MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 38 ：Shoutford dollars!！

Although Robert doesn't talk much, he has strong executive ability.

He contacted Southwest Airlines in the United States and leased a Boeing 757-200 from it. This freighter, which first flew in 1982, should be one of the most advanced models at present, with a take-off weight ranging from 220,000 pounds (99,800 kilograms) , and the maximum take-off weight can reach 255,500 pounds (115,900 kilograms), which is about 115.9 tons!

The price of this kind of large aircraft is not cheap. It is charged at 6,000 US dollars per hour. If there is adjustment time and waiting time, it will also be included. If you fly to Germany and then go to Ukraine, this trip will cost at least close to 300,000 US dollars. .

NMB!

When he heard the price, Tang Dao, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help cursing in a low voice, but he raised his head in the next second and nodded, "Okay, the time is three days later."

"Well, this is what I discussed with him." Robert nodded, and suddenly opened his mouth. This action happened to be seen by Tang Dao. He smiled and raised his head slightly, "What do you want to say?"

"Boss, do we want to bring some guys?"

Tang Dao tapped his knee rhythmically with his fingers, "I don't want to cause trouble, don't take it to Germany, over there in Ukraine, Osborn and the others will solve it."

He was going to grab the goods!

It is inevitable to encounter intimidation from other arms dealers and even some vested interest groups.

The cake is just that big, it's not something that can be explained in a few words.

After that, Tang Dao was ready for a fight.

But he is really honest in his heart. As long as you don’t use the regular army to encircle and suppress, he has retired elite soldiers from the Delta Force in the team, as well as a tacit understanding in the team to protect Italian politicians. He has the trump card of the "Red Devil" paratrooper regiment, and these are the reasons why he is calm now.

Robert nodded, "Then I'll do the preparations."

"Go ahead, distribute the bag of money brought by the Swiss bank yesterday to those Italians." Tang Dao pointed to the door and opened the black suitcase on the small shelf, which contained two hundred thousand dollars. He looked surprised Robert, "Just give a half-year bonus in advance."

After Robert left the room, his brain was still blank. He looked at the box in his hand, felt the weight, and muttered to himself, "What a happy Italian."

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Kyiv!

Since the August 19th Incident, local stocks have almost collapsed, prices have soared, and various industries have received almost halved penalties. In this case, the law and order on the street is not ideal, and the police cannot pay wages. Who wants to work? , The footsteps of pedestrians on the street are also very fast, and everyone can feel the oppressive atmosphere in the air.

squeak…

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and heavy rain and cold wind blew in from outside. The homeless man who was sleeping on the corner table shivered from the cold, raised his head, and was about to curse, but seeing the other person's size, he closed it resentfully. He shut his mouth, bowed his head and said nothing.

The person who came in put the umbrella behind the door, shook his windbreaker, walked to the counter, knocked on the table, and the bartender sitting behind who was dozing off was shocked, raised his head, and asked casually, "What would you like to drink?"

"Is Ivan Andreevich there?"

The bartender lost his drowsiness immediately, frowned, looked up and down at the white man in front of him, "What do you want him for?"

"We made an appointment on the phone. My name is John Kansberg."

"Come with me." He opened the curtain behind him and hooked his fingers towards John.

Behind this is a Japanese-style sliding door. The bartender knocked on the door, and a Russian voice came from inside. When he opened the door, John standing behind saw two Slavs sitting inside, both of strong build.

"American?" One of the men in white casual clothes frowned when he saw John, and looked at his companions in confusion, who obviously knew about it, stood up and stretched out his hand, "Welcome, Mr. John. "

"Mr. Andreevich?"

"You can just call me Ivan." With the corner of his mouth raised, he warmly greeted John to sit down, poured him a glass of wine, pointed to the man in casual clothes and introduced, "Vladimir Devi J. Korolev, colonel commander of the 24th Berkichev Iron Army Mechanized Brigade."

Vladimir?

This name is not bad. If it is translated in Chinese, it means "ruling the world" or "guarding the world". As the same name as the revolutionary leader Lenin, Vladimir is a very common male name in Russia. It is similar to the English name Same name as John, Tom, Peter, etc.

But people with the same name are the mainstream in the Soviet Union, and the wildness in their bones is fully reflected in their names.

The most important thing is his identity. How could it be possible for such a young leader with no background in his family?

You must know that the 24th Berkichev Iron Army Mechanized Brigade was named after King Daniel I of Galicia,

The brigade is the earliest surviving unit of the Soviet Union in Ukraine. Its original name was the 1st Simbirsk Infantry Division established during the Russian Civil War in 1918. It was later transformed into the 24th Infantry Division. It participated in the Winter War and broke through Manchester. It has made great achievements on the Naheim defense line, and it has participated in almost all wars, Ukraine's ace force!

"Hello, sir." John could feel Vladimir's unkindness, as if a leopard rushed out of his aggressive eyes, this guy obviously didn't like the Americans, hearing his greeting, the latter snorted coldly With a sound, he looked at Andreevich very dissatisfied, and said in Russian, "You didn't tell me, you are an American idiot, I would rather throw the goods into the Pacific Ocean to fill the sea, and I would not give them to them."

Andreevich was very embarrassed, glanced at John from the corner of his eye, and tried to persuade him with good words, but this guy didn't understand, and kept cursing in Russian for nearly two minutes, and finally...

"Sir, I think you'd better change your language, because I can speak Russian." John couldn't help but start talking, and now Andrejevic and his colleague Vladimir were stunned~www.novelbuddy.com~ But that is All of a sudden, the latter stood up suddenly, pointed at him, and began to saliva, "Сукинсын! (Son of a bitch!), go back to your America and leave my country."

"Hey! Vladimir, calm down." Andreevich was afraid that the two would fight, so he quickly stopped him and persuaded him.

John frowned, still sitting, looking at the Ukrainian in high spirits, suddenly smiled, his brows loosened, he felt like he was watching a wild dog jumping up and down, "Are you going to let me go back with US dollars, sir?"

"Don't want your money!" Vladimir has a lot of backbone.

John took out a bank card from his pocket, put it on the table, and tapped the table twice with his right index finger, "Here is 40,000 U.S. dollars. Sorry, but it's not our reason, it's just that the times are weeding out those who don't agree with him."

What was said after that was almost bullshit, because neither of them listened, their eyes were fixed on the bank card.

Forty thousand dollars? !

Vladimir has not been paid by the leader for thirteen months. If it weren't for the fact that his family still had a little money, he would really starve to death when he took office again, but other soldiers were not so lucky. He knew about the basic expenses of life, and he knew it by default, and he was also a little moved.

My good friend Andrejevic approached him and said that a group of people wanted a batch of weapons, and the two hit it off and wanted some extra money.

"This is just a meeting ceremony. We still have one million living supplies on the way. I think that's enough to make Mr. Vladimir forget your motherland." John didn't hold back, his eyes straightened, " The Soviet Union is dying!"

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