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Chapter 43: Arms Trading [Please vote for me, please recommend me, please read more]

 43, arms trade

On the planet Tatooine, in a desert on the outskirts of the northwest area of ​​Mos Eisley.

"We've almost figured it out." Yuri Orlov skillfully fiddled with the Type 21 assault rifle in his hand, his sunglasses reflecting the fierce sunlight of the Tatooine desert, and a cigarette in his mouth, "In the bar

That group of Bossans was with Broderick Gravel, and yesterday he was looking for people to buy big guns everywhere, but no one sold them to him."

"Yes, he must be being squeezed out by the people here." Vitaly Orlov was also wearing sunglasses and holding a bottle of green refreshing drink in his hand. "Don't you worry about selling the weapons to him?

His enemies also came to find you?"

"If his enemies come to me, I will just talk to them about the price of this M-427 general-purpose machine gun." Yuri took a puff of cigarette, kicked the T-850 behind him, and held a

It is a machine gun with a caliber of 12.7mm but a very compact and lightweight structure.

"I don't think they will talk to you about this." Vitali shook his head.

"Vitaly, Vitali...this is your problem." Yuri held a cigarette between two fingers and shook it. "Have you ever seen anyone who would only sell weapons to one party? Of course, but

Such people have already gone to hell. If you only sell to one party, the people from the other party will have enough reasons to kill you, but if you sell to both parties...haha..."

"That means both sides have enough reasons to kill you." Vitali shot back.

Yuri Orlov's hand shook, and the cigarette fell down and landed on his pants. He hurriedly shook the cigarette off, but a small hole was still burned in his trouser leg.

"Fuck you Vitaly! Bring that man here now! Immediately, immediately, now!" Yuri cursed, stepped forward and snatched the drink from Vitali's hand, and drank it himself.

A big mouthful.

"I? Alone? Going to find that Bosa man?" Vitali was shocked, "You know it took me half a day to accept that these weird guys are also 'human beings'! Now let me

Negotiating business alone with those guys who look like upright poodles? Give me a T-850!"

"Are you funny? You bring a combat robot to talk business with people? Who will talk to you like this? Listen up, just like we did before, we will cooperate well - you, bring the people over, and I, bring the people over.

When I sell big guns, I get a box of bullets for every ten guns, a 10% discount for old customers, and I can even treat them to a glass of this blue glowing drink, and that’s it.”

"Don't even think about it! Fuck you, Yuri! You're pushing me into the fire pit!"

Yuri sighed, walked over and hugged Vitali's shoulders, putting the few drinks left in his hand back into his hand, "Listen to me Vitali, what we want when we board this mothership is

To start a new life, the administrators also gave us this opportunity. And now, listen, the war is sweeping the entire galaxy! How many fucking people are there in this galaxy? Even if one percent of the people are equipped with our weapons, this will

What’s the result? You’ll find out that everything before was all fucking bullshit!”

"I know what you mean, but..."

"If we don't move forward, we will never know the outcome, what do you think, my brother. Brother in arms..."

"Brother in arms..." Vitali punched Yuri lightly on the shoulder, "Okay, okay, I'll try. But you have to come to save me at any time!"

"no problem."

Vitaly drank down the drink in his hand and plucked up the courage to walk towards the chaotic shanty town. A group of Bossans were drinking and swearing loudly in Bossa under a shabby tent.

Everyone kept a respectful distance from him, for fear of getting into trouble and being caught by this group of desperadoes to vent their anger.

Vitali walked over carefully, pretending to be harmless, rubbed his hands and said in unskilled Galactic Standard: "Well, gun! Big gun! I have it!"

"Fuck me! You useless pink-skinned monkey! If you delay for one second, I will twist off your head and stuff it into Bansa's ass!" A Bothan man with a scar on his face showed a ferocious expression.

Vitali felt like crying now, but he still had to bite the bullet and continued: "I have a gun, but you can't buy it except for me!"

"Are you here to fucking entertain me?" The leader, Scar, drew out his bright scimitar and approached Vitali with a swipe. Although the Bothans were shorter than humans, this group of people was obviously a long-term

The blood licked from the edge of the knife was very scary.

Vitali stepped back step by step and continued: "I am a gun seller, kill me, and those guns will shoot you!"

"Do you really have a gun?" Scar said, staring at Vitali.

"Have guns! Lots of guns! As long as you have money."

"where?"

"It's in the suburbs, not far away. Come with me."

Scar grabbed Vitali by the collar, put the sharp scimitar against his waist, and said fiercely: "Lead the way!"

Behind a rock in the Gobi desert on the outskirts of Mos Eisley, Yuri Orlov held a telescope and saw Vitali walking towards him with a knife at the head of the Bossans, and said to himself: "Well done.

Good brother, you! Follow me! You, and you, bring a sniper rifle and ambush on both sides!"

The three T-850s nodded and immediately followed suit.



The group of Bothans escorted Vitali over, and they saw Yuri Orlov, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes and wearing sunglasses, sitting on more than a dozen ammunition boxes, with a row of Type 21 assault rifles placed next to him.

Taiwan T-850 is standing behind him.

"It seems that business is here, haha. Welcome, my name is Yuri Orlov, an ordinary businessman." Yuri did not stand up, holding a cigarette in his mouth and laughing with open hands. His eyes were wide open.

In the end, he didn't even take a glance at Vitali.

"These are your guns?" Scar the Bosaman pushed Vitali.

"That's right. I heard that you want guns, and I happen to have a batch in my hand. If you can afford the money, then we can talk." Yuri Orlov threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, "That has nothing to do with it.

Drive away the important guy and let’s have a good talk.”

Scar twisted Vitali in front of him and gently scratched him with his machete, "So this guy is just an insignificant role? Then you don't mind if I kill him, right?"

Yuri smiled slightly, "Of course I mind. He sent a message for me and took my money. Now if he dies because of it, it would be very unlucky for me. Because I am a businessman, and I naturally don't want it."

You died after making a deal with me, right? So, if you kill him, I will feel that there is nothing to do in this business."

"Then how about I kill you too?" Scar pointed the machete at Yuri.


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