MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 13 : The poor have their own misfortunes

The An-12 has a length of nearly 30 meters and a height of more than 10 meters, which can completely swallow heavy trucks. As for the other transport vehicles, they belong to the 2nd Division, and the tires have to be sent back by someone.

Sitting in the cabin, Tang Dao shook his legs and looked through the circular window. Tire and others were standing below, waving at him.

"Are you nervous? Mr. Nicholas." Ambrose came out of the cab, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. There was no sign on it, only a skull. He shook it, "Have a drink, wine It can completely eliminate timidity."

He bit open the cork with his teeth, he didn't know where he got the cup, filled it half full, and stuffed it.

"Aren't you going to the cockpit later?" Tang Dao asked casually, Ambrose didn't care, touched the wine glass, raised his head and finished his work, his face flushed immediately, "Drink some wine, It's more exciting to fly."

Drunk...drunk driving? !

Tang Dao's heart trembled, and Robert, who was sitting in the corner, also stared wide-eyed.

Is it true that the Soviets drank and flew planes?

"Look at scaring you, hahaha, I'm joking." Ambrose felt amused seeing that they believed it.

Tang Dao let out a long sigh of relief, and took a small sip. The taste was a bit astringent. Just as he was about to speak, the "young fox" under his seat began to roar, and he felt a sense of suspension under his feet. Tang Dao was startled and grabbed Robert's thigh with his right hand. , the latter bared his teeth in pain.

He closed his eyes, his face was a little pale, and he gritted his teeth hard, looking hideous.

After waiting for a few minutes, he obviously felt that his buttocks were much more stable, and Tang Dao's breathing was also much more stable.

"Are you afraid of heights?" came Ambrose's surprised voice, clearly not convinced, he clicked his tongue twice, "It's rare to see an arms dealer with fear of heights."

"It's just my legs...the legs are sore." Tang Dao gritted his mouth and dried the skull in his hand. Finally, his face slowly returned to color. Ambrose was obviously very interested in him, and he waved his hand at Robert, signaling Squeeze to the side, sit next to Tang Dao, and refill his empty cup, "I'm curious, the tire will help you, this man is so cruel that he even watched his son being killed..."

Tang Dao raised his head and looked at Ambrose, frowned, slowly retracted his gaze, and tapped the body of the cup with his finger, "Nothing is impossible, I can only bring him benefits, 55% of this batch is his."

The corner of Ambrose's mouth twitched when he heard this.

He's also a little surprised that the tire was cut so hard, but it seems like that's what the **** did.

Nothing can tempt him more than profit.

55%?

This is also close to millions of dollars.

There was a flash of greed in Ambrose's eyes, but he cut off the idea in an instant. There were only four crew members including himself, two were flying the plane, and one was in the cockpit. There are five people on the side of the knife, and the man with a beard and a lion king is performing a dagger swing for two white men!

The dagger moved flexibly between the fingers.

This is a master with a knife.

Ambrose would rather not think about things that he is not sure about.

However, when he knew that the tires accounted for the majority of the goods, he felt very tired. He looked at the glass in his right hand and threw it aside with a black face. It shattered with a thunderclap. He picked up the bottle and began to pour it into his mouth. .

This wine is a bit strong...

After a bottle of dryness, Ambrose himself poured himself out, opened his mouth, half-opened his eyes, and was drunk.

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Namibia is located in southwestern Africa, bordering Angola and Zambia to the north, Botswana to the east, and South Africa to the south. It is an important strategic location, but because of the long-term colonial rule, the manufacturing industry here is very low, and it all depends on the so-called humanitarian support, but it seems like a joke.

Grutfontein Airport is located in the capital of the Ojozonjupa District of the Republic of Namibia.

It is a military-civilian airport and the largest airport in Namibia. The airport has two runways, the largest of which is for civilian use and is 3,560 meters long. It is also a large airport in Southwest Africa.

Under the command of the ground tower, the An-12 landed slowly and docked smoothly on the apron.

"Damn it, I finally landed on the ground, in the sky, when I go to the bathroom, I'm afraid that the people below will be covered in shit!"

Standing on the ground, Osborne couldn't help stretching his waist, turned his head, his muscles were stretching, he was carrying an AKM, and there were a few magazines in his pocket, and he glanced at Robert next to him, Pat him on the shoulder, "Hey, buddy, don't be nervous, take it easy, how can there be so many attacks in this place?"

As soon as the words fell, a huge explosion sounded suddenly in the distant city. The ground shook and the mountain shook, and a small mushroom cloud appeared. Osborn was so shocked that he shrank his neck, stunned, and then looked at Robert in embarrassment.

"Well, don't worry, this is a minority." Robert said seriously, the blushing face of the shy British guy.

"A month ago, Namibia's largest reactionary army announced the occupation of Belialpo, an important town 30 kilometers away from Herutfontaine. The government army sent the army and the only artillery battalion to launch a counterattack. Now the two sides have a chance of winning." Ambrose. He got off the plane with a serious face, looked into the distance, raised his head and looked at the time, "We can't stay here for a long time, we will leave after filling up the gas, but I have already contacted the person in charge of the airport, he will provide you with Serve."

Tang Dao took a deep breath, the air smelled of gunpowder, his whole body was trembling, his blood was boiling, listening to the sporadic gunshots in the city, he found that he suddenly fell in love with this place, and saw several things in his eyes. Several figures jogged over, all wearing white uniforms, the leader was a black man with glasses, who casually glanced into the cabin, his eyes widened suddenly.

he sees...

Tanks and armored vehicles!

Arms dealer?

"Sir, hello, my name is Dalton, the person in charge of the airport, do you need any help?" The black man grinned, his smiling teeth glistening in the dark night. As a Namibian, he hates arms dealers, UU read www. uukanshu.com But as the person in charge of the airport, he likes these generous "vampires".

This is not the first time that arms dealers have come. Someone came from France before and spent nearly 3,000 US dollars at the airport! Including labor, aircraft maintenance, and storage of goods, all of which cost money.

Tang Dao glanced at Ambrose, who took a step back, expressing that he would not participate.

"I want two warehouses, and I need a group of people."

"How much?" Dalton asked with bright eyes.

"30 people, $1 per person per day." Tang Dao stretched out his hand and offered the price.

This is a considerable amount of income in Namibia. Although it is a middle-income country, the gap between the rich and the poor is large. The unemployment rate is as high as 51.2%, and the Gini coefficient is as high as 0.743. It is one of the countries with the largest gap between the rich and the poor in the world. The income of one-fifth of the rich accounts for 78.7% of the country's total income, and the income of the extremely poor population accounts for only one-fifth of the country's population. The income of the poor population only accounts for 1.4% of the country's income. Moreover, AIDS is rampant, which makes the life expectancy of the population here relatively low.

Rich people can live well anywhere.

People without money have their own misfortunes.

1 US dollar can definitely attract a group of strong young men.

Dalton can get some kickbacks from it, and more money will fall into his pocket. He nodded quickly, "I'll arrange it right away, gentlemen, do you need dinner? For 15 gold, you can enjoy the most unique sashimi in Namibia .” He stared expectantly.

"Get more delicious food, money is not a problem." I ate canned food on the plane, and now my mouth is so astringent. Is there sashimi in this place where the birds don't shit? Then have a good taste.

"OK!" Dalton rubbed his hands and smiled, "Sir, can I pay the bill first?"

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