Chapter 133

John and Pierce walked out of the office building with their suits pulled up, heads bowed, and talking in hushed tones.

"Two gentlemen, please wait a moment." Someone shouted from behind, the voice was both warm and gentle, just hearing it made people feel comfortable, humans are animals with senses, the five senses will convey emotions to you. The nicest ones are actually more popular.

John and the two turned around for some reason and saw a young man about 30 years old standing behind, wearing a light blue tie and holding a white suit. Luckily this match is not taking place in Somalia, you are a fat person walking, this walk Come out, if the sniper doesn't shoot you in the head, I'm sorry about this outfit. "What's the matter, sir?"

John looked up and down and still asked politely, letting someone leave without opening his mouth was already very polite.

"Wallace, Wallace Berrera." The other person raised his hand and smiled. John glanced at the other person's thin and gentle hand, which looked like a woman's hand. It is soft to the touch. Of course, he has no other interests. He just held it lightly and then released it. He hoarsely introduced himself as Hua Lai. The sergeant said exaggeratedly: "John Kansberg? Of course I know, the gunpowder umbrella, Superman (Superman) blew up the town of Belledwin.

It's so fake!

John's military style, he did not like the opponent's sudden surprise, so he appeared very impatient, looked at his watch, "Mr. Wallace, if you have nothing to do, I think we have to leave." Go."

The Italians initially planned to invite the other person to afternoon tea. Seeing him say that, he had no choice but to interrupt, embarrassedly asking: "I just heard General Aidid say you two also want to compete." The spirit of the port?

John suddenly realized and exchanged glances with Pierce, not answering, just waiting for the other person to continue.

"My company intends to rent the port. If possible, I hope he can give it to me. I am willing to compensate you."

"We can't promise this, I'll ask the boss." » John said.

"So can I see Mr. Nicholas?"

Wallace's ability to climb poles is not small, he said frankly, but John always felt that this guy was waiting here. Seeing the other person's impatient eyes, he frowned and said: "Okay, my boss likes to meet you." meet your best friends. By the way, do you have a business card? »

The Italian hastily took out his business card from the inside pocket of his suit, held it out with both hands and said gratefully: "Thank you very much."

"That's what we should do. I'll go first, when the time comes I'll call you, Mr. Wallace," clutching the business card in his hand, John put it in his pocket, turned and left.

Looking at the backs of the two people, Wallace stood on the stairs, smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Boss, this guy doesn't seem like a good person. I think he looks a lot like Cecilio before." Pierce, who was driving, frowned and called back, looking for a new word to describe: "Hypocrisy!"

John laughed and clasped his hands, "Didn't I have that idea?" I've felt it for a long time but I didn't bother to say it. Do you want me to chat with him? It would be a waste of time. »

"So why did you still take his business card?" Pierce was surprised. The first person took out his business card, opened the window and threw it out. A breeze blew it gently into the sky. He clapped his hands: "Look, there's nothing left."

Pierce couldn't help but laugh at this operation. He honked and joked: "Do we want a port? I remember Somalia's waters are vast. Maybe we can go out part-time."

"I really need to contact the boss about this. The port is too small and doesn't have much practical effect. Even if we temporarily dock a warship, we can't enter the port. Repairs are too expensive. .. I don't think the boss can agree." John learned during his service. Maps and strategies, he understood the importance of the Somali port, but the reality was still cruel, the port was too small!

Pierce nodded, half understanding. After all, he is just a terrible old man in his fifties. He is currently very satisfied with his life. He doesn't have to starve on the streets. He turned on the radio, listened to some light music and then headed towards the airport. …

tomorrow.

Tang Dao brought him and the others to the meeting. This time MacArthur obviously paid more attention, waiting at the door with the purchasing group.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Nicholas."

"Me too, General. I hope, God bless, that this meeting has a positive outcome."

MacArthur still didn't have a smile on his face. He seemed born unable to smile. He coldly raised his hand, said please and walked forward. This man clearly has a strong personality. In terms of momentum, he was ready to overwhelm Duong Dao.

There is also an episode here. When a group of people reached the corridor intersection, they saw a few doctors in white coats whispering deep inside, and nurses coming in and out. Looks like Lloyd was there.

But Duong Dao remained silent. Can the beasts trapped here escape the hunters?

Is MacArthur really willing to save him? Hobbies... are all hobbies.

This time the meeting was chosen in a very large meeting room, where people from both sides were sitting, and the purchasing group on the other side was very fierce. On the Road side, there were only Mist and Little Angels sitting left and right, but they didn't know anything about negotiations.

It seems like if you have the opportunity, you need to find some people with expertise. In the future, you cannot afford to participate in such large-scale negotiations, right?

He likes to hide and is a manipulator behind the scenes.

"Mr. Nicholas, we are very interested in the armed helicopter battle group you mentioned. Can you continue talking about it? A member of the purchasing team glanced at the boss, put his hand on the table, distributed the information and spoke.

Duong Dao thought for a moment then nodded: "I think the future war will be an era of low-level hegemony. The Vietnam War waged by the US military and last year's Gulf War truly demonstrated the role of helicopters on the battlefield. Hovering at low altitude allows it to attack ground weapons effectively. If tanks are the king of land warfare, then heavy armed helicopters are their nightmare, absolutely no one can resist guns and missiles."

It's a classic case.

During the Gulf War, Uncle Sam picked up a big stick and ordered a large air formation to enter the Shadamu site from the south. Before bombardment, to ensure safe penetration of the air formation, a hole had to be dug in the southern part of the tight air defense network of Shadamu. A mission assigned to armed helicopters and F-117 stealth aircraft. Three U.S. Air Force MH-53J "Pave Laser" special operations helicopters from the 1st Special Operations Group used night vision and low-light night vision devices to guide route and guided nine army AH-64 "Apaches" to attack the helicopter. from the territory of the big wooden idiot neighbor to the north and flew to the south. After a long flight, around 2:30 a.m., they discovered two early warning radar stations south of the air defense early warning network that needed to be destroyed. The AH-64 helicopter used Hellfire missiles to destroy two radar stations, thus starting the Gulf War.

Stupid Damu was knocked to the ground by Uncle Sam using Ji helicopter, his beard was shaved off by his friend so he could only lie on the ground screaming, accusing others of bullying.

This is the role of combat helicopters in war and all experience is drawn from war. Then the Gallic chicken "West of France" cried out: The monster from North America is swallowing fire at low altitude, and the inexplicable goblin king is marching towards Baghdad...

It seems that the French style is inherited.

"I always feel that modern warfare will no longer depend too much on people. You deeply understand the industrial power in Africa. In war there is never right or wrong, only failure and success. labour. Are you right? Suppose you use air-to-air missiles to take down Ethiopia. Tomorrow's program might scream, the damn invaders must perish, what do you think? The hope I send you is not a murder weapon! This is the most important thing, I will always be friends with you. "

Does Tang Dao think that deception is too easy to use? They started using this trick again, but this was the first time Mister and Little Angel had heard it. They just feel that the boss said that friends come from thousands of miles away. Is it dollars?

What made you go so far to bring warmth to the people of Eritrea? Is that love? Is that a responsibility? Hopeless!

"If you need it now, you can place an order and I can give you a very favorable price, 20% discount! Duong Dao gestured and said.

"Huh? But didn't you say 30% off yesterday?" » a member of the buying group asked.

"Yes? Very good, 30% off is 30% off! This is our friendship, I'm willing to give up my rights again." He almost gritted his teeth as he spoke and knocked on the table ~www.mtlnovel.com ~ Such generosity, making people think that he was a good person, someone who no longer had vulgar interests. But Duong Dao wondered: should he offer a high price first?

"Mr. Nicholas, do you have any suggestions?" MacArthur finally spoke up. Although he was a bit disgusted with Duong Dao and thought this guy was talking nonsense, he had to admit that he was right. Helicopter in modern warfare Its role is becoming increasingly important. He has a great image in Eritrea. The world is so vast and cruel!

The human world is always covered with hypocritical smiles, and the law of the jungle is the real main style. People who scold others from above are mostly jealous, because he seems to have the ability to punish the other person in addition to scolding them. When you are really tough, your opponents will respect you.

Eritrea still has a long way to go.

MacArthur took a deep breath, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed, and finally said: "Mr. Nicholas, how many helicopters do you think that person lying there is worth?"

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