Hassan locked himself in the office for more than thirty hours! During this period, no one knocked on the door, but he was roaring and got out in a mess.

Everyone knows that Hassan is in a bad mood now.

But when I saw that he was unhappy, someone was happy.

…

"cheers!"

Tang Dao held the wine glass and touched Basil and others gently, and took a sip of the so-called Somali beer, which had a faint smell of urine. He looked at Basil, and the other party drank it with relish.

Of course, this was not what Tang Dao invited them. Now the 3rd Regiment has just been beaten and collapsed. Hassan and Somalia are in a state of grief.

Tang Dao and Hassan have a good relationship, so they didn't make any trouble at this time. Basil and Falkner came to visit.

I brought two bottles of wine and found a reason.

Tang Dao naturally couldn't push the two of them out, so he came in and asked the chef Lao Chen to add another order of dishes, so the few people could drink it.

After Basil's mouthful of wine, he could see his upper gums in a row. He tsk a few times, looked at Falkner again, then pulled out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth, and began to talk serious.

"Mr. Nicholas, the destruction of the 3rd Regiment made General Hassan have no force in his hands now..." Basil sorted out his language, crossed his hands and placed them in front of his lower abdomen. The two index fingers kept knocking each other, looking very nervous. "He may no longer be able to control the situation in the country. Other large tribes, including the Elmig tribe, clearly expressed their dissatisfaction. Perhaps General Hassan will become history."

Tang Dao raised his head and stared at him. There was a smile on his lips. The old fox staring at Basil felt goosebumps all over his body, but in just a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze, placed his wine glass on the table, gently rubbed his elbow off the table, and said casually, "I'm just a businessman. We never care about that much. As long as we can guarantee the interests of our company, we will always remain neutral if we cooperate with anyone."

Basil and Falkner were delighted, they just needed to remain neutral!

Of course someone else will do it.

They plan to remove Hassanla. Lippman's death made the gap between the two sides bigger and bigger, and it was almost time to tear apart. Basil and others were afraid of Diag Hassan's 3rd regiment. Now the 3rd regiment is also over the battlefield of Zaire, and Diag is even more dead. If you don't take action at this time, when will you wait?

"We want some submachine guns, and I hope Mr. Nicholas can recommend it." Falkner said from the side.

This almost made Tang Dao laugh out loud. He wanted to rebel and came to him. Who doesn’t know that his relationship with Hassan is very good? Of course, this is only limited to goodness. The honeymoon period has passed long ago. Tang Dao doesn’t matter what his relationship is. He used to be a clown at the Aidid birthday party and gave him a tank and hang banners. Now? Aidid has long become a fertilizer.

As long as it is a business, he will do it!

Tang Dao looked at Mister sitting next to him, then looked at the little angel behind him, "Go to the warehouse to bring the batch of German goods we collected last time."

The little angel nodded and turned around and left with a decisive look.

German goods?

Basil's face was also happy. In Africa, this German goods were hard currency, but he didn't know what it was. He didn't know very well. As the Chief of Staff of Somalia, he had never seen German weapons much.

The little angel came back quickly, carrying three submachine guns on his back and placed them neatly on the table.

Tang Dao held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, took the closest to him, pulled the bolt a few times, listened to the crisp sound, looked at the magazine, and introduced, "P5k submachine gun, magazine capacity 30 methods, the whole venue is 325 mm, which is very suitable for places such as briefcases. It is relatively small, has a high lethality and a fast firing rate. It is a German product in 1966."

After putting it down, I picked up the handful in the middle again.

"P5sd submachine gun, special police equipment, is equipped with police forces from more than a dozen countries around the world, has outstanding practical capabilities and a magazine capacity of 30 rounds."

"This last one..." Because the distance was a bit far, Tang Dao pointed, "There are all in the classic p5 submachine guns, Falkland Wars, and Gulf Wars. I don't need to introduce them more. Which type do you need? I can give you a 20% discount on the price. However, the number is not large, only about fifty ones."

Tang Dao did not enter the drug and equipment from regular channels. These goods were second-hand. Some mercenaries who could not make it or did not want to make it would sell their weapons. Some so-called "war novices" were the small mobile vendors who drove their cars to set up street stalls wherever there was war. Tang Dao also made them, and most of these guns were collected from them.

In addition to German and military equipment, there are also American and British, which are mixed. To be honest, except that he cannot compete with the third brother of Baixiang, he should be the most of this kind of mutton-made product.

A qualified arms dealer must also learn to receive goods. Savior Company has been on the black market for a long time to receive goods.

Of course, some defective products are not needed, but those that can be sold are second-hand goods, but most of them are well maintained and will not treat them badly at the price. Tang Dao is most concerned about integrity in business. This is about tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars a month to spend here. Then the logistics maintenance is required, and these guns can be sold again. If you put more gun oil and put a packaging bag outside, you can sell them as new goods.

Tang Dao disdains to do this, he is an honest person!

Basil discussed with Falkner, then pointed to the p5 submachine gun and said, "We need these 30, and we will have another 5,000 bullets."

"The unit price of p5 is 1,700 US dollars, and bullets are one US dollars per round. I take good care of you at this price." Tang Dao looked at Basil and the others and said, seeing that they had no objection, he snapped his fingers at the little angel, "Record it and help them load the goods."

"No, no, no, don't worry now, we will pay first, but we want to pre-store this batch of goods first." Basil said hurriedly. They were not fully prepared. Moreover, this time he was actually testing Tang Dao's attitude. If the other party said that Somalia needed peace, Basil and others could only shrink this mind, but the other party expressed it very open-mindedly, which inevitably began to fluctuate people's hearts.

In Somalia, this vulture has the final say.

"Of course," Tang Dao nodded, "When do you need it, or let us ship the freight to wherever we want it, say."

Basil and Falkner nodded quickly. The two got the answer they wanted. They paid the bill very readily, wrote a check, and then left with a smile. Dondao asked Mister to send them out specifically.

Tang Dao picked up the check and bounced it down, the sound was quite crisp.

"Boss, they're gone." Mister also returned and said with a serious expression, "Boss, I don't quite understand that a stable Somalia shouldn't be what we need?"

"Hahaha." Tang Dao laughed twice and stood up, "Do you really think they can succeed? Hassan can achieve this position, but it's not up to trust. Moreover, Basil and the others want to sit in that position without looking at their own products. It's a bit naive, but Hassan has been a little unfriendly to us recently, so he understands that Somalia cannot live without the savior, and Hassan cannot live without me, Nicholas! Here, he just needs to be obedient."

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Chapter completed!