapid beating of the heart.

Under attack!

But can he still have enemies in Namibia?

Tang Dao's mind was almost blank. He was holding a Makarov pistol in his hand. Three meters away, a white man struggled to get up. Tang Dao forced himself to calm down. He couldn't die here. His fingers

Put the trigger on...

He had fired a gun before. When he was studying in the United States, he fired a few rounds at the shooting range, but that was facing a target. Now he was a living person. His fingers were trembling, but he pressed the trigger resolutely, and a bullet hit the opponent's shoulder.

.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaments, Geer, save me!" the white man shouted heartbreakingly, but the next second, a bullet hit his neck. His eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened, and he wanted to reach out to cover the wound, but the blood came out.

He escaped from the gap and fell to the ground dead.

At this time, Osborn also came out. He was lucky. He only had bruises on his cheeks. He looked around angrily, but kept his mouth shut. He cleaned the battlefield first and refilled the corpse, but he also found a living person.

, pulling the opponent's collar, like dragging a dead dog, to Tang Dao, "There is still one alive."

Tang Dao stood up holding on to the tires of the armored vehicle. His whole body ached, and he frowned. He pulled down the opponent's mask, and his face was exposed. His right eye was swollen, his front teeth were lost, and his left calf was blown away.

"Boss, I've seen this in the market, isn't it right next to our stall?" Osborne suddenly raised his head and said.

"You dare to mess with me?"

Tang Dao's mouth was full of smiles, and he gritted his teeth. He understood that the other party must have thought that there were only a few of him, and wanted to get one vote, so he regarded himself as a soft persimmon?

He grabbed the other person's hair, and with a force of his arm, he hit the side of the armored vehicle. He didn't spare any effort and left a hole in his head.

"Want my goods?" Tang Dao opened his eyes wide and looked at the other person. The latter's eyes were pleading, but he was too weak to even beg for mercy.

"I told you to touch my goods!" He grabbed the opponent's neck with his right hand and roared ferociously, using force!

"Ahem..."

This West Asian man's face was red, his eyes were bulging, he kicked his legs and twitched the corners of his eyes. In the end, he didn't struggle at all.
Chapter completed!