Commando

"Sh*t! What do you mean, Mr. Butan?" Davey stood up from the sofa, his face grim as he stared at the French man.

"Oh, no no no, Mr. Callander, we have no conflict, do we? So why can't we sit down and talk properly? I don't think your reaction is suitable for the current situation!"

Mr. Butan continued to wave his hands like a good-natured French man, raising his wine glass and indicating, "We are just discussing today, Mr. Callander. Perhaps you can tell me something interesting. You know, we long for results, and only results."

The way French people speak is very strange. He doesn't say everything, but he still wants what he wants, and you have to guess what he wants.

Perhaps that's why France is called the city of romance, because their speech is vague, a bit like silk stockings, trying to cover up while still revealing a hazy allure.

Davey seemed to be persuaded by him. He looked at Mike, and after exchanging glances in front of Mr. Butan, they sat down again.

"Alright, Mr. Butan, your generous hospitality today makes us feel we should give you face.

Although we cannot tell you the details of our cooperation with Germany due to a non-disclosure agreement, why don't you take a look at our firearms?

I think this should give you a perfect answer. In fact, the main reason we came here this time was to sell these firearms.

Since you already know about our cooperation, you must have conducted a deeper investigation into the Van der Linde Gang.

For desperadoes like us, why wouldn't we do business that can make money?

So, I think you should understand what I mean."

Mr. Butan finally broke into a smile.

"Hahahaha, so that's it, Mr. Callander. Oh, I'm just a little surprised, you know, a desperado. I originally thought the greatest achievement would be to enter the city and become some underground force, but I never expected such a strategy.

I truly admire your audacity, but at the same time, I also greatly admire Mr. Dutch Van der Linde for being able to connect with the German military!

I think we will have more future cooperation. Of course, now let's go and see your firearms! Gentlemen, I am very interested in these German-made firearms!

At the very least, this can add to my political achievements, can't it?"

Mr. Butan laughed heartily, clearly in an exceptionally good mood.

However, his understanding was a bit off.

He was misled by Davey's words into thinking that Davey and his group had connected with the German military to smuggle firearms for money.

Instead of Mr. Van der Linde personally producing firearms and selling them to Germany.

Of course, compared to the second possibility, the first one is clearly more believable.

Everyone would believe that some corrupt individuals in the German army are smuggling firearms for money, after all, this happens in every country, especially in the United Kingdom, where after hundreds of years of inheritance, the internal decay is even more appalling.

Davey's gaze shifted slightly, he glanced at Mike, then stood up from the sofa with a smile on his face and led Mr. Butan out.

The arms trade was a business Mr. Dutch Van der Linde had always wanted to develop.

But he was also too cunning, disliking the idea of selling the rope to hang himself like a merchant, so he always liked to keep one or two tricks up his sleeve to ensure he was always in an absolutely dominant position.

The same was true for this arms sale.

Although the Tank had already been sold to Germany, they were easily flammable gasoline Tanks, and Germany, in order to maintain its absolute leading position, would surely have stricter security measures regarding the Tanks than they themselves did.

Dutch also didn't want to wait until a decisive battle with the East in the future only to find American soldiers driving Tanks onto the battlefield.

So, when selling weapons to regions like Cuba, he did not include the deployment of Tanks.

But even without the Tanks, the improved howitzers and the 400mm Venice Giant Cannon would still shock this era.

Five warships protected the cruise ship as it slowly docked at the harbor.

The harbor occupied by the Cuban government forces, chosen as the primary trading area with France, was much better developed than the Rhine Harbor in Mexico.

Although it couldn't compare to the scale and modernity of Saint Denis, it was still a city with hundreds of thousands of people.

As the warships slowly entered, a large crowd of onlookers gathered at the harbor, almost forming a sea of people.

And as two thousand soldiers from the warships disembarked in neat, uniform attire, the atmosphere on site reached a small climax.

"Oh, damn it, look at these terrifying troops, they are far more frightening than the Spanish soldiers!"

An older man fearfully hid in the crowd, then ran back towards his home without looking back.

He remembered the brutal Spanish soldiers from before; his mother, his father, and his beloved had all died violently under the abuse of Spanish soldiers.

This made him genuinely fear armies now, let alone seeing such a refined and formidable force.

Mr. Van der Linde's troops not only showed impressive performance in terms of individual equipment and uniforms, but also had a rare spirit and morale among the soldiers.

There was no other way; the American army at this time couldn't even get enough to eat, but Mr. Van der Linde's troops not only ate well, but also received a monthly salary of thirty dollars, their children could go to school for free, and their wives could get opportunities to work for Mr. Van der Linde.

It could be said that Mr. Van der Linde took care of their entire family, old and young, and the entire family worked for Mr. Van der Linde.

Under these circumstances, with no worries, the soldiers' greatest expectation now was to launch a war, a war that would prove they were not freeloading, to conquer cities and territories for Mr. Van der Linde, kill all enemies who dared to resist, wipe out those damned capitalists, and avenge their past and Mr. Van der Linde's kindness!

With this kind of momentum, their eyes were exceptionally fierce when they saw anyone, and they wanted to go up and test their might to show off their strength, hoping to be valued by Mr. Van der Linde.

In this damned mental state, Mr. Van der Linde's troops were far more aggressive than normal armies, and these civilians naturally felt afraid when they saw them, even stirring up their bad memories from the past.