Chapter 1370 - Uragano! (1/2)

Chapter 1370: Uragano!

Next to the airport runway, a Slavic ether

In any other place in the world, it was definitely a weird combination, but here it was co the Xin International Defense Exhibition were dictators from third world countries, and most of these dictators’ skin color was black

These people hold most of the banknotes or IOUs in their hands, and they were never stingy eapons Since the exhibition began, they had searched for powerful sellers and paid fortools

In the eyes of arms dealers, they were always the best customers

“I don’t want Mi-25 Since there the Mi-29 is more advanced, why don’t I choose Mi-29? Honestly, I prefer Su-35 or T-50 If you don’t want to sell to us, I ht consider those?” The man pointed to the Hua sellers, who stood not far away, that were looking in their direction He looked at Che to us and I’m very pleased with this name And each one only sells for 20 million dollars, and the person also told h-speed rail, he can take the initiative to let their bank give us a loan”

Cheether

the people that build rails and the people n banks into the conversation? How do I play this game? However, it is the way to do business Even as Earth Defense Alliance allies, each country must depend on their own ability to win the hundreds of millions of dollars order</ehtly, then he patiently persuaded the dictator froe his mind

“Your opponents are rebels and terrorists armed with AK They are not fro the Su-35? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You want to buy T-50s? Even if I sell it to you, who can pilot it in your country? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their Xiaolong, and the ground-attack ability is not inferior by anyto buy ten MiG-25s, I can make the decision and sell you some T-64 tanks”

It was the most Chemezov could promise If he recalled correctly, there were dozens of T-64s waiting to be delisted in the warehouse of the 58th Arh he preferred to sell air defense missiles, these poor African countries were obviously unable to pay for his air defense missiles…

Maybe it was because Chemezov’s words made sense The man touched his chin for a while, then reluctantly nodded

Just as Cheotiated with the African about the price of Mi-25s, which were collecting dust in the hangers, should be sold at, there was a sudden co with the warlord and looked over to the crowd on the other end of the runway

When the plane appeared on the runway, Chemezov’s pupils suddenly constricted

As the chair around For exahter that he had read in a report compiled by the KGB

If he reano…