Chapter 108 Do you want a tank?

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 108 Do you want a tank?

"The leader is injured, come and rendezvous."

This is what the code word translates to.

"how should I do?"

The chief singer gritted her teeth and asked in the same code.

"Go to the hunter website and post the reward, and I authorize you to use all the society's funds. You know what to do, sister Akina Sakai."

Chu Zihang told Akina Sakai the account and password of the club’s funds in code words.

Under Kaguya's surveillance, it is not safe for them to log into the hunter website.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The chief singer looked at the number written on the palm of her hand. Now 300 million US dollars and the survival of the society were in her hands.

Akina Sakai looked up at the emperor who was staring at her and clenched her fists.

In the Lusk region in eastern Blackland, Yemarko is hiding in a corner of the arms depot and surfing the Internet.

He is a mixed race, but his level is very low, and he cannot even awaken the Word Spirit and Golden Eyes.

The other advantages of the mixed race were not reflected in him. With his father's help and request, he joined the army and became a warehouse clerk.

At first, Yemarko thought it was pretty good. The job of a warehouse keeper was easy and there was no need for training.

But he soon discovered that his salary was too low, not even enough to help poor women once a week.

For his own charity, Yemarko began to learn from other warehouse managers and resell arms.

Perennial economic downturn has led to the Blackland government repeatedly reducing the benefits of soldiers. Not only has it gradually lowered the minimum salary, but even soldiers who are killed in action do not receive much pension.

Some less important troops did not even receive a penny of salary for two months, which seriously shook the morale of the military.

In order to vent their inner dissatisfaction, some soldiers directly blew up the arsenal.

Another soldier chose to smuggle arms to earn wages for himself.

This is almost an open secret in Heklan. Thanks to his father's relationship and being a decent person, Yemarko's business is doing pretty well.

He is very cautious and has always only looked for opportunities on hunter websites, doing high-quality business in small quantities and in large quantities.

And today, Yemarko is digging for gold on the website again.

Soon, a reward post caught his attention.

"Buy heavyweight arms in large quantities, and those with strength will come."

Good guy, isn’t this who you are talking about?

Yemarko confidently opened a personal homepage for posting posts. The creation time was quite short, but he posted tasks quite frequently.

It has released three missions in just a few months, so it is considered very active among hunters.

Smuggling arms, smuggling arms, applying for fake documents.

Good guy, this is not a group of transnational robbers.

But robbers don't matter, there are many more outrageous clients among his clients.

Feeling that there was no problem, Yemarko sent a message to the other party.

"I am a senior arms tycoon, what do you need?"

Yemarko said.

He gave himself a resounding name without any guilt.

"What do you have?"

The other party quickly sent a message.

Ye Marko curled his lips. This newcomer had some business. Normally, he would submit the request directly when he was ready.

If they don't have it here, we'll see if we can replace it or get it from other places based on the situation.

If it had been before, Yemarko might not have continued the conversation.

After all, selling to new people is the easiest place to go wrong.

But in the past two years, the world economy has been in recession, and there are fewer and fewer capable customers. He can no longer be picky.

"AK-74, AKS-74U, Fort-221, Zbroyar Z-10, these are all available."

Yemarko did not elaborate. Customers who don’t even understand these gun types should forget it.

Soon, the other party sent a message again.

"not good enough."

Not good enough? These are the main weapons of the Blackland special forces.

If wages hadn't dropped significantly recently, he wouldn't have dared to make such a promise.

What background does the other party have that you can’t even look down on?

"Then what do you need?"

Yemarko asked angrily.

If the other party dares to send some weapon models that are inferior to these, he will mock the other party crazily and then block him.

"I need something more powerful."

The other party replied.

"I have a tank. Do you want one for three million dollars?"

Yemarko asked slightly sarcastically.

"I'll take it if you can ship it over, and the freight can be added."

The other party replied immediately.

I really want it!

He has a big mouth, three million dollars, and the money he has earned after doing this for so long is not that much.

"Do you want the precision guided strike rocket launcher?"

Yemarko sent the message tremblingly.

"Yes. I need all weapons that are powerful enough, as long as you can transport them to the destination within 24 hours. The upper limit is US$300 million."

$300 million?

$300 million!

Yemarko seems to think that poor girls all over Blackland are begging for donations from him, and his charity can even reach the entire Europe!

"Please wait a moment, sir, I need to contact my superior."

Faced with a $300 million order, the rude Eastern European woman immediately became polite.

Closing the computer screen, he immediately called his boss.

Selling arms has always been a smooth process. If you work alone, you will be blackmailed long ago.

Mihailo, the ordnance director of Lusk State, was lying on a bear skin and fast asleep, and all kinds of drinks made his whole body sticky.

Yesterday he had a night of imparking, and the alcohol and women almost drained him dry.

If nothing else happens, Mihailo will sleep like this for a whole day and then drive the next one.

If anyone dared to disturb him at this time, Mihailo would definitely let that person and a certain gun barrel be scrapped.

The extremely loud ringtone of his mobile phone rang, and he impatiently tried to turn it off, but found that it was too far away to reach.

When Mihailo found a thong and mobile phone from the gap in the sofa, he was still awake from the wine, but his sleepiness was almost gone.

The pain of a hangover made his brain hurt as if it was being chewed by a bear, which made him very irritable.

"Second Lieutenant Yemarko, if you can't give me a strong enough reason, even if your father pleads for mercy, I will throw you into the Donets River."

Mihailo said fiercely.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir Mihailo. I have received a large order and cannot decide on my own."

Yemarko said carefully.

"If it's a small deal under $100,000, I'll still give you a good beating."

Mihailo's anger decreased a little, but only a little.

"No, much more than that, sir."

Yemarko said.
To be continued...