"Here are the documents you asked for!"
"Thanks!"
"Is that all you need to say thank you?"
"Understood, thank you!"
"Heartless man!"
"This is your fault, Ms. Parker. You wanted to make a bet with me. So as a gentleman who respects the wishes of ladies, I deducted your salary. Is that normal?"
"Then you can't deduct it in batches?"
"cannot!"
Shepard smiled as he watched Helen slam the door and leave, and then opened the file in his hand. Speaking of which, Parker came to work at his place. The biggest gain for Shepard was not only the addition of a tall vase measuring 1.77 meters that is eye-catching. He could even ask the other party to do other things for him in private, such as using her brother's connections in MI6 to check the background of the arms dealer from South Africa.
Of course, magic and miracles are not free, and the intelligence from MI6 is not cheap. The consulting fee of one thousand two hundred yuan per time is enough for Shepard to hire forty Korean Smectas to guard his door for a month, but well With that five thousand yuan bet, the price is that Parker will not want to go to Kinshasa's Western restaurant this month.
"How about I ask Emil to learn how to look up to the Starry Sky Sect?"
Seeing Helen's raised middle finger, Shepard immediately decided to do just that, and immediately implemented the stargazing party as an item in the buffet.
The intelligence from MI6 also verified Shepard's judgment from the side. As a secret military intelligence agency, the National Cooperation Agency has been targeted by the South African Parliament and requested to restrict their actions. For this reason, many officials have been cut off. funding.
Therefore, the arms dealer named Mendoza was actually sent by the National Cooperation Bureau itself to run a small treasury.
Speaking of which, Shepard likes people like this very much, because they are simple enough and their purpose is to make money. As long as they can make money, they will sell anything, and many times, in order to save the buyer from worries, they will even do it thoughtfully. Clean up the finishing work to avoid any remaining problems.
Therefore, now that he had figured out the identity of the other party, there was nothing to worry about. Osaba took a few of his men and set off again, rushing directly to Namibia and found Mendoza, who was active among many armed gangs.
The latter still has fresh memories of Osaba. After all, he has worked in Namibia for so long, and this man from Angola is the most generous with his purchases. Others buy dozens or hundreds of brand-new automatic rifles, but he is the only one who buys them. He asked for one thousand, and directly quoted five hundred thousand for the bullet, and the gold quality of the payment was good enough, so he immediately received Osaba warmly.
Then, Mendoza was almost happy because the latter directly asked to buy rp3 rockets. It is best to have as many as you want!
"Ah, you just buy this and nothing else?"
Mendoza rubbed his head. This was the first time he had seen such a customer. Of course, the RP3 was not a fancy gadget. During World War II, it was naturally considered an advanced weapon, but now, it is much more advanced than it. Whether it is the Space Flying Squirrel or the Sea Snake 70, they are both more advanced and more powerful than the RP3.
Mendoza was just curious. What other uses could this almost backward rocket used by the South African army for air-to-ground attacks have? Otherwise, the other party will not buy anything else but this one!
"Yes, that's it, that's all we need!"
"Ah, here, why don't you take a look at the cannon? The howitzers we produce ourselves are also very good!"
Mendoza still wants to work hard. After all, there are not many customers who are so generous. If they just sell rockets, the National Cooperation Agency will not be able to make up for the funding gap.
But Osaba remained stubborn.
"Our boss, no, our chief said, we want this! And the more, the better!"
"Oh well!"
Mendoza scratched his head. Since the other party insisted, he could only go back and let them look through the inventory and take it from the Air Force.
"Still the original address?"
"That's right, we still pay with gold!"
After the discussion, Mendoza immediately informed his superiors. Although the latter was extremely puzzled by Uncle Black's strange habits, for the sake of money, they immediately mobilized the inventory of the air force base and packed it into boxes. Then it was loaded on a transport plane of the National Cooperation Agency and airlifted to the Angolan border overnight.
A full thousand rockets were neatly stacked in the weapons box, and the Cooperation Bureau also thoughtfully presented fifty launch rails.
“This thing still doesn’t work after all!”
"Yes, it's a backward thing. The British army is using more efficient missiles. Only South Africa is still using such backward rockets!"
As expected, Helen, who came to inspect the goods with Shepard, once again criticized the former colony as a former sovereign state, and was then ruthlessly laughed at by Shepard.
"You look down on rockets, right? Do you believe this thing can make the Portuguese cry for their parents?"
"What bad idea do you have? I won't bet this time!"
"That's a pity! But my idea is not a bad one!"
Shepard waved his hand and motioned to the PMCs to pack up the rockets and take them back to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Then he inspected the South African RP3 rockets and confirmed the maintenance status of these rockets.
The South Africans did a pretty good job. Shepard tested forty rockets, and only three of them were not fired. The failure rate of 7.5%, although still a bit high, is still a bit high for this kind of World War II weapon. Said, it is enough, after all, this is not comparable to the real guerrilla warfare artifact 107 rocket launcher.
After checking the condition of these rockets, Shepard placed an order with the only steel factory in Katanga Province and asked them to produce another batch of them imitating the style of the launch rail. As for the original launcher sent by South Africa, It was kept by Shepard himself, who planned to weld it to the turret of an armored vehicle for fire support.
After the new launcher arrived, Shepard immediately began training the guerrillas on launches, and only then did Zabi understand why Shepard wanted them to learn this!
"This is African characteristics, Zabi, give up those lofty things you imagined, those are simply unrealistic for you!"
Shepard pointed to a launcher mounted on a tricycle and said earnestly.
"Only this thing is the future of Africa. You have to believe me! Give up the so-called Rheinmetall. Only Laiyang Steel Pipe is the truth!"
"but………"
Zabi wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Shepard.
"Nothing but, listen to me, no one knows Africa better than me! And no one knows rockets better than me!"
Listen to Shepard, this is Angola!
