Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 750 - 750 417 Sorry, He Gave Too Much!2

750: Chapter 417: Sorry, He Gave Too Much!_2 750: Chapter 417: Sorry, He Gave Too Much!_2 “Did we quote too high a price?”

“But let it be, if Ah Mou goes out and still bargains when buying things, wouldn’t that be too much of a loss of face?”

Prince Shahebut was holding Vic’s hand, calling him brother.

Only he knew how difficult life had been.

The R-14 dium-range missile is old, but many countries don’t have the capability to build them, and…

there are so things you can’t buy even if you have the money.

Do you think the United States would sell its latest weapons to the Soviet Union?

That’s impossible.

Though it’s unclear why xico had R-14 dium-range missiles, who cares, as long as they are willing to sell, that’s all that matters.

“We also request that you provide regular maintenance and guidance on how to launch them,” Prince Shahebut gripped Vic’s hand tightly, “Of course, we won’t let you work for free, half a million per person per year, we need 300 people, and we want to start with a three-year contract.”

There goes another 45 million.

Vic really wanted to ask, brother, are you really that rich?

“Human civilization needs mutual help, we’re glad to help the people of the United Arab Emirates in maintaining their own security, no problem, is 300 people enough?

I’ll give you 500.”

Prince Shahebut’s eyes lit up, “Thank you, so how should we make the paynt?

Cash or transfer?”

As if fearing that xico would go back on their word, to pay first.

“How about half and half?”

“That’s possible, I will call back ho imdiately, and have them prepare the money, when do we take the goods?”

“Ship it out tomorrow, don’t worry, we promise safe escort, our navy will dispatch an escort.”

Prince Shahebut was taken aback, “Won’t this be discovered by the United States?”

“No worries, they won’t dare say anything, if they have any objections, they can co to ,” Vic waved his hand nonchalantly.

The people from the UAE looked at each other, all seeing a bit of helplessness in each other’s eyes.

So, is xico’s status in North Arica really that high?

“Then we’ll trouble you with this.”

“It’s nothing.”

With such a big deal, Vic definitely wanted to treat him to a good al, calling over President Cuauhtémoc, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Vice Admiral of the Air Force Zolf Sherman, and Goebbels for company, those people were originally in the canteen, all clueless when they were summoned.

But when Casare ntioned that a tycoon spent 4 billion on arms, everyone eting Prince Shahebut was all smiles.

Money indeed can fill people with smiles.

Just because the Arabs’ doctrine forbids drinking alcohol, everyone just exchanged complints at the banquet table, especially Goebbels, full of fighting spirit, praising the other side as the cradle of civilization, even raising his hand and claiming Jerusalem belongs to them!

Vic sat quietly by the side, only sighing to himself, all the people under him are so capable.

In the end, everyone was happy with the visit, and when leaving, Prince Shahebut kept giving thumbs up.

Vic and the others smiled and waved as the guests left.

Casare smacked his lips, “These Arabs really can chat,” and then extended his finger, his entire person slightly excited, “4 billion US dollars, we hit the jackpot!”

“Look at how you’ve got no ambition,” Vic pointed at him and laughed out loud, “Do you know what industry makes the most money?”

“Dealing with lives!”

Vic didn’t wait for them to respond and started counting on his fingers, “There are three extrely profitable industries in the world: drugs, costics, and arms.

Drugs are used to deceive oneself, costics to deceive others.

Only arms are the most honest, honest just like the trajectory of an AK-47.”

“They are held in the hands of warlords, terrorists, autocrats, and even 14-year-old scouts, then honestly fire bullets without overheating or jamming.”

“The R-14s we sell, even if you launch them with your foot, you could start a war.”

He lit a cigarette for himself, tugged at his slightly tight tie, “Those sitting high on the throne at the United Nations, while calling for war, also supply weapons to every battleground, do you know?

They five people account for 97% of the global arms business, especially the United States, where a single Lockheed Company can have a higher GDP than all of xico’s finances.”

Vic said this, took a harsh drag of his cigarette, red-eyed, “4 billion for 40 missiles, this business is simply too profitable, I think, we should also sell large weapons to the world.”

xico actually does export, except that what’s sold is all rubbish.

Even if you sell AKs and hand grenades to death, you won’t make much money.

They cannot compare to the price of a single missile.

“But we don’t have any exclusive weapons to monopolize, our competitive edge is quite small,” said Zorff Sherman, the military vice admiral in charge.

“Currently, our military factories are producing over a dozen types of weapons, including the BGM-109 Tomahawk cruise missile, the NATO-nicknad AA-11 Archer R-73 short-range air-to-air missile, and the Eastern Thunderbolt-9, among others.

Recently, we’ve also obtained so Arican equipnt and have started production.

As long as we price low, we can outcompete the United States,” Casare added from the side.

Digging out so many scientists from the Soviet Union has been useful, and we’ve gotten hold of quite a few important blueprints.

Of course, we couldn’t physically bring them over, so we restored them from photographs instead.

Soone mimics my face, soone my legs, and hey, now there’s soone copying my “bullets”!

“Our military and heavy industries are, to so extent, different from those of many countries, most notably because we lack skilled workers.

Hence, we need to provide students with a good employnt environnt, so they can shine in various fields in the future, which is an important step for national developnt.”

“But before that, we could position our military industry as ‘imitators.’ Whatever latest thing the world has, we copy (until we accumulate enough points), slap our own label on it, and isn’t that enough?

After all, the explosive power is the sa.”

Good grief, it’s truly deafening.

Copycatting…

A few glances were exchanged.

Copycatting then, so be it!

4 billion US dollars earned, everyone’s got money, who needs freaking face.

One word.

Do it!

“Let’s establish a military business departnt under the Departnt of Defense, it will be managed by…” Victor’s gaze swept across, finally settling on the disgruntled-looking Cuauhtémoc, “You’re in charge.”

Mr.

President was surprised at first.

He always positioned himself quite upright, understanding fully well what he was doing – just being a puppet.

But he was satisfied.

Victor hadn’t treated him unjustly.

As long as he did not co into conflict with the military, he had the final say in civil matters, and the cooperation was very comfortable.

Victor chose him because, after all, he had been wounded for xico, still carrying shrapnel in his body, his loyalty was beyond question.

Naturally, Victor was willing to saddle him with more responsibility.

“Alright,” Cuauhtémoc nodded, not refusing, just responding very steadily.

“Let’s go back and have a little drink to celebrate.”

…

Virginia, Williamsburg, on a lawn.

The Democratic Party’s gubernatorial candidate, Miles Adams, stood on the stage, attacking his opponent Bramo Ramsfield, “He’s like an imbecile.

If it weren’t for his father, I wouldn’t know how soone with his IQ could have made it into an institution of higher learning.”

“So people in the newspapers claid I sexually assaulted three ladies at a party, and most importantly, said I have a serious flashing problem.

We have my videos, often pulling out my stuff for no reason in various places, jerking off, haha, I solemnly swear, that is absolutely not , just the dark background makes look like that.”

“The Republican idiots love to do this.

Bramo surely went back to his father, the Minister of Defense, and said, ‘Daddy, look, they are taking away my toy.'” Miles Adams mimicked a baby’s voice as he spoke, and the surrounding supporters laughed heartily.

They really liked Miles Adams’ humor.

He raised his hand, holding several papers, “I have evidence of the Rumsfeld family’s corruption, a total of 145 cases.

I’ll release these, and then let you see how disgusting their faces are!”

In front of the TV, Bramo’s face was turning green.

He looked at a tall man beside him, “Jason, what about your operation?”

Jason Bourne, now appointed the Director of the North Arican Affairs Intelligence Bureau, looked back with a smile that appeared almost like crying.

He extended his hand in the shape of a gun and took aim at Miles Adams, who was speaking eloquently on TV.

“biu!”

He made a gunshot sound with his mouth.

Bramo’s expression stiffened.

What are you playing at?

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed from the TV, and he looked sharply over to see his rival fall to the ground!

His skull seed to have flown off.

Bramo’s pupils shrank.

“Don’t worry, xicans keep their word!” Jason Bourne said calmly, pretending to shoot.

…