Time, go to the penultimate day of the doomsday world.
In Uncle Black's territory, in a port area on the edge of the Red Sea, there was a warehouse guarded by many soldiers holding AJs in their hands.
Uncle Black Isaiah is the middleman Jason is looking for.
He warmly introduced the fake foreigner Jason:
"Dear Mr. Jason, my best friend, these things were brought to the warehouse last night; I didn't expect you to show up just as I was about to notify you; why don't you hurry up and take inventory and see what's inside?
Is there any mistake?"
The thing in Isaiah's mouth was, of course, the batch of weapons tentatively purchased by the Central Continent team wearing vests.
Frankly speaking, there are a total of 500 Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, 100 Type 56 submachine guns, plus 50 RPG rocket launchers.
The amount of such a sum is really not that much, and the help it will provide to the tribes in Central Continent in the apocalyptic world is actually not that great.
But they represent a stable and large purchasing channel for the Central Continent team in the future, so they have a particularly important objection.
After thinking about this, Jason's heart suddenly became hot.
I can't wait to walk into the warehouse right away and take a good look at the quality of this batch of equipment.
It's just that at such a critical moment, the black uncle Isaiah said so nicely, but actually had no intention of opening the door.
Instead, he asked in his mouth while sliding his thumb and index finger:
"Dear Mr. Jason, I wonder if you agreed to those mantissas? You must know that your best friend, Isaiah, spent a lot of experience on these things.
If it weren't for the digits in those promises, I would be in trouble today."
After hearing this, Jason was speechless and took out two fixed-amount checks of ten thousand dollars from his suit pocket and delivered them to the other party's hands.
After carefully verifying the various anti-counterfeiting marks on the check.
Isaiah, the black uncle, quickly opened the door, put a crowbar into Jason's hand, and said, "Please! You can go see your little cuties."
Later, when Jason used a crowbar to pry open a box.
Immediately you can see five 56 semi-automatic rifles wrapped in oil paper.
Jason picked up a 56 and a half, and after tearing off the outer layer of oil paper, he found that these weapons were produced in the last century and were wrapped in a large amount of butter.
But Jason knew very well that he only had to throw these things into the cauldron and boil them once.
After wiping away the remaining butter, these murderous weapons that were carefully crafted back then can once again play a huge role in the doomsday world.
At this time, Isaiah, who was probably already thinking about the next check, said again: "Mr. Jason, I don't know when you will need my help again. I am available at any time."
Jason: "..."
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"What? Do you want to buy some weapons from home next time? Let the grandson named Yi wait for a day or two.
After we come back from this trip, we will know what we need to buy based on the actual situation there."
After saying this, Hu Biao hung up the call with Jason.
Just now, Hu Biao received a call from a fake foreign devil, saying that the batch of equipment they ordered had finally arrived.
Then, he shook his head because of how greedy the black uncle was.
In the following time, Hu Biao greeted Lang Qing, and the two drove out in a pickup truck.
Speaking of which! Ever since I came back from Hong Kong City last time.
Hu Biao didn't even ask for the previous rent deposit, so he took Lang Qing to Wancheng, next door to Shencheng, and settled down in Humen Town, which has the largest foreign population.
In such a permanent population, it can reach 838,000 people every day, which is larger than the total population of many counties and towns.
These two guys seemed to be driving pickup trucks and advertised as running a small business. No one seemed to care at all.
No one has delved into whether the above propaganda is true.
What's remarkable is that the landlord who has been wearing slippers for a long time, but has several houses to collect rent, is a little surprised by the muscles of these two young people who are said to like fitness.
When Hu Biao started his pickup truck and drove towards Shenzhen City, he was not moving.
In fact, they wanted to send out the contents of the two large wooden boxes in the back of the car.
In those two boxes, in addition to the sheep head, there were a total of 107 copies of "Yongle Dadian" and two personal computers of unknown model, produced around 50 years ago, and with unknown performance.
Three Gauss rifles and two plasma rifles that had long been out of service were found from the excrement of infected people.
In addition, there are a lot of copied instructions for exoskeleton armor, firearms, and computers.
By the way! Because the contents of these instructions are too sensitive, I can't take them out and ask someone to help me copy them. I can only buy a copy machine and copy them page by page myself.
For such a thing, Lang Qing worked hard for almost two days to get it done.
The main reason is that Hu Biao bought a copy machine of unknown quality in order to get cheap money, but it kept getting paper jams, which made Lang Qing very depressed.
In this way, after driving for more than an hour, the two finally found a courier point with fewer people in a certain area of Shenzhen City.
When the young lady who received the goods looked at the various weird things inside, she professionally asked: "Pretty boy, what are those things in there? We can't send contraband."
"They are all models. Look at the real guns that look like this."
Hu Biao, who was wearing a big mask, was full of lies.
After taking another look at the tattered things in the box, the courier lady nodded in agreement; then with the help of Hu Biao and others, she started packing and issuing orders.
I simply don’t realize what the above things represent and how valuable they are.
The next day! At around seven o'clock in the evening, Hu Biao and Lang Qing, after having a hearty meal at a food stall, returned to a rented warehouse and began to prepare for their upcoming crossing.
In such a warehouse of thousands of square meters, the carriages of two large trucks are already packed to the brim.
Among them, they are mainly camouflage clothing, denim clothing, thick jackets and other types; they are basically the last-stock products swept away by various factories here in Humen.
These things may have been stored in the warehouse for many years, but their value is so low that they are even cheaper than the inventory bought in the PLA warehouse.
After all, a camouflage uniform costs 20 yuan, and a military green cotton coat costs one or two hundred.
However, these tail goods, which are basically no one cares about, are usually sold in sacks. The final destination is usually Uncle Black's mainland, and the price can be as low as you imagine.
This is also the biggest reason why Hu Biao established his new warehouse in Humen.
According to what Xiling and others said last time, the weather in the apocalyptic world has gradually become colder. Who knows how cold it will be this time.
Some clothes that may not look good, but can keep warm, became Hu Biao's final choice.
The above-mentioned tail goods total an astonishing quantity of 270 tons; on average, the natives of the Central Continent tribes can get several pieces.
But Hu Biao will soon know that 270 tons of clothes are still not enough.