Chapter 62： : Not for money, but for love!

"Hush."

Tang Dao pressed Robert's shoulder, winked, turned around and smiled apologetically at Gould and Gould in the room, "Sorry, I have something to do, please wait a moment."

Gould hurriedly stood up, indicating that he should be busy first.

Tang Dao nodded, gently closed the door, motioned for Robert to follow him, walked to an open space in the airport, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, pulled off his pants, squatted down in the corner, tilted his head, and lit He smoked a cigarette, took a puff, and felt so refreshed, squinted his eyes, and said, "Tell Medevichuk that I want all the weapons that can be sold, as long as you promise to provide me with the source of goods alone." , I will promise to send a plane’s daily necessities over every two weeks. The specific amount depends on the value of the weapons he provides. The second thing is to ask him to help me contact some soldiers who want to come overseas to seek gold. I will sign a contract with them, special talents and special subsidies, as long as he helps me find someone, I will pay him 200 dollars, and tell him, what I want is to fight, not to be used as fertilizer."

This is what Tang Dao cares most about.

Sources and people!

As long as they can cooperate together, Tang Dao will be the big head for a period of time after the disintegration of the Soviet Union in the future, and after the millennium, there are two countries that are called black holes of arms, one is the old United States, especially during the war in Afghanistan, There was a shortage of soldiers, so many gangsters were recruited in the country, and they would sell the weapons and ammunition they received! Excuse: The loss of the battlefield, which makes the United States have at least more than 50 million weapons. Although most of them are on the register, some are circulated to Mexico next door.

The other is Ukraine.

Uh... let's put it this way, every now and then there will be a big explosion in the arsenal, and then some missiles will appear on the black market in Europe for no reason, and then circulated to the Middle East.

The global village is as straightforward as that.

Take the money, and the next-door neighbor can buy everything you want.

One world, one buyer.

Similarly, employees are also very important. Since the 1990s, the PMC industry has grown rapidly. Especially around 1998, it has sprung up like mushrooms. There are more than 7,000 registered companies in Lao Maozi alone. EO, founded by Bing Barrow, was established in South Africa in 1989. He used to be the second-in-command of the 32nd Battalion Air Reconnaissance Team in South Africa and a staff member of the National Cooperation Bureau (CCB). Comrades formed the security company.

Behind it is Strategic Resources Co., Ltd. (SRC), with its capital injection, the knight in the chess (their LOGO) has begun to exert its strength. They have been seen on the Somali battlefield in 1990, and even In the current civil war in Sierra Leone, they are all helping the government army. Almost all EO employees have military service experience, and they are like snowballs getting bigger and bigger.

Tang Dao felt a thousand catties on his body.

Compared with these people who were born in Rome, he himself is still on his way to Rome.

But who can guarantee that there will be no chance?

No one can bother themselves to earn dollars.

Robert wrote down everything Tang Dao said, raised his head, and waited for him to continue.

"You tell him that he is only allowed to cooperate with me alone. This cannot be changed. Otherwise, I can find another partner."

"I'll tell him." Robert nodded.

Tang Dao pinched the cigarette **** on his heel, put out the fire, pressed it under the stone, stood up, squatted for a long time, his legs and feet were numb, and stomped on the spot, "Go and call John Che over here , I have something to give him."

Robert responded, took off the cigarette clipped to his ear, put it on the top of his mouth, and shouted for someone. After Tang Dao waited for a few minutes, he saw John running over with a gun on his back, "Boss."

"You organize people to transport the weapons and equipment in stages, and you are responsible for the safety during this period. I will tell General Aidid to send soldiers to help us." Tang Dao said as he walked with his hands behind his back, his eyes raised, and he pointed to the office , "There is also a dog-headed mercenary group upstairs, you are in charge, I have already told him."

John was not good at words, just nodded.

When he walked back to the office and opened the door, Tang Dao smiled all over his face, "I'm sorry, I have something to do. This is John Kansberg, and this is Mr. Gould."

"Good morning sir."

The two shook hands with each other.

"You just follow John for the time being, and I will explain to you about other things."

"Yes, boss." Gould changed his words quickly, and after chatting a few more words, he followed John out of the door.

With these experienced mercenaries joining, coupled with the advantages of weapons, there shouldn't be any unsightly people who dare to touch their brows.

He opened the drawer, picked up a rolled up map from inside, and spread it out. There were a lot of dense writing on it.

This is a map of the distribution of forces around Somalia. Aidid is impressively written in Mogadishu, while other names or Organizations, these are local forces.

This form cost Tang Dao 170,000 US dollars!

Purchased from a Swiss intelligence dealer.

The real price is really cheap, but Tang Dao still thinks it is a good deal. Such a piece of information will definitely allow him to take the initiative, and the businessman has to take the initiative to find a buyer.

"Beledwin City? Luke Malory?" Tang Dao scratched his finger on the map, and finally settled on one place. He was fighting three parties, and he was defeated repeatedly, which made him almost lose his last place. Stronghold, the war is coming to an anxious time.

At this time, shouldn't you be your own savior?

He is not sending weapons, but sending peace, for those poor Somali citizens.

How should it be sold at this time?

AK47... $1500?

NSV machine gun...$1.2 million?

I'm not doing it for money, it's better to earn less.

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San Francisco, U.S.

Following the flow of people at the airport, Pierce came out, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a black handbag slung over his shoulder, chewing gum, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is wearing casual clothes, like this... It's exactly the same as the beggar I saw before.

He took a deep breath, and roared loudly under the eyes of tourists looking at idiots.

He is finally back!

This is his hometown.

"Sir, what are you doing?" The security guard leaned over at this moment, looked at him with a very unkind expression, and touched the baton at his waist.

"Sorry, I just haven't been back to San Francisco for a long time, I love it here." Pierce said with a smile.

The security guard calmed down and nodded, "I love San Francisco too, but you'd better calm down, otherwise, those police officers will come to ask you to go to the prison to take a good look at the city."

Pierce smiled, patted him on the shoulder, carried the bag, hummed the Beatles' classic music "yesterday", and disappeared into the crowd waving his fists.

The security guard put his hat on with his baton, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

Pierce walked to the taxi stand, got on the bus in line, and opened the door. As soon as he got on the taxi, he was taken aback. A "mountain" was sitting on the driver's seat. Then the black man in body shape, wearing a peaked cap, wearing this carding shirt embroidered with Mickey Mouse, with a sentence embroidered on the arm: "Don't mess with me! Watchyourass! (Don't mess with me, watch your ass

He couldn't help whistling and exclaimed, "Man, you are so strong."

The black man raised his eyes, glanced at him through the mirror, and asked in a muffled voice, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the Tenderloin!"

The black man had stretched out his hand to stamp the "Passenger" card, but he paused and turned his head to ask, "Sir, can you pay the starting fare?"

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