Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Orlov was worthy of being called the King of War. No matter how unpopular or unbelievable Ron's request was, everything was sent to the warehouse below his office early the next morning.

Thanks to Leto's master craftsman skills and some creative videos of the Serian guerrillas he had seen in his previous life, Ron was able to complete all the modifications of all the civilian-turned-military units.

A remote-controlled tarpaulin cover was installed on the back of another Ford pickup truck. Under the tarpaulin, four Chinese steel pipes welded together were filled with four unrecognizable gas tanks.

After the round warhead is filled with existing gas, a booster filled with fertilizer and sugar is welded to the butt, plus the cheapest grenade on the market is used as a fuse.

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The most cost-effective guerrilla artifact from the Middle East on the modern battlefield was completed. Orlov's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he couldn't help but clapped loudly.

"OH MY GOD! Ron, you are truly the most amazing person I have ever met. You know what you used to create this weapon..." Orlov didn't know how to classify this weapon for a moment, but fortunately Ron immediately gave it to him. he reminded.

"Bazooka, yes, this is a rocket launcher."

"Yes, this is the rocket launcher you built. Do you know how scary its material cost is? It's less than fifty US dollars each, and the most unbelievable thing is that its most expensive cost is actually the shells.

But even so, the cost of a single rocket is less than forty dollars! Do you know what this means? "

This batch of steel pipes and gas tanks was urgently called by Orlov after he received the call and went through a lot of trouble.

Because Ron wanted it too urgently, he had no time to buy it from China. The steel pipes came from various construction sites in Los Angeles, and the gas tanks came from Chinese restaurants in Chinatown.

After finally getting these supplies, Orlov couldn't hold back his curiosity and drove them over himself. He wanted to confirm what his old customer planned to do with these supplies.

"What does it mean?" Ron replied absently.

"It means I can't sell my arms!" Orlov said depressedly: "Hell, I should kill you now! Otherwise, after having these things, fools will continue to buy arms from me."

"Come on, come on." Ron pouted: "These are just cheap civilian-to-military modifications. Compared with real weapons, their power and accuracy are not even close to that of real weapons. They can be exploded by real weapons in a matter of minutes." Not even a scum is left.

The only advantage is probably that it is cheap. If I have to add another advantage, it is that it is easier to conceal and difficult to trace afterwards. "

Olof still didn't feel happy because of Ron's words: "No, you are wrong. Just the fact that it is cheap is enough. Who do you think the customers who come to me to buy arms are? They are basically small businessmen in Africa. warlord.

Big arms buyers like India, who are stupid and have a lot of money, will only deal with the Ministry of National Defense. The money has been made by the big guys in Congress. How can I have any share? "

"That's not true, is it?"

"Why not?" Orlov rolled his eyes angrily and continued to complain: "Do you know? Most of them can't even afford the cheapest arms!"

"Then you still do their business? You can't go to Africa to do charity, right?"

"Of course I have to do it. Although they won't give me US dollars, thank God that there are diamond mines everywhere in the backwoods of Africa. Usually the warlords will use these to settle the bill with me, and then I will take the diamonds to Debius Company to exchange into US dollars.

Otherwise, I guess they would just trade with me using livestock from the fields and women kidnapped from Asia. God knows what use I would have in accepting these? ! "

"Or would you like to consider selling some steel pipes and gas tanks specifically to Africa?" Upon hearing this, Ron rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea to make a fortune.

"I'm willing to teach you these modification techniques, and give you a call at the smuggling port. It's considered a technology investment, and you can sell these things there in large quantities. These things have nothing to do with arms, and they can just help You get rid of those Interpol investigations.

You can even openly have your cargo ship send it from a regular port. "

"OMG! I have to say it again O! M! G! Ron, you are really a genius. Fortunately, your profession is an agent. If you also become an arms dealer, I will be unemployed and go home in a minute!"

When Orlov was reminded by Ron, his eyes lit up again, and he immediately sensed new business opportunities.

As he himself said, his arms business is not as good as everyone seems. Most of the arms purchased by warlords are basically old firearms that were eliminated by the Soviet Union in the last century.

After deducting the kickbacks to the military and the shipping costs, it was just hard money.

Of course the warlords needed heavy firepower, but when they asked about the price, they could only shake their heads. At most, they would purchase a batch of individual rocket launchers as a supplement to heavy firepower.

As for weapons like the one made by Ron, which are low-priced and can be used intensively to cover a certain area with large-scale firepower, it is even more elusive!

"No, it's nothing. The technology here is not worth mentioning at all. You can just find any technician to handle it. All I can provide you is a layer of protection."

At this point, Ron's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Of course, everything is based on the premise that you pay taxes legally, do you understand? Olof."

"Of course I understand, I don't want to anger the adult behind you." Orlov shrugged helplessly, but his displeasure was immediately diluted by the joy of new business opportunities:

"How about we find a place to have a drink now? How about determining the tax rate for these 'industrial goods'?"

Ron looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and shook his head: "Thank you very much for your proposal, but I'm afraid it won't work today. As you can see, I still have some work to do, and I can't leave my true identity behind."

"Hell, you're not going to drag me into some unexplainable incident again, are you?" Orlov felt a little bad, because he got all of Ron's equipment.

"Hahaha~ Of course not." Ron smiled to cover up his embarrassment, but his smile was not sincere at all and only made Orlov feel cold all over.

"But if you are not busy recently, I suggest you take the nearest flight and fly to any place that is not affected by the CIA. For example, China is good. You can also stop by the manufacturer to see if you can buy it on a large scale. Discount."

"Damn it! You actually plan to use what I sold you to get the CIA!" Orlov's eyes widened: "I take back what I just said, Ron, you are really a swindler!"