Dreams are sometimes always ethereal and unreal.

Maybe a trace of spring dreams is gone, or maybe it can fly in the vast world, or even turn into a superman, punching and kicking anyone who doesn't like it.

But Peng San never had such a ridiculous dream.

Never before.

The roaring convertible military jeep roared towards the central area of ​​the garrison base. On the snow-covered road, armed personnel carriers were docked one by one, which was dazzling.

The entire armored vehicles of the armored division are arranged neatly for hundreds of meters long, covering the dark green under the snow, but they still make people feel their vitality and domineeringness from the heart.

Missiles, non-missiles, are displayed in the vast central garrison area, and the white is more than five meters long, representing terrifying lethality.

Gradually, the car slowed down and drove slowly. A colonel in his forties on the passenger seat turned around and started talking to Peng San.

"How do you think about it? Buy three and get one free."

fuck.

What do I want this ghost thing for?

I'm here to travel.

Peng San couldn't help but look at Zheng Zheng next to him. Now, he couldn't figure out whether he was dreaming.

If he is not dreaming, how could he enter the defending base openly? If he is not dreaming, how could he see these things?

Zheng Zheng was fine. After all, he had seen big scenes. He personally boarded the Allied main armored vehicle in Angola, but the good ones were limited.

A armored vehicle worth $300,000 is simply a bargain.

Cheap, really cheap.

Without thinking, Zheng Zheng made an OK gesture.

The co-pilot's college student, Chili, was so happy that a pile of scrap iron could sell for so much money.

Soon, the car drove into the anti-bombing bunker area in the center of the base. As the car stopped, the group walked to the bunker area.

A heavy mountain stone steel structure bunker, one of which had a huge steel gate open, and a dark green armed military helicopter was quietly parked inside the bunker.

The Mi-24 "Female Deer" armed helicopter can carry a large number of missiles, rockets, etc., and can also carry infantry to fight. It is a very fierce air killer.

Of course, that was before.

The current rice-24 "female deer" is a piece of pure scrap iron.

"Do you want to try it?"

Try it?

Peng San felt that his mind was about to be disconnected.

Can you try this too?

Twenty minutes later, the armed helicopter that had never been activated rose into the sky, and the sound of the propeller drove away the feeling of sleep, making people feel real.

"Man. Click here."

Under the guidance of the helicopter driver, Peng San moved his finger to a red button.

"That's right. It's here. Now, press."

As a traitor, Peng San clicked the red button, and then a 57mm rocket was launched. The strong launch speed caused the armed helicopter to be hit and it shook slightly.

boom--

The rocket hit the Gasang off-road vehicle two hundred meters away and was immediately blown up to the air, bursting with fiery red flames, and the surrounding doors and window glass were shattered. The violent explosion sound swept through the air waves and stirred up a burst of thick smoke. The air waves also brought the high heat generated during the explosion, making people feel the horror of destroying everything personally.

This is really not a dream.

Everything happened so quickly, almost in the blink of an eye.

Peng San couldn't help swallowing the saliva in his mouth. He didn't know if he was crazy or the world was crazy. This is the most powerful country. He actually played with a gun helicopter here like playing with toys, and even pressed the rocket launcher with his own hands. It's so weird...

"Brother. You have also seen the effect. $200,000, no discount."

“Ok.”

"Ha ha......"

“…”

The colonel laughed happily, and the joy in his eyes was clearly visible.

The forty-five years of Cold War plunged the East and the West into a fierce arms race and confrontation. After the Star Wars, it created the most powerful weapon in human history.

However, the war never really broke out.

In the No. 4 weapon warehouse, the Nikov submachine guns are densely packed on the weapon stand, and the dark gun body reflects a faint luster under the light, making people feel shocking.

But Poppy couldn't feel any shock, only unspeakable surprises.

The environment can often determine a person's ideals.

Boris, Alimovich Curishenko's father, was a Jewish man. He and his wife lived in Georgia. Boris was their only son.

Bobby's childhood dream was to become a factory manager, which meant that he could gain respect and special power from people. In the case of a planned economy and a shortage economy, these respects and privileges were extremely specific and vivid, and it could mean bread and milk, or it could mean cars and big houses.

On the other side, there are endless queues for shopping and various allocations of bills.

In order to realize this dream, Poppy wanted to become an elite under the existing social situation and the rules of the game. He has been a good child since he was a child.

Until, the Georgian civil war broke out.

Poppy's parents died in the war.

Since then, Poby Alimovich Curishenko's ideal has changed.

He wanted to become a rich man because he felt that the reason why the civil war broke out was poverty, and poverty had no right to survive.

There are so many guns, as long as they are sold, they are all money.

"Uncle. How many guns are there?"

How many guns?

There are too many equipment for each warehouse and a battalion, and it is impossible for the naked eye to count it out at once.

Demich Curishenko took a sip of wine, picked up the custodian and took a look.

"Fifty thousand."

Poppy was stunned and didn't believe what Old Curishenko said.

"There are fifty thousand pieces? I think there must be no fifty thousand pieces, and it looks pitiful. At most, there are only ten thousand pieces."

Old Curryshenko couldn't help but wonder if he was drunk and misread. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the statistics again.

fifty thousand.

"That's right. It's indeed 50,000, which was counted not long ago. It's not wrong."

Poppy was amused by the seriousness of old Curishenko.

"Uncle. We say so much is as much as we say. Who knows there will be a difference?"

“…”

Old Curryshenko was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Poppy sighed helplessly.

"One battalion has only 10,000 guns, and your inventory is pitifully small. I think it's time for you to go to the factory to order."

“…”

Jews have an obsession with wealth that ordinary people cannot understand.

As Soros said, among the Jewish crowd, never borrow money from relatives or friends, even if they have big gold teeth inlaid in their mouths.

Walking out of the weapon warehouse and looking at the Gas off-road vehicle that was blown to pieces, Poppy Alimovich Curishenko felt crazy.

It was an old car he bought for 5,000 rubles. Although it was a bit worn, its performance has always been very good. Now it has turned into a ball of burnt scrap iron.

"Damn Ravic, this is my car, how could you let them blow it up."

He stared at the eyes, and his veins were exposed on his neck, and he roared.

Poppy's acting skills can be said to be impeccable.

But as an agent, the basic skill is to see through other people's hearts.

Peng Er simply opened the suitcase he had been carrying.

The empty suitcase is one kilogram, and now there are five kilograms. Inside are full of stacks of neat dark green banknotes.

Dollar.

All are US dollars.

A full million dollars.

In an instant, Bobby's eyes were full of green. He hugged Peng Er excitedly and said sincerely.
To be continued...