Chapter 15： :Commodity Market!

Beryl wave.

Located in the western outskirts of Herutfontein, a town with a population of only 7,000 people, but because it is rich in tourmaline, about 20% of tourmaline production in West Africa is shipped from here to all over the world, forming the largest tourmaline trading market in Namibia and even West Africa. As for foreigners of different skin colors, you can see them here and there.

However, because of the tug-of-war between the government forces and the rebel forces, it became much deserted here.

click...

The BTR-40, which weighs five tons, is driving on the road, and you can hear the wailing of Beliert's gravel road.

Tang Dao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, pulled the handle on the top of his head. Through the car window, he could see that the two sides of the spacious street, which was only about five meters away, were empty on both sides, but there were obviously a few pairs of eyes staring curiously behind the wooden door. The streets are full of household garbage, the environment here is unimaginable, and there are rotting carcasses of some kind of animal hanging on the gatehouse, the smell attracts mosquitoes.

"Damn it, this place stinks too much." Job pinched his nose and retracted his head from the roof of the car, blushing from the suffocation. After sitting in the car for a while, he took a deep breath, complained, and patted his body. There seemed to be a foul smell, "I didn't even see a person..." Before he could finish speaking, he slammed on the brakes. Job didn't pay attention, and his face hit the table and chair in front of him.

"Fack, you scared me." Osborne swallowed his saliva and leaned forward. There was a black child standing in front of the car, with his hands open and his eyes closed. His body was visibly trembling. He rushed out and was almost crushed to death.

"Go down and have a look."

Osborn nodded and pushed the door open, without rushing forward, he just pointed at the other party and said, "Don't block it, get out!"

"First... sir, help me." The child opened half of his eyes first, and asked boldly.

"I'll let you go!" The British guy frowned, seeing that the other party didn't respond, he took out the AKM from the car and pulled the bolt, "Don't block it." After he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger decisively, and the bullet hit the other party. The soles of the feet were so frightened that the black boy hugged his head and hid aside.

"Bitch." Osborne snorted, closed the car door hard, and restarted. Tang Dao kept frowning beside him, but he didn't speak. He knew that the British guy must have his own intentions for doing this. But not as familiar with the other party.

After the transport truck drove away, a group of half-sized children and a few adults trotted out from all directions, still holding stones in their hands.

"Baine, why did you let them go?" A muscular black man grabbed the black boy's hair in dissatisfaction, and punched the boy in the face. Immediately, the latter's face was covered with blood, begging Crying, "He, they're going to shoot me."

"damn it."

The black burly man threw Bain to the ground forcefully, and looked at the armored transport vehicle far away unwillingly.

They are responsible for robbing these outsiders here. The famine has plunged Belial into endless terror. People are starved to death every day, and the local government is completely incapable of disaster relief, which leaves them to fend for themselves.

Man becomes selfish and tyrannical while waiting for death.

This group of people gathered together under such circumstances to rob those outsiders who seemed to be few in number. They originally regarded Tang Dao and others as ducks in their mouths, but now they flew away, and the anger in their hearts can be imagined.

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"O...Osborn, did you really want to kill that child just now?" Job finally couldn't help asking, with his right hand covering his left cheek, which was somewhat bruised, his voice was a little fluttering.

"This is Africa! The most chaotic area among the five continents, do you think black people are stupid? They are smarter than anyone else. We didn't see a single person just now, but a child jumped out suddenly. Don't you think it's weird? Here, please give up your curiosity, what you have to do is to learn how to watch others die without being indifferent."

Osborne seemed to have said too much, and he felt irritated, he waved his hand, "You will understand later."

Seeing that his temper was on the rise, Job didn't ask any more questions, and sat back in his seat. Tang Dao glanced at the British guy and folded his hands. It seemed that this guy really had a story. He looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Here we are!" .”

Tut Gym!

The large gymnasium named after the God of Wisdom in African mythology is a comprehensive gymnasium built by France with 3,000 francs, but this people can't eat enough, who cares about keeping fit, more homeless people gather here After the civil war broke out in Namibia, it became a kind of large-scale trading market.

Main trade...arms and supplies.

Moreover, a chain of interests has been formed. The local government allows merchants to set up stalls here, but they also charge a handling fee, which is 1% of the price of the goods, and there are nearly two companies with more than 100 people to maintain order. Not everyone Cause trouble, but look at the heavy machine guns erected above the stadium, or learn to shrink your head, they are looking for money.

Most importantly, there is a peaceful place for mercenaries and arms dealers to trade, and no one wants to break this rule.

It's no different from the black market, only it's more blatant here.

This BTR-40 is quite eye-catching. Under the vigilant eyes of the guards at the gate, he slowly drove in through the gate. Tang Dao's ears were empty at first, and then the loud shouts, cheers and curses gathered together.

There were a lot of people inside, most of them were carrying weapons and walking around, they seemed to be mercenaries.

And those small stalls are not simple. Tang Dao saw five M1937 (53-K) 45mm anti-tank guns behind one stall. Although the age is a bit old, they appeared during the Soviet-German War. The muzzle still makes people shudder after seeing it. I am afraid that the BTR-40 armored transport vehicle will not survive a few shots, and it will have to be turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

"God, is that the GAU-8A cannon? Sell it alone? Does this mean that someone can carry this big guy?" Job exclaimed. He felt that his three views had been completely re-established. This is an American product. In order to identify the armor-piercing ability of the artillery, he used the armor-piercing projectile and the incendiary grenade to shoot the T72 tank and the M48 tank for 2s and 1s respectively. As a result, the tank was destroyed. He had seen it in Poland with the tires, but it seemed to be a military fire at that time. Exhibition, priced at $780,000!

Expensive to be autistic.

This was brought here to sell?

God must be kidding.

"Boss, us?" Osborne was a little at a loss.

"Find an open space first and set up the stall. It's a good place." Tang Dao pointed to a corner and motioned for him to drive over.

In fact, the BTR-40 armored vehicle is also very attractive. UU Reading is covered with steel. On this African battlefield, if you are lucky, you will be the iron king. When they drive into the stadium, there are already many pairs of eyes staring at them. up.

"Asian?"

"Just three? They're so bold."

"Go and see, what do they sell?"

Different languages ​​were mixed with curiosity, and they formed a circle, watching Tang Dao and others move weapons out of the car.

"Hey, buddy, how much is this AK47?" A tall-boned Caucasian squeezed in and asked, which made people know that he was a Soviet at a glance, because Caucasians also have differences in essence, and they themselves are divided into Nordic type, Eastern European type, Mediterranean type, etc. Among them, most of the Russians are Caucasian and Eastern European types, with a small number of yellow races mixed in.

Tang Dao made a gesture with his fingers, "700 dollars, with two bullets in the magazine."

$700?

Black merchant!

The white man's face was ugly, but he didn't say anything. He got up and was about to leave, but Tang Dao stopped him, "Sir, this is a real Russian product, not a patchwork one. Look at it."

As he said, he grabbed the barrel of the AK47 and smashed it **** the ground. The sound was dull. He smashed it a few times in a row, and the lower cover was a little cracked, but overall it remained intact. Tang Dao gave a thumbs up, "Nai Shi , do you want some?"

This is the first time I have seen such a fierce marketing method.

Throw the gun at a disagreement.

This is $700!

"Of course, we also have a discount. If you buy more than 3,000 US dollars from us, next time, we will give you a 15% discount. If it exceeds 10,000 US dollars, we will give you a 25% discount. How about it?" Tang Dao's eyes Blowing, like a vulture, staring at the dollars in someone's pocket.