San Diego's 840 square kilometers are enough to harbor dirt and evil.

No one would have thought that Edward's warehouse would be located in the fire station opposite the police station!

No one would have thought of it, right?

Even the bold Tomanbi looked at him with eyes full of "admiration" and couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you afraid of being reported here?"

"Then bribe them all."

Edward smiled and said, "There may be enemies in the world that the U.S. dollar cannot defeat, but it is definitely not possible in the United States."

"Let's go." He still held a cigar in his hand. Perhaps he had informed him that everyone in the fire station had "passively" left the house, and even the guard dog was taken away.

Edward pressed the key of the electronic door and saw several closed warehouses slowly lifting up.

An industrial atmosphere comes out of the shop!

"You choose it yourself. After you've made your choice, I'll calculate the price." He said to Gao Jun, then turned to look at Tomanbi, "Would you like to have a cup of coffee?"

The latter glanced at Gao Jun and nodded.

The two bosses went upstairs, and Edward left a helper behind.

Gao Jun couldn't wait to walk in and took out an assault rifle from the cabinet inside.

"Model: AR-15, Caliber: 5.56mm, Loading: 20 (expandable), Manufacturer: Colt Company, Cost price: US$678, Purchase price: US$1,158, Suggested selling price: US$2,130, real-time price

Fluctuation: 1, Madrid 2,778 US dollars, 2, Tijuana 2,678 US dollars, 3, Amsterdam 2,398 US dollars.”

"Estimated price of second-hand weapons: 977 US dollars!"

Gao Jun blinked and saw that he was right. This weapon was not new, but second-hand. He had already cut it in half in his mind, paying 400 US dollars, and he would shout this later.

This gun is like a woman, she was shy at first, but then, good guy, she is more experienced than you and has no experience with bt at all.

Bad review!

If this were Amsterdam's red light district, I'd report it to you.

However, Edward is indeed very powerful. He can actually get these second-hand guns. Moreover, the guns have been re-oiled and repaired. They look new and can be sold directly in gun stores.

There must be a huge arms supply chain behind him!

It is even possible to open a factory.

"Hey, Gao, look what I found!" Paul, who was searching for treasures in the warehouse on the other side, shouted with joy in his tone.

Gao Jun put away his gun and walked to the next door.

I saw Paul carrying a...bazooka on his shoulder?

"FIM-43! I was not born when it was built." Paul patted the old antique in his hand and said with a smile.

"Maybe your dad hasn't grown up yet." Gao Jun said with a smile, taking it from the other party's hand, "Can this thing still be used?"

Paul raised his middle finger.

"The outdated model may not be suitable for use on modern military fighters, but it is still quite good for fighting commercial airliners. The 1.06 kilogram fragmentation explosion can still cause a certain amount of damage. Africans like to use it to fight infantry."

"Do you think the Kuwaitis want it?" he asked, looking up.

"This is much more powerful than a rifle. If we sell it at a cheaper price, someone will definitely want it. How many more are there?"

Paul turned around and counted, "There are 5 boxes left, about 15 guns, and 7 boxes of shells."

"Buy all these. The price is: 200 for a FIM-43. Let's not mention the shells. Edward will give them to us."

Paul held a notebook in his hand and wrote down what the two of them needed.

"Also I saw AR-15, you wrote $600."

Gao Jun stood aside and watched the other person write and scribble. The pen was not very good, so he swung it hard and held it outside his mouth and let out a sigh.

"I'm looking to see if there are any other old antiques. As long as they can launch, it's none of our business whether they kill people or not."

"You are such a profiteer!" Paul said.

"If the chamber is exploded, we can also provide alcohol and iodophor. Kuwaitis are not short of money."

Dog capitalist!

The two of them were busy picking and picking for more than an hour, and the book was filled with everything.

"Okay, Gao, there's enough here." Paul looked at the pile above and paused, "We don't seem to be able to pay that much at once. There are 400,000 US dollars here."

Gao Jun seemed very calm.

"Then let's go on credit. Business is all about the capital chain. We haven't repaid the original cost yet and we owe the supplier the final payment. Isn't this normal? Paul, you have to know that the people who care about you the most in the world are not your parents.

, but the creditor, he is the person who least wants you to die."

"Will Edward allow it?"

"Isn't Tomambi here? He's here to vouch for us. Okay, let's go." Gao Jun pushed Paul's shoulder, walked out of the warehouse, and looked back twice.

How great would it be if these were all yours?

"Are you ready? Yuri." Edward's accompanying boy was squatting in the flower bed outside and was bored. When he saw them coming out, he jumped up and said.

"Okay, take me to see Edward."

The younger brother nodded, closed the warehouse, and led them to the second floor of the fire station, to the chief's office.

The door was open, and Edward and Tommenby were chatting animatedly inside. The former, who was facing the door, saw them coming up and said with a smile, "Have you chosen?"

Paul handed over the notebook in his hand, "Here is our inventory, as well as our prices. Take a look."

"Drink a glass of water first, Mallory, and go next door to get two bottles of mineral water."

The younger brother responded.

Edward felt very happy when he saw the densely packed cargo list. He read each item carefully, and gradually... his expression became like a pot.

When he saw the price of the AR-15, he really couldn't help it, "High, this price is too low, the AR-15 assault rifle costs 600 US dollars? If it were this price, I would rather throw them into the Atlantic Ocean.

At least the shark won't play tricks on me."

"Mr. Edward, these are second-hand guns."

The other party's voice broke and he shook his head, "The bullets from the second-hand pistol can still kill people."

"But the value of the product itself has changed. Customers are all mysophobic. They would rather spend more dollars to buy a new one than a second-hand one. Are you willing to buy a second-hand car?" Gao Jun asked Paul after this.

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"Of course I don't want to. I feel sick when I think about a pair of doggy men and women who don't know what they are doing inside." Paul replied immediately and seriously.

Although his car is second-hand and cost 1,600 US dollars.

But who wouldn’t tell lies with open eyes?

"I saw that the covers, firing pins, and safety bolts have all been replaced, and there are quite a few of them. They were dismembered and pieced together haphazardly, and their souls have long been missing. For $600, I think the price is just right."

Edward seems to be constipated.

Of course he knows what kind of virtue his goods are.

It looks good, but some of the accessories inside are not from regular manufacturers. Who knows how many rounds the effective bullets can have, and there is no guarantee that the chamber will explode.

Although this rarely happens.

"Mr. Edward, you should clean up the warehouse. Kuwait has been beaten, which means a new war is coming. Maybe the United States will join the war. We should have a good meal at this time. If you don't sell to me, you can only sell to me."

Others may have a higher price than me, but when will they wait? One month? Two months? Or three months?”

"At that time, when the war is over, these of yours will rot in the warehouse."

This is pure fart.

Canned beef will expire, but weapons will never expire!

People would shoot bullets over that expired can of beef.

"Are you going to Kuwait?" He instantly caught the message in the other person's words.

"I really don't want to face war. I hate violence, but unfortunately, my business can only bring me close to war." Gao Jun spread his hands.

Edward glanced at him and said lightly, "God bless you."

"As long as I make money, I will donate to a church in Africa."

"These prices are too low. I can't explain it. If you increase it by 10% on the original basis, that's the price I can give you."

"Calculate the price first," Edward said.

"It says below." Paul pointed to the corner below and saw the words: "387,987 US dollars."

"I've figured it all out."

"This is just our first business. The war can't end so soon, and I can't stop." Gao Jun watched Edward start to draw the pie, "I'll get some goods first to create sales."

The other party reluctantly believed this nonsense.
To be continued...