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A base in Africa.

"The M4A1 carbine is a carbine developed by the American Colt Company. It is a standard American-style gun with a 5.56 mm caliber bullet. , can meet all the needs of you and your subordinates."

A man with back hair and a black woolen coat held an empty gun with no bullets, and introduced the function of the rifle in his hand to a strong black man with a bald head in front of him.

"Not satisfied?" Seeing the expressionless expression of the bald black man, the middle-aged man hesitated for a second, immediately put down the carbine in his hand, and picked up another rifle in the box: "I don't think I need to introduce too much about this gun. Yes, but as a professional, I still have to tell you something."

"The AK-47 automatic rifle is easy to load, has good serviceability, is solid and durable, and has a low failure rate. Whether it is under high temperature or low temperature conditions, its shooting performance is perfect. There are more than 300 million A4s in circulation around the world. Trust me with this gun, you will have everything you want."

The man has a good mouth, a very common A4, he praised it as a hype, the bald black man sitting opposite, communicated with a few companions around him, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's it, we Three hundred are needed!"

The man smiled: "One thousand dollars each, and we will give you an extra hundred bullets for each gun."

"No problem, when can you deliver it?" asked the bald black man.

"anytime."

"Anytime? What if we need it now?"

"Now? Of course it's okay." The man said to his brother behind him: "Victor, let our customers see our efficiency."

"Okay." Victor smiled at the corner of his mouth, and quickly ran to a truck parked behind. A few minutes later, he drove the car over.

"Sir, please come here and see if there are the 300 AKs you need."

The bald black man walked to the trunk with his men. When the rear door opened, dozens of wooden boxes were neatly placed inside. One of the men quickly moved forward to remove a wooden box and pried it open. Look? Under the sunlight? The AK-47 they chose is impressively placed inside.

The bald black man picked up the weapon and fiddled with it to confirm that it was a good gun? Did he take a box of US dollars from his hand? He looked at the man and said, "Olof, you really have a set."

Received the cash box? Yuri Orlov didn't check if there were any banknotes inside. Instead, he took out a pair of sunglasses from his coat pocket and put them on his face. He said coolly: "Mr. You can contact me directly for any weapons, and we will deliver them as soon as possible, because we are the most powerful arms kings in the world!"

Wait for the bald black man to let his men move all the goods down? Yuri Olov took his brother Victor to say goodbye to him? He got on the truck and left here.

"Yuri, you almost scared me to death just now." Vidok looked in the side-view mirror and confirmed that no one was following him, then patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yuri Olov glanced at his brother? "You are too timid. You have been working with me for almost a year, why are you still like this?"

"It's different! They're scary..."

"Enough Victor! Did I say that? We only sell arms, no matter who the customer is? You have to get used to how to deal with it.

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Yuri Olov's face was very unhappy. He didn't care who the arms were sold to? What would they be used for after they were sold? As long as they could make money? Even if God needed him, he would sell them.

"I'm just... Falk, why are there two cars coming from behind." Victor looked at the two cars following him in horror.

Yuri Olov looked in the rearview mirror, and there were indeed two convertible trucks coming, and he frowned and said, "Maybe they are just passing by."

"Are you sure you're just passing by? This place is the lair of those people, how could a stranger pass by!"

From this road, except for those people, Victor didn't see a car coming.

Yuri Olov frowned slightly, and he hesitated: "Could it be that they left something behind?"

"Da da da..." While he was thinking this way, the bullets shot from the truck behind him interrupted Yuri's fantasy.

Those guys really didn't keep their promises, and they came directly to blackmail.

...

half an hour later.

Yuri Olov hid in a cave out of breath. After waiting for a full 20 minutes, he carefully got out of the cave and glanced at the car that disappeared outside. It seemed that only his brother Vic was left on the ground. many.

After confirming that the enemy had left, he ran over quickly and looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood. Yuri's eyes were rosy, and he covered his mouth and began to sob silently.

He never thought that this time, with a deal of only three hundred thousand dollars, his own brother Victor would die before his eyes.

You Rui felt very regretful in his heart, regretting how he came to do business with these guys for this little money.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, picked up his brother's body, his eyes were red: "It's okay, Victor, I'll take you home, don't worry, I will avenge you."

Yuri is a Jew, and like Asians, they are a nation with a strong family concept. Seeing his younger brother being killed by those terrorists in order to protect himself, his heart is more angry than grief.

"Jingle Bell……"

Suddenly Yuri's cell phone rang. He didn't want to answer it at first, but the continuous ringing made him very irritable. He put down his brother's body, took out his cell phone angrily and roared: "I don't care who you are! Now I'm very angry , if you don't want to scold me, you'd better hang up on me!"

Gu Ren on the other end of the phone was a little dazed in the face of You Rui's overwhelming words. He stayed for a few seconds before saying, "Are you still selling arms?"

"Sold! Of course it's sold!"

Revenge is revenge, and business still has to be done. After venting, Yuri gradually calmed down. He knew very well what his ability was, and it was nothing more than reselling arms. If he wanted revenge, he could only use the ability of others. Looking at him Among the customers, there are not many people who have the ability to eradicate these terrorists.

After chatting for a few minutes and confirming the ammunition the other party needs, Yuri said that the deal will be done in a week, then hung up the phone directly, then opened the address book and looked it up. After turning around, his vision was fixed on a string of numbers On it, there is his own special name on it - "Rambo".

The other party's burly figure comparable to Rambo's, the dangerous aura exuding from his body, and the London case he saw on the Internet later made Yuri deeply believe that this man who looked like Rambo would definitely be able to help him. One of the vengeful ones.

Although the other party has only bought weapons from him once, and he is not considered a regular customer, Yuri believes that he can impress the other party to help him. After all, he has already become a billionaire in the arms industry these years.

Thinking of this, Yuri picked up his brother's body again, and strode towards the nearest town. He needed to send his brother's body back to China quickly, and then went to Sudan to complete the deal, and then went to London, England, to find Mr. "Rambo".

In addition to "Rambo", Yuri still has several target candidates. He has to plan everything in advance and smash these damned untrustworthy bastards at once. Only in this way, he Yuri Orlov The name of the king can be more shocking.

No one can be unruly in front of the King of Arms!

nobody!

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