Chapter 311: [The Wrath of the King of Arms]

A base in Africa.
"The M4A1 carbine is a carbine developed by the American Colt Company. It is a standard American-style firearm with a 5.56 mm caliber bullet, giving it powerful lethality, semi-automatic, three-burst, and fully automatic shooting methods. , Can meet all the needs of you and your subordinates."
　　 A man with a big back and wearing a black woolen coat, holding an empty gun without bullets, introduced the function of the rifle to a strong black bald man in front of him.
"Not satisfied?" Seeing the expressionless face of the bald black man, the middle-aged man hesitated for a second, immediately put down the carbine in his hand, and picked up another rifle in the box: "I don't think I need to introduce this gun too much. Yes, but as a professional, I still have to tell you."
"The AK-47 automatic rifle is easy to load, has good serviceability, is solid and durable, and has a low failure rate. Its shooting performance is perfect regardless of whether it is in high or low temperature conditions. There are more than 300 million A4s currently circulating in the world. Believe that I have this gun and you will have everything you want."
The man spoke very well, a very common A4. He praised the skyflowers. The bald black man sitting on the opposite side communicated with several companions around him. It is best to nod with satisfaction and say: "That’s it, we You need three hundred!"
　　 The man smiled and said, "A handful of one thousand dollars, we will give you an extra one hundred bullets for each gun."
　　 "No problem, when can you deliver it?" the bald black man asked.
"anytime."
　　 "Anytime? What if we need it now?"
　　 "Now? Of course there is no problem." The man said to his younger brother behind him: "Victor, let our customers see our efficiency."
　　 "Okay." Victor smiled and ran to a truck parked at the back. A few minutes later, he drove the car over.
　　 "Sir, please come and see if there are three hundred AKs you need."
The black man walked to the trunk with a bald head, and when the rear door opened, dozens of wooden boxes were neatly placed inside. One of his men swiftly stepped forward and took down a wooden box and pried it open. Look? 　Under the sun? 　The AK-47 they chose is displayed inside.
　　The bald black man picked up the weapon and fiddled with it, confirming that this is a good gun? 　Take the box of dollars from his hand? 　Look at the man and said: "Olov, you really have one."
Received the cash box? 　Yuri Olof didn’t count the banknotes in it. Instead, he took out a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket? 　On his face? 　Coolly said: "Mr. You can contact me directly with any weapon, and we will deliver it as soon as possible, because we are the most powerful arms king in the world!"
　　Wait for the bald black man to let his subordinates move all the goods down? 　Yuri Olof took his brother Victor to say goodbye to him? 　 got in the truck and left here.
　　 "Yuri, I almost scared me to death just now." Vidock glanced at the inverted mirror, confirmed that no one was following, patted his chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.
　　 Yuri Olof glanced at his brother? 　 "You are too courageous. You have been working with me for almost a year, why is it still like this?"
　　 "This is different! They are terrifying..."
　　 "Enough Victor! I said that? 　We only sell arms, no matter who the customer is? 　You have to adapt to how to face it calmly."
　　Yuri Olof’s face was very upset. He didn’t care who he sold the arms to? 　Why were they taken after they were sold? 　As long as they could make money? 　He would sell them even if God needed them.
　　 "I'm just... Fuck, why are two cars coming from behind." Victor looked at the two cars coming behind him in horror.
　　 Yuri Olof looked at the side mirror, and indeed there were two convertible trucks following him, frowning and saying, "Maybe just passing by."
　　 "Are you sure you just passed by? This place is the nest of those people, how could strangers pass by!"
　　 From this road, except for those people, Victor didn't see a car coming.
　　 Yuri Olof frowned slightly, and he hesitated: "Could it be that they have left something?"
　　 "Da da da..." While he was still thinking this way, the bullet shot from the van behind him interrupted Yuri's fantasy.
　　 Those guys really didn't keep their promises, and they just ran into the black.
　　……
　　 half an hour later.
Yuri Olof hid in a cave panting. After waiting for twenty minutes, he carefully got out of the cave and took a look at the disappearing car outside. Only his brother Vic was left on the ground. many.
　　 After confirming that the enemy had left, he ran over quickly, looking at the dead body lying in a pool of blood, Yu Rui's eyes were flushed, and he covered his mouth and began to sob silently.
　　 He didn't expect that this time only a $300,000 deal would make his brother Victor die in front of him.
　　 Yurui was very regretful in his heart, regretting how he came to do business with these guys for this little money.
　　 He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, picked up his brother's body, his eyes were red: "It's okay Victor, I will take you home, you can rest assured that I will avenge you."
　　Yuri is a Jew, and like Asians, he is a very family-oriented nation. Seeing his brother was killed by those terrorists in order to protect himself, his heart was more anger than grief.
"Jingle Bell……"
Suddenly Yuri’s cell phone rang. He didn’t want to answer it, but the constant ringing made him very annoyed. He put down his brother’s body and violently took out his cell phone and shouted,
I don’t care who you are! Now I’m very angry. , If you don’t want to scold me, you'd better hang up the phone!"
　　 Gu Ren on the other end of the phone, faced with the overwhelming words of Yu Rui, was a little bit stunned. After a few seconds, he said, "Are you still selling arms?"
　　 "Sell! Of course I did!"
Revenge is revenge, and business still has to be done. After venting, Yu Rui gradually calmed down~EbookFREE.me~ He knows what his abilities are, nothing more than reselling arms. If you want revenge, you can only rely on others. Throughout his clients, there are not many people capable of eradicating these terrorists.
After chatting for a few minutes, after confirming the arms needed by the other party, Yu Rui said a week later to trade, and then hung up the phone. Then he opened the address book and looked around. After turning around, his vision was frozen in a series of numbers. Above, there is a special name on it-"Rambo".
The other party's burly figure comparable to Rambo, the dangerous aura exuding all over his body, and the case about London that he later saw on the Internet, made You Rui deeply believe that this man who looked like Rambo could definitely help him. One of the revenge.
　　Although the other party has only bought weapons from himself once, which is not an old customer, Yu Rui believes that he can impress the other party to help him. After all, he has become a billionaire in the arms industry over the years.
Thinking of this, Ury picked up his brother’s body again and strode towards the nearest town. He needed to quickly send his brother’s body back to China, and then went to Sudan to complete the deal, and then went to London, England to find it. Mr. Rambo.
In addition to "Rambo", Yuri has several target candidates. He has to plan everything in advance and fiddle with these untrustworthy at one time. Only in this way, he Yuri Olof is a weapon. The name of the king can be more shocking.
　　No one can behave in front of the King of Arms!
nobody!
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