Chapter 3954: Fake arms dealer 2

"But how do you know that we need weapons? And who are you? We are not so used to doing business with strangers." One of the elders asked in a low voice.
"The matter is obvious. The conflict between you and the Gugon people is not one day or two. Yesterday they beat you, today you beat them. Tomorrow they beat you again, and you will continue to retaliate the day after tomorrow.
This requires weapons and ammunition, and I happen to be the one who can provide them. And I am different from other arms dealers. Since I do business with you, I will not do business with your enemies.
In this way, your enemy will be weakened virtually. Moreover, you also understand that I have lost a certain amount of interest.
This is all because when we meet for the first time, we must build trust between each other, and trust often comes at a certain price. "Lin Rui nodded.
"You want to do business. It's very simple. We are a big village here and we have relations with dozens of surrounding villages.
But how can we trust you to provide us with long-term and stable arms? who are you? The village chief looked at Lin Rui in silence for a while.
Lin Rui sighed, "Presumably everyone has already seen that I am a Chinese. And weapons made in China have always been cheap and easy to use.
In the African market, it can also be said that the goods are in short supply. Have you heard of North Industries Corporation? "
NORINCO is the third largest manufacturer in China. Abroad, NORINCO is mainly famous for its defense equipment. NORINCO manufactures sophisticated attack systems, amphibious attack weapons and equipment, long-range weapon systems, air defense systems, night vision goggles, anti-terrorism and civilian police equipment, etc.
NORINCO is an internationally renowned brand and has a high reputation in the international defense market. The black buddies in Africa praised the five or six punches made in China.
When Lin Rui said this, the other elders nodded to each other.
"Are you an agent of NORINCO?" the village chief asked tentatively.
"Yes. My name is Rick. Including but not limited to, I actually have business contacts with European and American countries. As long as you can afford the price, I can sell you good products.
Currently, in accordance with international regulations, there are strict restrictions on arms sales in conflict areas. Governments and large arms dealers cannot openly sell arms to conflict areas, so we agents are profitable. "Lin Rui said solemnly.
"Please wait a moment, I'll send someone to find someone who may be interested in your business." The village chief groaned.
"Oh, I don't know who it is?" Lin Rui nodded.
"Mopti guerrillas, I don't know if your husband has heard of it?" The village chief looked at Lin Rui and whispered.
"I've heard of some, originally I wanted to talk to them. But I heard that they don't seem to be short of arms, as if they have bought a batch of American-style equipment recently." Lin Rui frowned, "Of course I know it. Disadvantage. Failure to do business this time does not mean that we have no chance to cooperate in the future."
"The sir is right. The Mopti guerrillas are now the pride of our Fulani people. The conflicts between us and those Gugon tribes were resolved by the Mopti guerrillas.
They now protect all Fulani villages in central Mali. Those Gugon people attacked our village many times, and they will pay for it. "The village chief nodded.
"Does the village chief have contact with the Mopti guerrillas?" Lin Rui pretended to be surprised.
"They are in the village next to us, where there is a camp, which was only recently established. And they are recruiting people recently to prepare to have a good fight with the Gugon people.
Both my son and two nephews joined their guerrillas, and now they are the heroes of our family. "The village chief is proud and authentic.
"So the Mopti guerrillas are not small at present?" Lin Rui said deliberately.
"The number of them is not too high at the moment, but they will soon develop. There are young people in our villages joining them. We believe that they will protect our homeland and make the Gugon people pay the price." An elder nodded.
Lin Rui and several elders drank tea in the room for a while and talked with each other for a while. The Fulani people are originally nomads and some have a hospitable customs.
Lin Rui had been rolling in Africa for several years, and he had been in contact with the Tuareg people before. He knew that their stomachs and spleens quickly became one with these people, talking and laughing together.
After a while, the person sent by the village chief came back, bringing back a militant in camouflage uniforms.
The village chief enthusiastically introduced Lin Rui, saying that this was a deputy captain of the Mopti guerrilla.
This man has a full face and a beard, wearing a camouflage uniform, and looks very vicious. But he respected the village chief and several elders very much.
"This is the Deputy Captain of the Mopti guerrillas, and this is Mr. Rick. He is in the arms business and is our friend." The village chief enthusiastically introduced.
"Arms business?" Bamley looked at Lin Rui.
"It's just a small business." Lin Rui smiled.
"I don't know what kind of munitions Mr. Rick made?" Bamley looked at Lin Rui with interest.
"There are common ones on the market, and some uncommon ones on the market. Both the Soviet-Russian standard and the NATO standard." Lin Rui nodded with a smile.
Bamley put his hand to his waist and took out his pistol. The team members around Lin Rui became a little nervous. But Lin Rui gave them a look calmly and motioned them not to act rashly.
Bamley put the pistol in front of Lin Rui, "Mr. Rick is in the arms business, and he must be no stranger to firearms. Can you help me see my gun."
Lin Rui smiled and took his pistol, and looked at it, "The caliber .45ACPM1911 pistol, this is a classic gun.
But this one should be an improved model called the Desert Warrior. It is rare on the market. Where did the Deputy Captain Bamley get it? "
"Desert Warrior?" Bamley didn't seem to know the pistol either.
"Yes. This is a .45ACPM1911 Desert Warrior pistol, and it looks like it should be American." Lin Rui nodded.
Bamley looked at Lin Rui suspiciously, "I know this is an M1911 pistol, but I don't know there is a model of the Desert Warrior. How did Mr. Rick figure it out? Can you tell me the details? "
Lin Rui knew that Bamley had doubts about his identity, so he deliberately took out this pistol to test himself. If you are really an arms dealer, you should be no stranger to guns.
But he could also tell that Bamley himself didn't know the true origin of the pistol. So he decided to open his eyes to this bun to know what a real expert in light weapons is.