Chapter 19： :Spokesperson?

"There are two small rooms in this big room. Everything must not be damaged, or you will be compensated according to the original price. Sir, put your weapons off the TV." The old woman turned on the light when she unscrewed the door. The light bulb was obviously not eaten Full, flickering, seeing Osborne put the AKM away, his eyebrows blew up, and he was dissatisfied with his English, Tang Dao had studied in the United States, he heard, It's a Detroit accent, because one of his classmates in Detroit likes to twist their tongues.

Osborne already had a shadow on the old woman, and raised his hand, "Okay, okay, ma'am." Then he took the AKM off the top of the old-fashioned TV, turned his head, and turned to Tang Dao He rolled his eyes and grimaced.

The old woman frowned and looked around the room for a few times, then she paused, walked to the tea table, half squatted down, stretched out her hand and wiped it, a hair was stained on her finger, she pulled out a piece of hair from her pocket. A piece of paper wrapped her hair, held it in the palm of her hand, walked towards the door, and said politely, "Good night, gentlemen, I wish you sweet dreams."

"Shit!" After the old woman walked out, Osborne jumped on the spot and punched like a boxer, "If the old woman doesn't leave, I'll teach her how to behave with a left uppercut."

Tang Dao rolled his eyes, took the gauze, went to the bathroom, and bandaged it in front of the mirror.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed look in the mirror, he felt more lucky. If it was not an armored vehicle, but an ordinary off-road vehicle, he would be belching his fart by now. Those people are so cruel. He is running for his life.

Tang Dao completely no longer thinks that this is a game.

No wonder Stilwell said that there are generally two types of human competition, civilized sports and barbaric wars, and arms dealers are vultures who gain benefits in wars. Fertilizers have no way out.

A sense of urgency pressed Tang Dao strongly, and his breathing was hoarse. A few people alone are definitely not enough, there are too many greedy beasts and too few hunters, they will be gnawed beyond recognition, take off their clothes, the right shoulder is full of bruises, turn on the faucet, use both hands to catch some water, and shoot He slapped his face, coughed up phlegm, spit it into the sink, picked up his clothes and went out of the bathroom, yelling casually, "Osborne... **** it! What are you doing?"

The latter half of the sentence was completely subconsciously roared out, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Just look at Osborn holding his hands, looking down at Witt, and pouting his lips. This posture is very scary.

"Boss..." Osborn hurriedly got up from the bed and explained, "I, I was just waking him up."

"Using your mouth?" It's okay if you don't explain it, but once you explain it, the atmosphere becomes even weirder. As soon as the British guy opened his mouth, Tang Dao raised his hand to interrupt, "It's okay, I won't discriminate against any concept of love, but I hope The other half is agreed, not forced, good night."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the inner room and closed the lock, and he could hear the roar of the door in a low voice.

The corner of Tang Dao's mouth raised, and he went to the small bed with a width of only 1.2. The moonlight outside the window was reflected in the room, which was rare and peaceful.

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"OMG!"

An inhuman roar interrupted Tang Dao's lucid dream. He unscrewed the door unhappily. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Witt pressing down on Osborne, pinching him tightly, and the latter stuck out his tongue. , Tang Dao was startled, rushed over, and pulled it down forcefully, only then let the other party let go.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"I... how can I sleep in the same bed with him?" Witt asked loudly.

"It turns out that there is only one room in this hotel, and it must be crowded." Tang Dao thought what was the matter, and waved his hands to explain.

Witt blushed, pulled on his boxers, and said angrily, "Then why am I not wearing anything?"

Uh…

wearing nothing?

Tang Dao looked back and looked at Osborn with strange eyes. At this time, he also realized that his face flushed red with anger, and he forced an explanation, "Hey! You did it yourself, not me."

"You raped him?" Tang Dao clasped his hands.

"I didn't!" the British guy growled loudly, his chest breathing fast and heaving, "If he chases after me naked, as long as I turn around, I will **** him."

This remark made Witt almost want to **** him again, and Radu couldn't hold back.

"Boom boom boom."

There was a very rude slam on the door, and the wall that shook the wall was completely peeled off. Tang Dao rubbed his aching temple, and went to open the door, "Fake! Bastard, what are you doing? Huh? Is it you?"

"Gould?" Tang Dao was also slightly surprised.

"Do you live here too?" Gould poked his head in, seeing Osborne and Witt curled up, his mind full of question marks, "Where are they?"

"The early morning in Namibia always makes people manic. The young guy has nowhere to vent, so he can only have a free fight." Tang Dao spread his hands and said with a serious face. Gould was taken aback, and then made a gesture to express OK, "I like this way very much, but they'd better be quiet, after all, we're not the only ones here."

"Damn it! Whoever is yelling at this time, greet your mother for me." There were dissatisfied cursing and the sound of closing the door from the corridor.

Gould smiled helplessly, "That Mexican guy is always so irritable." After pursing his lips into a smile, he was about to leave.

"Wait a mininute."

Tang Dao looked at the place full of doubts, "Do you want to start a business?"

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"Good morning, Cornelia."

"Good morning, Mr. Nicholas, what would you like to order?" The little girl standing behind the counter said with a smile, her eyes full of crescent moons.

Tang Dao leaned halfway against the counter, looked back at Gould who had already found a seat, and stretched out two fingers, "Give me two servings of pasta and two servings of soup."

"Okay, $60."

Cornelia wrote it down with her own logo very familiarly, and said in a childish voice.

"Hurry up, you know, I'm starving to death." Tang Dao patted her head and thanked her, then walked across to Gould, pulled out the chair and sat down, putting both hands on the table , crossed each other, and the fingers were shaking nimbly.

Holding a glass of water, Gould was also observing him, wondering what business could be done between the two parties?

"I have a proposal, you can think about it carefully, I think we can cooperate for a long time, I will meet all your reasonable requirements, and I can give you a 40% discount, and provide you with no less than 200 yuan per month A base number of ammunition, UU Reading And you dog-headed mercenary group only needs to do one thing, tell others that I am the supplier who provides you with all the equipment, as long as you write a few words on your clothes, you will be fine. How about enjoying this kind of treatment?"

Tang Dao understands his shortcomings. He is not a big arms dealer. He is more like a second-level dealer. To put it nicely, he is called a mobile arms dealer. He has no connections and no resources. He is sitting in a hotel with those who drink Louis XIII's bosses are incomparable, so he earns some hard money.

And the dog-headed mercenary group is quite famous here in Belial, and they can take advantage of their reputation.

Gould was taken aback, but obviously interested, he sat upright, "You said yes, let us advertise for you and act as your spokesperson?"

"Strictly speaking, it is an image spokesperson, and it is only in Namibia."

The price offered by Tang Dao still impresses Gould. The bullets with a base of 200, that is, 40,000 rounds of bullets. agreed, "Yes, I accept this proposal, but I hope to give us some help now."

"for example?"

Gould looked outside, Tang Dao followed, and saw the other party staring at the BTR-40, the meaning was self-evident.

"I can give it to you, but I have a request." This has been blown up into such an iron bastard, and Tang Dao doesn't mind giving it away. He doesn't want to sell this thing, it's embarrassing.

"Please tell me." When Gould heard this, joy flashed in his eyes.

"I still have a BTR-40 in my hand. As long as you help me find a buyer who is willing to buy it, I can give you this one. Of course, the price is not cheap."

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