Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

43. Arms Trading

Planet Tatooine, a desert on the outskirts of the northwest district of Mos Eisley.

“Almost got it.” Yuri Orlov skillfully fiddled with the Type 21 assault rifle in his hands, his sunglasses reflecting the fierce sunlight of the Tatooine Desert, and a cigarette in his mouth, “The bar That guy in there, Bothan, was with Broderick Gravel, and yesterday he was looking for someone to buy a big gun, but no one sold him.”

“Yeah, he must be getting pushed out of here. “Vitaly Orlov is also wearing sunglasses and holding a bottle of green refreshing drink. “Aren’t you worried that after you sell him the weapon, his enemies will come to you?”

“If he If the enemy of the enemy comes to me, I will just talk to them about the price of this M247 general purpose machine gun.” Yuri took a puff of cigarette, kicked the T-850 behind him, and held a 12.7mm caliber in his hand. , but the structure is very compact and lightweight machine gun.

“I don’t think they’ll talk to you about this.” Vitaly shook her head.

“Vitaly, Vitaly…that’s your problem.” Yuri shook the cigarette between two fingers, “Have you ever seen anyone who sells weapons to only one party? Of course there is. , but such people have gone to hell. Only sell to one side, and the other side will have enough reason to kill you, but if both sides sell…hehe…”

“That’s Both sides have enough reasons to kill you.” Vitaly snapped back.

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

“FuckyouVitaly! Bring that person to me now! Immediately, immediately, now!” Yuri cursed, stepped forward and snatched the drink from Vitaly’s hand, each minding their own business drinking it A big mouthful.

“Me? Alone? Looking for that Bothan?” Vitaly was stunned, “You know it took me half a day to accept that these weird guys are also ‘humans’! Now let me do business alone with those guys who look like upright poodles? Give me a T-850!”

“Are you funny? You take a battle droid to do business with people Who will talk to you like this. Listen, just like we used to, we’ll work together – you, bring people here, I, sell big guns, and send a case of ammunition for every ten guns, old customer For 10% off, I can get him a drink of this blue glowing drink, that’s all.”

“Don’t even think about it! Fuckyou, Yuri! you are pushing me into the fire pit!”

Yuri sighed, walked over and hugged Vitaly’s shoulders, and put the little drink in his hand back into his hand, “Listen to me Vitaly, we board this mothership, all we want is to start a New life, Administrator gave us this opportunity too. And now, listen, the war sweeping across the galaxy! How many fucking people are in this galaxy? Even if 1% of the people are equipped with our weapons, what would it be like The result? You’ll find out that everything was fucking shit!”

“I know what you mean, but…”

“If we don’t move forward, we Never know the outcome, what do you say my brother. Brotherinarms…”

“Brotherinarms…” Vitaly punched Yuri lightly in the shoulder, “Okay okay, I’ll try But you have to come and save me anytime!”

“No problem.”

Vitaly gulped down her drink and moved towards the chaotic shantytown. walked over. The group of Bothans were drinking under a tattered tent and scolding the street loudly with Bothese. Everyone around them was disrespectful, for fear of being caught by this group of outlaws and venting their anger.

Vitaly walked over cautiously, pretending to be harmless, rubbing her hands in an unskilled Galactic Standard and saying, “That, gun! Big gun! I have it!”

” Let me die! Useless pink-skinned monkey! One second later, I will unscrew your head and put it in Bantha’s ass!” A Bothan with a scar on his face showed a hideous look.

Vitaly has the heart to cry now, but still Brace oneself continued: “I have a gun, you can’t buy it except me!”

“You fucking come here. Amuse me?” The leader Scar slammed out a bright machete and moved towards Vitaly. Although Bothan was shorter than a human, it was obvious that the group had been licking blood for a long time, and the imposing manner was very terrifying. .

Vitaly step by step back and continued: “I sell guns, kill me, those guns will shoot you!”

“Do you really have guns?” Scar stared at Vitaly and said.

“There are guns! Lots of guns! As long as you have the money.”

“Where?”

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

Scar grabbed Vitaly’s collar, the sharp machete pressed against his waist, and said fiercely: “Lead the way!”

desert on the outskirts of Mos Eisley Behind a rock in the sky, Yuri Orlov took a telescope and saw that Vitaly was walking towards this side by the few Bothans with knives, and said to himself: “Good job brother. You! Follow me! You, and you, Put your rifle on and ambush on both sides!”

Three T-850s nibbled and immediately followed suit.

…

The group of Bothans brought Vitaly over and saw Yuri Orlov in a suit, leather shoes and sunglasses sitting on more than ten ammunition boxes next to them. A row of Type 21 assault rifles. A T-850 was standing behind him.

“Looks like business is coming, haha. Welcome, my name is Yuri Orlov, an ordinary businessman.” Yuri didn’t stand up either, and laughed with open arms and a cigarette. His eyes never caught on Vitaly.

“Are these your guns?” Scar Bothan pushed Vitaly one.

“That’s right. I heard you want guns, and I happen to have a batch. If you can afford the money, then we can talk.” Yuri Orlov dropped the cigarette butt in his hand.” Get that irrelevant guy away, let’s have a good talk.”

Scar twisted Vitaly in front of him and swiped his machete lightly on him, “So this guy Just an unimportant little character? Then you shouldn’t mind if I kill him, right?”

Yuri smiled slightly, “Of course I mind, he sent a message for me and took my money, now if you want It’s ominous for me to die because of this. Because I’m a businessman, I don’t want you to die after a deal with me, right. So if you kill him, I feel like this There’s nothing to do with a business.”

“What if I kill you too?” Scar pointed the machete at Yuri.