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    At the end of the Takama Mountains, Slough Wilderness.  Several military trucks covered with green canvas were parked deep in the wilderness, under the bald hills.  More than a dozen heavily armed soldiers were scattered around the military vehicle, and some stood on the top of the stone cliff in the distance, with cold eyes wandering.  In the open space surrounded by military vehicles, there were folding tables and chairs. A young officer and a man in a straight suit were sitting face to face. The man in the suit was holding a shiny black firearm in his hand.  ¡°Red Star Arsenal¡¯s latest masterpiece, the T-35 submachine gun, is the favorite of soldiers. It is a perfect combination of forged steel and plywood. It weighs 9 pounds, is elegant and simple, and will never break, jam, or overheat. It can be fired even if it is covered with mud and sand.  It's easy to use, even a child can do it. The key is the special processing of rifling and ammunition. I guarantee that no Crusader's glorious armor can withstand its fire" The man in the suit kept talking, like a clockmaker.  Just like a pocket watch, he skillfully filled the magazine with bullets, inserted it into the gun body, pulled down the bolt with a "click", and aimed forward.  Several black gun muzzles immediately stretched out from behind and hit his head.  "Relax, relax! I'm just a competent arms dealer, not a killer. The little money a killer makes is not enough for me to raise a bulldog." The man in the suit raised the muzzle of his gun and said with a smile.  "It's okay, Mr. Tibu is our old friend." The young officer ordered coldly, and several vigilant soldiers immediately put away their guns and retreated.  "I wonder if Mr. Gustin is free today? I haven't seen him for a long time. I brought a few bottles of good wine here. I want to have a drink with him." Although there can never be a real person in business  Favors exist, but there's no doubt about it.  Tib is a veteran who knows how to play the favor card.  "The Chief of Staff is very busy, so you asked me to receive you." The young officer's light brown eyes suddenly showed an indescribable sarcasm, "It seems that you think I am a boy not worth dealing with."  Army?" "How is that possible! I know better than anyone else that the soldiers of the Red Front are the most respectable. I have mentioned this to many of my colleagues." The smile on Tibu's face did not diminish at all.  "I have also heard the introduction about the T-35 from other suppliers. What I told you is almost word-for-word." The young officer also smiled.  The important line is not too much. But before that, you didn't seem to know us well enough as you said." Tibu was slightly startled and put the submachine gun back on the table.  "I don't quite understand what you mean." The young officer raised his left hand with only his thumb and index finger left, and crossed his fingers.  A soldier trotted over not far away, saluted, and stood still.  ¡°Show our friends what you know about this gun.¡± The young officer said expressionlessly.  The soldier saluted again, took out a piece of cloth and covered his eyes.  In a moment, the T-35 on the table was dismantled into a pile of original parts.  Immediately afterwards, he finished assembling the gun, and without taking off the blindfold, he fired three times in the distance.  The bottom of the stone cliff a hundred meters away.  Half of the dead tree roots exploded into debris that filled the sky.  "The perfect combination? The soldier's favorite?" The young officer stared into the arms dealer's eyes and said each word.  "The people who are most familiar with guns in this world will never be speculators like you. If you haven't crawled in the mud and water for days and nights with a gun, and personally exploded the heads of hundreds of Crusaders, you should never be fooled.  Although I am an expert, in your eyes, these metal gadgets are just tools to make money, but to us, they are a guarantee of life. " "I understand, I'm just used to it, please don't mind," Tibu said awkwardly.  laugh.  "So, if you still want to talk, you'd better talk to me about something practical. There are only twenty-four hours in a day, please believe that I value time more than you." The young officer raised his lips slightly, revealing a white mouth  teeth.  "This is the price list. Seven thousand T-35s. The price has not changed. It is 3% lower than the market price." Tibu had to take out the text he had prepared long ago.  "I want 15% off the current price." The young officer didn't even look at the stack of paper.  Tibu's eyes widened, as if the person sitting in front of him was not a business partner, but an enemy who had insulted his own mother. "I'm sorry, are you kidding me? 15% off? Why don't you kill me now and sell this batch of goods?"  Eat it without paying a penny!" "15% off," the young officer repeated calmly, "The Red Star Arsenal sold you this batch of arms, and we know exactly how much the oil you used in exchange came from.  It¡¯s not a secret that we came from this place. We have no relationship with the Red Star Arsenal, but it¡¯s not difficult to go to a neighboring country to blow up a few oil wells and force a certain party to sever relations with you.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it difficult for you to do this?  Not afraid of being nakedIs the color front disgraced?  "Tibu's face was covered with sweat. "If you really didn't think about anything, a guy like you who talks about friendship all day long, but whose bones are darker than coal, would be a dead person now.  The young officer stood up straight and said, "It is necessary to make money. There is nothing wrong with making more money from one-time business, but long-term cooperation requires sincerity."  Believe it or not, if I call out now and quote the price I want, I will only give orders to one company in the next few years, and even the most savvy old bird will fly a cargo plane over to suck my toes?  You are more than just us as a customer, and similarly, we are more than just you as a supplier.  If you are willing to sign the order, my assistant will continue the process with you.  By the way, my name is Lupoka, you'd better remember it.  " Looking at the paper and pen handed to him, the arms dealer, whose face was as pale as paper, suddenly felt that he might not really understand this resistance army that he had been dealing with for four or five years. " Driving cross-country in the endless wilderness  The feeling of a Jeep is like a swordfish swimming in the sea, without any restraint. You only need a general direction to take your hands off the steering wheel. The sharp bumps of the car at high speeds will make people feel as if they are violent.  On the back of the horse, the wind kept roaring in his ears, and the only sight was the vastness of the sky and the earth. After driving alone for nearly two hours, the first few ridges of the Takama Mountains were left behind.  In the central area of ??the Grand Canyon, the dry river bed has become the only passable road. The ruts that have been rolled over countless times are like the traces left by two giant pythons, and countless pebbles are piled on the edge of the river bed straight to the valley.  At the edge of a gap, Lupoka drove directly over and drove in. On the surface, it looked like it was just a weathered mountain crack, but when the jeep drove in, it just stopped.  There was a sudden explosion of spring twisting, and the ground actually rose up. A wide steel bracket carried the jeep body straight up the cliff, and it was pulled aside at the top. Lupoka returned the salute to the two secret sentries standing in the hiding place, and stepped on it vigorously.  I stepped on the accelerator. On top of the dangerous mountain cliffs, there was a vast world. It was like a platform carved out by the Creator. This high mountain was lined with concrete buildings pointing directly to the sky.  A stone castle stands majestically. Although the appearance of the castle is extremely crude, it is exceptionally majestic in such a lush green environment. The road that winds from the edge of the cliff to the stone castle is wide and flat, with both sides open.  It was the vast Fire Poppy Park. Lupoka drove the car without squinting until he entered the construction area. Looking around, he could see old, young, women and children flying kites everywhere among the houses.  , many strong men are working together to erect a TV antenna. It seems that this place is not much different from any other town, except that the anti-aircraft towers appear at intervals, giving a slight hint of jingo in the tranquility.  The breath of an iron horse passed a few children running across the road. Lupoka turned off the car and got out of the car in front of the guard booth. His expression changed slightly as he looked at the barrier on the roadside and the empty booth.  He quickly walked into the high wall outside the stone castle. Under the sun, this young man in uniform looked like a saber. Even his walking path was as straight as a ruler. As soon as he entered the gate, Lupoka stopped.  The square made of large stone slabs was crowded with soldiers, and it was almost impossible to find any space to move forward. On the second floor of the stone castle, a window was open, and a loudspeaker was poked out, and thousands of eyes were focused on it.  No one spoke there, only heavy and dull breathing. Mutiny? Instead, Lupoka calmed down, walked through the crowd little by little, entered the empty stone castle, and trotted up to the second floor.  Sting's study is not far ahead, with the door closed, and his bedroom and living room are on the same floor.  Among the entire Red Front, he was the only one who was allowed to live in this majestic building with the general and his family.  The Silver Star Hall, where daily discussions are held, is on the ground floor.  Generally speaking, except for the special guards, very few people will set foot above the second floor.  But at this moment, Lupoka saw no less than ten officers outside the study door.  "Lieutenant, please leave." One of the officers saw him from a distance and said.  "The First Chief of Staff asked me to come see him." Lupoka smiled shyly.  "Not now, he has a more important meeting, please go down and wait." Although the officer's words were polite, his eyes were cold, and his hand was already on the holster at his waist.  "Where are the brothers in the guard? You guys have asked me to go down, right?" Lupoka looked around and seemed to be intimidated by the opponent's momentum, and finally turned around angrily.  As soon as the officer took his hand off the holster, Lupoka looked like a nimble lynxLikewise, he turned around and pounced, clenched his incomplete left hand into a fist, and punched his chest fiercely.  There was a muffled sound of "pop", and a hole the size of a fist burst out of the clothes on the officer's back. He fell backwards in the air, knocking several other people into a gourd on the ground.  Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Lupoka had already drawn his pistol, slammed open the study door, and rushed in.  However, when he saw the situation inside clearly, he was immediately stunned - four colonels from the United Front Department of the Red Front were all gathered in this small small room. The moment the door was opened, they all had their guns in their hands.  There was a look of panic on their faces, and some showed murderous intent.  In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in addition to setting up the tweeter rails, there is also an easel.  A man with white hair is holding a paintbrush and painting something. His back is thin and straight. Even when he bends down to paint, he feels as if he is standing at an uneven height.  "Chief of Staff, the task you ordered has been completed." Lupoka reported loudly.  "Did Mr. Tibbs say that he brought me such and such a gift?" Gustin did not look back, but the cat at his feet glanced at the door and yawned.  "Yes, he said that." Lupoka straightened his body and saluted.  The officers outside the door were shouting angrily, but no one dared to follow them.  "After so many years, he is still the same. Even the way he approaches is too lazy to change." Gustin put the last stroke on the easel, took the white silk to wipe his hands, turned around and saw the young lieutenant standing with a gun.  , couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Put it away, put it away, who here is not higher in rank than you, is it your turn to grab him?" The first chief of staff has a delicate face, he looks like he is only in his thirties at most, and he is clearly a young man with white hair.  .  "Yes!" Lupoka immediately put away his gun and looked at the opponent with a look full of loyalty and respect.
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