You don't want to sell drugs, but you still want money. What's the difference between being a bitch and setting up a memorial arch at the same time?
You have taken all the good things!
Wang Zhen pushed Mountbatten away angrily, and when he raised his head, he found that everyone was looking at him.
Scratching his head, "You guys... forget it, let me think about it."
…
after one day……
Golden Retriever hung up the phone in his hand, stopped the car, rolled down the window, and said to a middle-aged man standing on the roadside: "Bob asked us to come."
The man came over and took a look inside the car, then waved and said, "Follow me."
It was a warehouse-like place. After walking through three iron doors in a row, you entered the basement. The basement was brightly lit with fire. Three people were standing in different directions. The shelves around him were filled with guns. Wang Zhen's eyes were a little straightened as he looked at it.
Seeing so many guns, Donkey breathed a sigh of relief and said happily: "Finally, I don't have to use the damn AK anymore."
"Man, are there any M16 or M4 series rifles?" Golden Retriever glanced at the shelves.
"There are only two M4A2s and one HK416, if you need it." The man found a box and opened it and said: "This is Malay, and the locals can't digest much. They are all sold to Midian and Lannatai, so the best-selling ones are
It is always a Russian product.”
Jin Mao leaned over and picked up an M4, removed the magazine and checked it, and then checked the barrel. From these two points alone, it looked like it was well maintained, and it was 80% new, but the HK416 was brand new.
"How much?"
"The M4 is US$4,000, HK416, US$6,500."
"How much?" Jin Mao looked shocked, "The market price of M4 is only US$1,200!"
The middle-aged man sneered and said matter-of-factly: "You also said it's the market price. Why should we take such a big risk to do this if it doesn't make money?"
Smuggling arms, selling them illegally, and charging a high price really left the Golden Retrievers speechless.
Donkey looked at the Russian guns on the shelf again, and suddenly felt that the Russian guns were also pretty good, cheap, durable, and very practical!
"The head is only used once, and you can't take it with you. There is no need to pursue so much." The donkey walked to Golden Retriever and whispered.
Wang Zhen glanced at the donkey. Have Americans also felt the charm of real fragrance?
"How much do AKM and AK74 cost?" Golden Retriever asked with a slight cough.
"1800, give me 100 rounds of ammunition and 2 magazines."
"2 AKMs, 2 AK74s, 1 RPD, 6 54s, a 1P29 white sight, 10 grenades, 6 sets of body armor, tactical belt, that's it." Jin Mao said.
"16,850 US dollars, I charge you 16,500, thank you."
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At 2 o'clock in the morning, the container terminal.
"Put your body armor on properly. Although it's only level three, it can at least withstand most pistol bullets on the market."
"Thank you." Wang Zhen nodded and asked Bayonet to help him put on his body armor.
"With a sound pickup headset, we can hear even the smallest voice."
Wang Zhen nodded.
"Quickly draw the holster. When you have time, you can practice more. Your speed of drawing out the gun is too slow. Practice quick reloading now, and you may be able to use it later." Bayonet muttered. "The equipment is still too slow.
It’s so rudimentary, it doesn’t have a multi-function helmet, no night vision device, not even a low-light device.”
Wang Zhen just smiled and nodded. This equipment was much better than when he was in Lannatai. The reason for such a big change was that Wang Zhen had a friendly communication with Bob again.
Facts have proved that for those who can serve as intermediaries in underground missions and rely on poor information, their channels must cover all aspects. How can they not find good arms?
It’s just that last time the arms were provided free of charge by middlemen.
It’s free, what else do you want!
After helping Wang Zhen organize his equipment, Bayonet began to work on his own.
"Attention, the target has appeared." The poet's voice sounded in the earphones, and everyone stopped talking immediately.
"Poet, can you tell which side it is?" Golden Retriever asked in a low voice.
"Wait a minute, let's take a look. They got out of the car. There are nearly 20 people and they are dispersing. More than 10 people are heading towards the surrounding container area. Are they trying to ambush the other party?" The poet lay on the top of a container and looked through the aiming
The mirror observed the low-pitched report below.
"It should be a local gang." Wang Zhen said in a low voice: "Basong's remnants are responsible for delivering goods. They must have traveled cheaply along the way, and the news is blocked. After Basong's death, the forces must have been raided and surrendered. Those who delivered goods will not receive news.
It's normal, but the local gang information is not closed. They must have received the wind. You son of a bitch, you are going to take advantage of the evil!"
After saying this, Wang Zhen noticed that the Golden Retrievers were all staring at him with their heads tilted, and he suddenly realized something, "Ahem, we are different from them. They are drug criminals, bad guys, the kind who deserve to die.
You will definitely go to hell.
"When we kill drug criminals, we are doing harm to the people. We are eradicating the cancer in this world and the garbage in mankind. Therefore, what we are carrying out is a righteous activity!"
"We are righteous and great!"
The golden retrievers all gave a thumbs up, what a mouthful!
This is the first time since everyone retired from the army that their actions are bright and full of justice.
This feels great!
Yes, this is Wang Zhen’s plan. Who said you can’t get money if you don’t sell drugs?
When they trade, kill the buyer and you will naturally make money!
Why buy it yourself and get your hands dirty?
As I just said, killing them all is also eliminating harm for the people!
"Everyone, get ready." Jin Mao whispered: "Donkey, take Wang to the 12 o'clock direction."
"Shovel, go to the 3 o'clock direction, control the transaction site, and protect our money!"
"You go to 9 o'clock for the bayonet."
"I'm going to 6 o'clock."
"Use the shovel as the core of firepower, and try to eliminate the opponent's strength as much as possible in the first wave." Jin Mao said the last words while looking at Wang Zhen, who was the only rookie here.
Jin Mao waved his hand, and everyone immediately took action. Wang Zhen turned around and followed the donkey.
The local gang obviously arrived earlier on purpose. Wang Zhen and others made a large circle, but Basong's remnants hadn't come yet.
After waiting for another ten minutes, two cars with no lights on came into the poet's sight.
When the car arrived at the warehouse, it didn't drive directly. The car lights flashed rhythmically a few times. The local gang also cooperated with the signal, and Basong's people drove the car over.
They were far away, and the poet didn't know what the other party was talking about. He just waited silently. After about two minutes, both parties took out things from the trunk. This was a transaction, and the poet reported it.
"Shovel, 3, 2, 1, hit!" Golden Retriever ordered.
The shovel was the first to attack. The RPD in his hand breathed out flames and fired continuously in long bursts. The sound of clicking, clicking and clicking made the six people in the center of the transaction fall down.
As soon as the gunshots were fired, a group of drug criminals immediately began to shrink their heads. At the same time, the donkeys, golden retrievers, and bayonets also began to move.
The first target of these people was not the transaction site, but the local gang members who had arrived early and dispersed!