MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 4 : Osborne's foul mouth

On Conway Street, an Audi police car was swimming slowly, and the football national derby was playing on the radio. The commentator was very excited, "Bestado, the pendulum is amazing, he passed the goalkeeper! He went in... shot! OMG, God Now, the goalposts saved Legia Warsaw, this, this doesn't go in?"

"Bang! Beep beep!"

Accompanied by the unbelievable wailing of the narrator, the police car blared its horn suddenly, which was very harsh and annoying. At least the passers-by on the street stared with an uncomfortable look, if it wasn't for the words on the other side's body: police". They can kick the car door when they go up.

"Hey, Seth, be quiet." Smith, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took off his big-brimmed hat and said to the black man driving with a frown.

"My 10 zlotys, Fak, it's gone again." Seth, who was hung with a third-level police officer, cursed, rolled up the lottery ticket in his hand, pressed the window, threw it out, and raised his fist viciously, "That **** it Bestadore, if I meet him, I will break his leg, I can score with my butt."

Smith glanced at this guy. It was only 1,200 zlotys a month, and at least 600 was spent on lottery tickets.

Sure enough, such a fool fattened up a bunch of people.

After Seth was tired of cursing, he stepped on the clutch and put his right hand into gear. Just as he was about to start, a figure rushed out from a side alley and crashed into the right hood of the car, which shocked the two of them. Dazed by Zheng Zheng, they looked at each other, took off the seat belt and got out of the car. Just as Seth was about to speak, the man grabbed his calf, snotted and cried, and pointed back to the alley, trembling, "Kill...killed!"

The two of Smith were shocked, and even pulled out a CZ75 pistol, and chased into the alley.

I saw Bosman lying on the ground at a glance.

"Call an ambulance." Smith squatted down to look at the situation, and said to Seth.

The latter quickly pulled out the pager he carried with him and asked for support from the headquarters.

Smith frowned, raised his waist, and suddenly looked up, and saw a figure flashing past. He hurried to chase after it, but it was obviously in vain, and there was nothing but garbage on the floor.

"Why? Looks a little familiar?"

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Click, click.

The door lock slot clicked twice, and the door was pushed in from the outside to the inside. Tang Dao threw his coat on the bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep sip, his eyes tense.

With all his strength, he didn't know whether Bosman was dead or not, and causing serious injury is also a felony in Poland, and the maximum may be life imprisonment. Most importantly, he was not sure whether Smith had discovered him just now.

Tang Dao doesn't want to go to jail, and he can't go to jail!

Warsaw can't stay anymore.

But where can't you stay? He frowned and said nothing, a thunderbolt flashed in his mind.

It's 1991 now...

If the situation is the most unpredictable, it must be the Soviet Maozi.

At this time, it should be terminally ill, and before long, the empire will be torn apart and full of maggots.

Of course, this is not what Tang Dao cares about. What he cares about is whether he can get the wool from Maozi. I remember that the "Times" once published an article in the previous life, which roughly counted the loss of hundreds of thousands of guns in the Soviet Union during the turmoil. Rifles, including advanced weapons and ammunition, have fattened a group of international arms dealers.

[Level 1 main task: Squeeze the wool! Obtain the source of goods from the Soviets, and sell them, rewards. Design blueprints of firearms and weapons, five special operations employees (teams), randomly draw rewards once, fail, and die! 】

[Sub-quests: Find a garrison. As an arms dealer, you need to find your own chassis, rewards, random. 】

[Sub-quests: Build a reputation. A good reputation is a must-have cash cow for businessmen. You have to make yourself famous, rewards, and a ticket for arms bidding (random country). 】

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This task suddenly suppressed Tang Dao's vacillating heart. He sighed softly. Now it seemed that he was really going to run away. He stood up on his knees and pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray made of a plastic bottle. The index finger is still stained with cigarette ash. The most troublesome thing now is that I have no money in my pocket. I only have 600 US dollars in my possessions, and there is not enough money for the train ticket.

"Do you have any channel to get money the fastest?" Tang Dao turned his head and asked Osborne and Robert.

"Getting money?" Osborne, who was lazily leaning against the wall, his eyes lit up, stood up straight, and lowered his voice, "robbing a bank is low risk and quick money. When I came back, I saw a bull shop on the road. Bank business hall, boss, do we want to do it?"

"Stop."

Tang Dao hurriedly reached out his hand and made a stop gesture, with a dark face, "Do you think we can fight against PSK? Or do you think bullets have eyes? I'm afraid we will be on the news tomorrow, Mr. Osborne."

The last two words were almost uttered through gritted teeth, obviously Tang Dao was very dissatisfied with this stupid answer.

You must know that Warsaw is stationed in the First Assault Regiment (PSK), which is an elite unit under the Polish Special Command. It is also well-known in Europe.

Tang Dao didn't want to provoke War Machine before he had enough strength.

Those who know themselves live longer.

Osborn was very rebellious in his bones. Hearing what Tang Dao said, he curled his lips in disdain, folded his hands and turned his head.

"Boss, I think if the amount of money is not very large, then the house can be sold." Robert shrugged, and he didn't know when he took a newspaper in his right hand, half-rolled, and motioned, "There is a phone number of the real estate agent on it." .”

Sell ​​a house?

Tang Dao resisted instinctively. After all, this place bears the memories of three generations of the Tang family. He could rationally tell him that this is the best way at present. He took a deep breath, took the newspaper, and bolded it with black pen: Glenn House The agent, with the number included in the back, picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed it.

"Hi, hello, this is Glenn's real estate agent, how can I help you?" A thick and dull male voice said politely.

After Tang Dao glanced at Robert and the others, he pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked to the balcony to talk with them.

"How much can this broken house be sold for? The boss is so timid," Osborne began to mutter now, but Robert just folded his hands calmly and said, "You have to tell the boss about this, I just a part-time job."

Osborn's throat was immediately stuck in one breath, and his beard was straightened up in anger.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Tang Dao opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked back, saying, "The agency will come this afternoon, and now I have two things for you."

"Robert, you go to all the supermarkets in Warsaw's Chinese gathering areas, order 200 boxes of Erguotou, leave their phone number, I will contact them to deliver the goods, and then contact the garbage dump to ask for glass bottles."

"What if they want a deposit?" Robert asked, frowning.

"Then you can change one, someone will give in for money."

Tang Dao raised his chin, and Robert nodded, expressing his understanding. Tang Dao was very satisfied with the latter's attitude, then turned his head to look at Osborne, frowned, and looked up and down a few times, which made the British guy nervous , I couldn't help standing up straight.

"I remember that there are several German-invested chemical factories on the Vistula River. Go there and buy some industrial alcohol and industrial caustic soda. The current market price is 2 cents a catty." Tang Dao counted three from his pocket. Franklin, after a meal, added another one, handed it over and said, "For the extra $100, you and Robert go out to eat something good."

Osborn rubbed his hands, took it very bluntly, stuffed it into his pocket, and asked curiously, "Boss, what are you going to do?"

"You will know when the time comes." Tang Dao didn't want to say more, and waved his hands to let them go to work quickly. After the two looked at each other, they had no choice but to suppress their curiosity and go out.

Tang Dao actually wanted to maximize his benefits.

If you sell the house, you won't get much money. The money will go to the Soviet Union to buy weapons? He couldn't be ridiculed to death, so he thought of a bad idea, buy some Erguotou, mix some industrial alcohol or industrial caustic soda, and then use these in exchange for greater benefits.

As for caustic soda is a strong alkali, will it kill people... Old Maozi's refrigerant can be drunk as wine, and I haven't heard of many people dying.

Maozi's demand for spirits is even higher than that of Haihunshan.

I have to say, this is a magical country.

Tang Dao shook his head, went to the refrigerator to order the leftovers, and prepared to put it on the bar.

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"$100? I find the boss is actually quite generous, Robert."

As soon as he went out, Osborn took out the money and flicked it lightly. The dollar bills made a clean and crisp sound, but his laughter was like a duck, and Robert looked indifferent.

The two walked out of the corridor side by side, their footsteps suddenly slowed down, their expressions tightened, and they saw a policeman approaching from the front, it was Smith.

And Smith, out of professional intuition, felt that these two guys didn't seem like good people.

The three passed by, and suddenly Smith said, "Stop."

The two of Osborne stopped and turned around slowly, "What's the matter? Mr. Police. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"You live here?" Smith asked, pointing to the building.

"Our friends live here, why? Do the Warsaw police still restrict personal freedom?" Osborne sneered, shaking his feet.

Smith frowned and took half a step back, not because he was afraid, but because the other party's mouth really stinks.

"I just remind you that Conway Street is not safe recently, so be careful."

Osborne's mouth can choke people to death, "There is no place that is less safe than the Warsaw Police Station, I think, Bonnie Cavill thinks so."

Smith's face turned green all of a sudden.

Bonnie Carvel was a female worker at a construction site in Warsaw, but she was accused of illegal **** and was controlled by the Warsaw police. However, she was sent to the hospital the next day and died. The doctor found 7 male policemen on her body DNA…

This incident caused a stir in Eastern Europe and Europe.

Members of women's organizations sit in in protest.

At that time, Smith was working there and was one of the witnesses. To him, it was a disgrace in his career. Now that he was thrown away, this good old man felt a little urge to lift the table.

"Sorry, sir, it's lunch time, I have to go out to eat with my friends, bye." Osborne gestured to raise his hand, but there was no watch on it, with a disgusting fake smile on his face, and pulled Robert Turn around and leave.

Smith took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. If it weren't for the urgent matter now, he really had to take this arrogant guy back and ask him carefully. After taking a deep look, he walked up the familiar corridor and walked to the second floor. Lou, raised his hand, put it down again, tidied up his police uniform, rubbed his face, relaxed his facial muscles, and forgot about the unhappiness just now before knocking on the door.

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