The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

43. Arms trade

Planet Tatooine, in the Gobi on the outskirts of Northwest Mos Eisley.

"Almost figured it out." Yuri Orlov skillfully fiddled with the Type 21 assault rifle in his hand, his sunglasses reflecting the fierce sunlight of the Tatooine Desert, and a cigarette in his mouth, "In the bar That Bossa guy was with Broderick-Stone, and yesterday he was looking for someone to buy a big gun, but no one sold him."

"That's right, he must be being crowded out by the people here." Vitaly Orlov also wore sunglasses and held a bottle of green refreshing drink, "You don't have to worry about selling your weapons to him, His enemies came to look for you too?"

"If his enemies come to me, I'll just talk to them about the price of this M-427 general-purpose machine gun." Yuri took a cigarette and kicked the T-850 behind him, holding a A 12.7mm caliber, but a very compact and lightweight machine gun.

"I don't think they will talk to you about this." Vitaly shook his head.

"Vitaly, Vitali...that's your problem." Yuri shook the cigarette between his two fingers, "Have you ever seen anyone who sells weapons to only one party? Of course, but People like this have gone to hell. Only sell to one side, and the other side will have enough reasons to kill you, but if you sell both sides... hehe..."

"That is, there are enough reasons for both sides to kill you." Vitali snorted back.

When Yuri Orlov shook his hand, the cigarette fell and landed on his trousers. He hurriedly shook the cigarette off, but there was still a small hole in the trouser leg.

"Fuckyou Vitaly! Now bring that person to me! Immediately, immediately, now!" Yuri scolded, stepped forward and snatched the drink from Vitaly's hand and drank it on his own. Big mouth.

"Me? Alone? Going for that Bossa?" Vitali was stunned. "You know it took me half a day to accept that these weird guys are also 'humans'! Now let me Doing business alone with that group of upright poodles? Give me a T-850!"

"Are you funny? You bring a combat robot to talk business with people? So who will talk to you. Listen, just like we used to, we will cooperate well - you, bring people here, I, bring Big guns are sold, a case of ammunition for every ten guns, a 10% discount for an old customer, and I can treat him to a drink of this blue glowing drink, that’s all.”

"Don't even think about it! Fuckyou, Yuri! You're pushing me into the fire pit!"

Yuri sighed, walked over and hugged Vitaly's shoulder, and put the few drinks left in his hand back into his hand, "Listen to me, Vitaly, we board this mothership, all we want is Start a new life, and the administrators gave us that opportunity. And now, listen, the war sweeping across the galaxy! How many **** people are in this galaxy? Even if one percent of the people are equipped with our weapons, it will What's the result? You'll find out that everything was **** shit!"

"I know what you mean, but..."

"If we don't move forward, we will never know the outcome, what do you say my brother. Brotherinarms..."

"Brotherinarms..." Vitaly punched Yuri lightly on the shoulder, "Okay, okay, I'll try. But you have to come and save me at any time!"

"no problem."

Vitaly drank the drink in his hand, gathered up his courage and walked towards the chaotic shanty town. The group of Bosa people were drinking and cursing loudly in Bosa under a tattered tent. Everyone around them was disrespectful, for fear that they would be caught by this group of desperadoes and vent their anger.

Vitaly walked over carefully, pretending to be harmless, rubbing his hands and saying in unskilled galactic standard language: "That, gun! Big gun! I have it!"

"Give it to Lao Tzu! Useless pink-skinned monkey! One second later, I will unscrew your head and stuff it into Banza's ass!" A Bosa man with a scar on his face showed a ferocious expression.

Vitali has the heart to cry now, but he still bites the bullet and continues: "I have a gun, but you can't buy it except me!"

"What the **** are you here to entertain me?" The leader Scar pulled out a bright machete and approached Vitaly. Although the Bosa people are shorter than humans, this group of people is obviously a long-term The blood came out of the knife, and the momentum was very terrifying.

Vitali stepped back step by step and continued: "I sell guns, kill me, those guns will shoot you!"

"Do you really have a gun?" Scar said, staring at Vitaly.

"There are guns! A lot of guns! As long as you have money."

"where?"

"In the suburbs, not far, come with me."

Scar grabbed Vitali by the collar, the sharp machete pressed against his waist, and said fiercely, "Lead the way!"

Behind a rock in the Gobi on the outskirts of Mos Eisley~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Yuri Orlov took a telescope and saw that Vitaly was approached by the Bosa men with knives. He said to himself: "Good job bro. You! Follow me! You, and you, bring sniper rifles and ambushed on both sides!"

The three T-850s nodded and immediately followed suit.

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The group of Bosa people brought Vitali over, and they saw Yuri Orlov in a suit and sunglasses, sitting on more than a dozen ammunition boxes, with a row of Type 21 assault rifles next to them. A T-850 was standing behind him.

"It looks like a business has come, haha. Welcome, my name is Yuri Orlov, an ordinary businessman." Yuri didn't stand up either, he opened his hands and laughed loudly with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes never glanced at Vitaly.

"Are these your guns?" Scar Bossa pushed Vitaly.

"That's right. I heard that you want guns, and I happen to have a batch. If you can afford the money, then we can talk." Yuri Orlov threw the cigarette **** in his hand, "put that irrelevant Get rid of the important guy, let's have a good talk."

Scar twisted Vitaly in front of him, and gently swiped on him with a machete, "So this guy is just an unimportant little character? Then you shouldn't mind if I kill him?"

Yuri smiled slightly, "Of course I don't mind. He sent a message for me and took my money. Now if I want to die because of this, it is very unlucky for me. Because I am a businessman, I naturally don't want to. You made a deal with me and died, didn't you. So if you kill him, I don't think there's much to do with the business."

"Then how about I kill you too?" Scar pointed the machete at Yuri.

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