MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 83 : I'm afraid to crush your little toy!

Only those who have been to North Africa know the true interpretation of the word "poor".

Even two small broken cars can feel the malice of gangsters on the street.

The whole Jindun and others were very nervous, watching their surroundings vigilantly, and they could make actions as long as there was danger. There were also several RPK-74 machine guns under the seats, which were improved from AK-74. The purpose of development It is to meet the fire support of the Soviet army to replace the original 7.62×39mm RPK light machine gun.

These gangsters dared to move around, pulled them out and swept them away!

However, fortunately, I arrived at the Gezira Sea without any danger. This area is different from other areas. There are few pedestrians. The US military camp used to be a factory of a French businessman. Later, after the Somali civil war, the factory was destroyed Bandits invaded, and he died here. Later, the U.S. troops moved in to restore some vitality.

"Stop!"

When the car drove a hundred meters outside the camp, it was stopped by a fence.

A small group of eight U.S. troops poured out from the sentry booth, fully armed, but there were some small differences. It was obvious that a few of them were still wearing masks, and they were still very kawaii, with a meter drawn on the white background. mouse.

The U.S. military has never prohibited private individuals from bringing equipment to the battlefield. Of course, they will also provide the equipment they deserve, and it is the best in the world.

"Sir, military forbidden area, don't get close." The leading commander waved his hand, the squad members behind him were in battle formation, and the machine gunner on the right back was watching with an M-249. This firepower was enough to smash the small car to pieces. up.

"We were invited to Mr. Grant Ward's inauguration party." Jin Dun said.

"Do you have an invitation letter?"

Invitation card?

Jin Dun looked at Tang Dao, who also frowned. Cecilio hadn't told him about the invitation.

"Sorry, please leave."

Seeing this, the commander immediately understood, and said in a deep voice.

Damn it!

Just slip away like this?

Even Tang Dao's thick skin felt awkward,

Didi Didi…

Just when Tang Dao was in a dilemma, the horn was honking from the back of the car. He looked in the mirror, and a bodyguard in the co-pilot got out of the car to open the back door, and a leather shoe was stretched out first, especially the colorful socks, which were very boring. The cane was thrown to the ground, and Cecilio's old face appeared before his eyes again. This guy was still wearing a small pink suit, not to mention how disgusting he was.

Perhaps feeling Tang Dao's gaze, the old guy nodded slightly towards him, full of smiles.

It seems to be good intentions, but for Tang Dao, it is a kind of ridicule.

"Falke!" He punched the roof of the car, which was a little concave at first, and was flattened. He took a deep breath, wiped his face, and after the corners of his mouth twitched for a while, he opened the door and got out of the car, stroked suit, stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet again, Mr. Cecilio."

"Me too." Cecilio glanced down and asked with a smile, "Did Mr. Nicholas come in this kind of car? Your company doesn't even have the money to buy a car, does it? If you need it, I can buy it from the German Audi company Order one for you."

Tang Dao's face froze, why couldn't he hear the teasing and running in the other party's tone?

It's not Tang Dao's temper not to get it back this time, he stretched out a finger, "No, no, Mr. Cecilio, I'm just afraid that I won't be allowed in here while sitting on my T80, and I'm afraid that I will accidentally press it. to your toys."

Cecilio's old face twitched, like a nervous twitch, he laughed, "Mr. Nicholas likes to joke."

"My American friends also said that I am more humorous." Tang Dao spread his hands and replied.

"Let's go in, we can't be the last one here." The Italian suggested after looking at his watch. He also felt that he had "nothing to say" to the other party, mainly because he thought Tang Dao was "unreasonable."

That's how people are. If they can't say it, they will find reasons from others.

Cecilio nodded to Bell who was beside him, and the latter walked up to the commander of the US army and handed over the invitation letter. After the other party took it and looked at it twice, he raised his right hand, hooked his fingers, and signaled to let him go.

Someone went up and moved the fence away, signaling for vehicles to follow.

"I'm sorry, sir, your weapons are not allowed to be brought in. You can put them aside and hand them over to us for safekeeping. They will be returned to you later." The commander frowned when he saw Bell was carrying a micro punch on his back. Pointing to the side, there is a white plastic bucket with a sticker on it: "storage (storage)!"

Bell glanced at Cecilio, the latter glanced at Tang Dao again, and nodded. The former took out all the weapons and put them in. When it was the turn of Jin Dun and the others, they also took out two grenades from their waists, half suspended in the air. Throwing it into the bucket, this posture made everyone frown in fright.

Damn, can't you arrange it properly?

The commander was also very depressed. These two groups of people carried a lot of weapons. Except for no machine guns, many of them were even similar to the U.S. military.

What Herstal P90 submachine gun, M1911A1 pistol, etc. are dazzling.

"Mista, take the gentlemen there." The commander roared behind him.

An American guy with an M4 carbine stood up and responded loudly. After looking at Tang Dao and the others, especially Jin Dunbeier, he straightened up and led the way.

Tang Dao has been curious about Yingjiang's "demolition team" since a very early time. After all, they started working on a disagreement, which is vague at all. Is there still less violent demolition in the world? The most important thing is that he was not to blame except that he got stuck in the quagmire in Afghanistan. After all, an empire was once buried in that place, and the reputation of the cemetery is not in vain.

The Gulf War made the world re-aware of the trend and terror of modern warfare.

Especially the individual equipment makes people drool!

His personal combat capability has also been fully demonstrated.

"How many seconds will it take you to defeat him?" Tang Dao turned his head and asked Jin Dun curiously. It was very abrupt. Although the voice was suppressed, Cecilio and Bell could hear clearly and were also very curious.

"I fought with John, and in 17 seconds, he was pinned to the ground by me." Jin Dun said lightly, still with a solemn face~www.novelbuddy.com~.

Tang Dao gave a thumbs up, "Niu X".

Knocking down the Delta elite in 17 seconds is no loss for the Italian gold medal bodyguard team.

But Bell was very unconvinced at this time, "It takes 17 seconds? He and I only need 10 seconds!"

He didn't lower his voice. Cecilio glanced at it. Mista in front of him was obviously stunned, but he didn't turn around. He frowned and shouted, "Shut up!"

Tang Dao tilted his head, glanced at the other party, and said with a smile, "Your buddy is very interesting, sir."

With such SB employees, why not be played to death?

Cecilio intentionally fell behind half a body, staring at Bell, "Shut up, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore."

"Sir, what I said is the truth." Bell was still aggrieved, but seeing the staring eyes of the other party, he could only shrink his head and swallowed the words back.

They followed Mista, the American camp set up in... fashion.

There is even a highlighter written on the wall: "The glory of America cannot be conquered (the glory of America cannot be conquered!).

Tang Dao also saw the aircraft, which was covered by a dustproof cloth and could not tell the model, but he took a deep breath and could smell the industrial smell in the air.

When will I be able to endorse American products?

"Mr. Nicholas?" Cecilio, who had already walked on the steps, came back to his senses in doubt, and saw Tang Dao standing, and shouted.

"Oh, sorry."

Tang Dao smiled back and pulled off his clothes.

Sooner or later there will be a day!

He is not a spokesman for Soviet goods.

If you don't sell international products, are you still called an arms dealer?

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