Chapter 890 Profiteer

For Gao Yang, the important thing now is not to discuss Fellini's side business, but to buy the necessary things first.

Gao Yang pointed to the two houses assigned to them and said: "Where we live, but it is said that it is easy to lose things here, so we have to have someone to look after the equipment. Well, who wants to leave something to look after us?"

Gao Yang must be more cautious, knowing that the equipment on each of them is worth at least 100,000 US dollars, and a low-light night vision device is at least 40,000 US dollars, not to mention many treasures that cannot be replenished at all, such as Gao Yang's gun. Thermal imaging night vision device, already his rifle itself.

It was inconvenient to buy a gun with a big bag, so Gao Yang still hoped that someone could look at the equipment and then go to the battlefield to purchase it. Unfortunately, no one was willing to stay, because when it came to choosing a gun, everyone wanted to do it in person.

Even if you know that your comrades have good taste and will not buy guns with questionable quality, you still have to pay attention to your taste. You should always pick out something by yourself so that you can use it smoothly and feel comfortable.

Seeing that no one was willing to stay, Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, then everyone can go."

Next to three arms dealers, Gao Yang pointed to the nearest wooden house and said: "Wherever we go first, it is said that it is the same."

Gao Yang and a dozen of them carried large bags and small bags and rushed to the blue-roofed house. The door was ajar. Gao Yang knocked on the door and pushed the door open directly.

The air conditioner is on in the room, but the sealing is not good. Even if there is air conditioning, the room is not very cool. It was just bearable. A shirtless, muscular man leaned against the sofa. His feet were propped up on a camp bed in front of him, and he was reading a copy of Playboy.

After discovering Gao Yang, the shirtless man peeked his eyes out from behind the magazine and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Gao Yang waved his hand and said: "Buy a gun, ak47, and a new one. Okay."

"The M58 was produced in the Czech Republic in 1977, or in Romania in 1985. They are all new guns without opening the box. They cost two thousand dollars each, and the bullets cost one thousand dollars per box. They are made in Romania. They are not sold retailly."

After the strong man finished speaking lazily, he returned his attention to the magazine. When Gao Yang heard this, he immediately wanted to curse the profiteer.

The m58 is the Czech version of the ak47. The quality is not bad. The ak made in Romania is also of good quality, but it is not worth two thousand dollars anyway. As for the bullets. Gao Yang didn't know how many rounds a box of one thousand dollars cost. If one thousand dollars could only buy a small iron box of one thousand rounds, then. There's nothing more to say. This is an open robbery.

"A box with more rounds and fewer bullets?"

"One thousand, all produced in 1977."

Gao Yang was speechless. He knew that the arms dealers in the Green Zone only lived here and did not regard the people in the Green Zone as their main business targets. There is a retail point like this in the Green Zone, which is based on the idea that mosquitoes have meat on their legs. But it was still unimaginable for him to do business to such an extent.

Gao Yang didn't say anything, but Grolev became angry and said loudly: "Fake, do you think we are fools? The crap you mentioned is expensive even in a war zone. Five hundred dollars is very expensive, two thousand dollars." A gun! One dollar for one bullet, do you think we are a rookie who has never seen the world?"

The strong man didn't even raise his head or look at Grolev. He just said: "If you like it, buy it. If you don't, go away."

Grolev clenched his fist. Gao Yang quickly pulled Grolev and said with a bitter smile: "Let's go, let's go. It's not worth it. We have other places to buy."

After Grolev snorted bitterly, he said to the people who were still blocked by him from entering the house: "Let's go, you don't need to enter this shabby place."

Gao Yang walked out of the territory said to be occupied by the Americans, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said to Grolev: "It is said that the three arms dealers here are all the same, so I guess we will encounter the same result, but again, Go check it out.”

Next to it was the Russian house. This time Grolev went first and pushed the door open. He found that the not very big room was full of various gun boxes and ammunition boxes, with shell boxes piled up in the middle of the room. There was a table with a cloth spread on it, and then there were several plates and two empty wine bottles on the table. There were leftovers in the plates, which attracted a bunch of flies. On both sides were ammunition boxes used as chairs. The whole room was like a The warehouse doesn't look like a place for people to live.

There was no one in the room. Grolev shouted: "Is there anyone? Business is coming!"

"Here it is, who is it?"

As a lazy voice sounded, a man with a blue beard slowly walked out from behind the ammunition boxes piled high, stretched, yawned, and leaned against the ammunition box on the side. After getting on, the bearded man looked at the people in the room, rolled his eyes, and said listlessly: "You're new here, right? What do you want to buy, ak?"

Grolev nodded and said in Russian: "Yes, buy some guns."

The bearded man waved his hand and said: "Don't speak Russian to me. I don't understand. I'm not Russian. Tell me what you want."

Grolev said with a depressed look: "Ak, bullet."

The bearded man knocked on the box he was leaning against with his hand, rubbed his mouth vigorously with his hand, and then said lazily: "Two thousand a handful, akm, Russian goods, produced by Izhevsk Machinery Plant, have you opened the box? Yes, if you want more, I will open a box for you, guaranteed to be new."

The Izhevsk factory is the only factory with intellectual property rights to produce AK47. It can be said that it is the only genuine product. However, this factory has just gone bankrupt because there are too many places that pirate AK47.

Grolev shook his head and said in a low voice: "The guns produced in Izhevsk are good, but they are not worth two thousand dollars. In a place like Iraq, one thousand dollars is about to end."

The bearded man yawned and said with an indifferent expression: "That's the way it is. If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, get out. Don't bargain with me. Where do you think this place is? Man, don't disturb my sleep."

Grolev had an angry look on his face, but he still held back his anger and said, "Where are the bullets."

The bearded man shook his head, pointed to the bullet box with his toe and said: "Here, they are all over there, m43, see for yourself, they are all about the same."

Grolev glanced at the stacked bullet boxes, turned his head and said, "Are they all from 1955?"

The bearded man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe. I told you, this batch of goods is almost the same."

Grolev took a breath and said in a deep voice: "How much."

"One thousand and one boxes, oh, iron boxes, one thousand rounds, not a big box, don't get me wrong."

Grolev finally couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "You damn profiteer, I can tolerate guns. These damn 55-year-old army ammunition is older than me. How dare you sell it for one dollar?" hair?"

The bearded man seemed to have lost his patience and said impatiently: "This is the price set by the boss. Let me say it again, if you want to buy it, buy it, if you don't buy it, get out! Don't want to cause any trouble."

It's not like he would use a knife or a gun. But Grolev, as an old mercenary, couldn't stand the anger of being taken advantage of. He immediately turned his head and said: "Let's go, I'd rather not use it." You can’t give money to such profiteers.”

More than a dozen people left without saying a word. At this time, there was only the last arms dealer left. Gao Yang said helplessly: "Come on, this is the last one. It's more expensive, it's almost enough. Let's get it." Get in."

After walking a few steps, Gao Yang knocked on the black door. Before he could open his mouth, he heard someone inside say in a very gentle tone: "Please come in."

Gao Yang finally saw a normal place that looked like an office.

The room was not big, with a row of chairs arranged along the wall, and a small desk in the middle. Sitting behind it was a clean-shaven Middle Eastern man who also had a beard.

After seeing Gao Yang and the others entering, the Middle Eastern man in a white shirt and tie stood up from his chair, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Please sit down, gentlemen, please take a seat."

Grolev did not sit down, but walked directly to the desk and said angrily: "How much does an AK cost? How do you sell bullets?"

The white shirt stretched out his hand towards Grolev and said with a smile: "You can call me Salim, sir. Our AKs and bullets have different colors and prices. Which one do you want?" "

Grolev was finally treated like a normal customer. Looking at Salim's outstretched hand, Grolev was stunned for a moment before holding Salim's hand and saying calmly. The voice said: "What goods do you have?"

With a smile on his face, Salim said: "Guaranteed quality of guns produced in Eastern Europe costs two thousand per gun. For large quantities, one hundred and above will cost one thousand six."

Grolev waved his hand and said: "Twelve."

"Okay, buy in small quantities. One made in Eastern Europe costs 2,000 US dollars and comes with three magazines. Type 56 made in China costs 2,000 US dollars and comes with three magazines. Made in Russia, it costs 2,500 US dollars and comes with four magazines. The magazines are all brand new just out of the box!”

Salim is darker than the first two, but he has a good attitude.

Grolev nodded and said, "What about the bullets?"

"There are one thousand boxes of bullets, but we have good stuff here. The bullets are produced in China, but they are new products that were only produced in 2005, but the price is a little higher, one thousand five hundred dollars per box."

Gao Yang couldn't help but screamed in his heart, "It's so dark."

Bullets can be used after being stored for decades, but after a long time, they will definitely have some impact. If you fire a thousand rounds of new bullets, you will not encounter a single dud, but if you save them, With bullets that have been around for decades, it may take five hundred rounds to catch up with one stink bomb. Although the chance is generally small, the difference becomes apparent when compared.

However, whoever dares to sell M43 steel-cased intermediate bullets for one dollar per round is really a fool, but there is no way, arms dealers earn this money, so don’t buy it if it’s too expensive. (To be continued)