Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 43: Arms Trade

The planet Tatooine, in a desert on the outskirts of the northwest region of Mos Eisley.

"I've almost figured it out." Yuri Olov skillfully fiddled with the Type 21 assault rifle in his hand, his sunglasses reflected the fierce sunlight of the Tatooine Desert, and he still had a cigarette in his mouth, "In the bar The Bothans were with Broderick Gravel, who was looking around for a big gun yesterday, but no one sold him."

"That's right, he must be being squeezed out by people here." Vitali Olov was also wearing sunglasses, holding a bottle of green refreshing drink in his hand, "Don't worry about selling the weapon to him, His enemies are coming to you too?"

"If his enemies come to me, I will chat with them about the price of this MG42 general-purpose machine gun." Yuri took a puff of the cigarette, kicked the T-850 behind him, and T-850 held it in its hand. It is a 12.7mm caliber machine gun with a very compact and lightweight structure.

"I don't think they'll talk to you about that." Vitali shook his head.

"Vitali, Vitali... this is your problem." Yuri shook the cigarette between two fingers, "Have you ever seen anyone who sells weapons to only one side? Of course, but People like this have already gone to hell. Only sell to one side, and the other side will have enough reasons to kill you, but if you sell to both... hehe..."

"That means both sides have enough reasons to kill you." Vitali snapped back.

Yuri Olov 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 trouser leg.

"Fuck you Vitali! Bring that man here now! Immediately, immediately, now!" Yuri cursed, stepped forward and snatched the drink from Vitaly's hand, and drank it himself Take a big gulp.

"Me? Alone? Go find that Botha?" Vitali was stunned, "You know it took me half a day to accept that these weird guys are also human beings! Now let me do business alone with a group of guys who look like upright poodles? Give me a T-850!"

"Are you kidding? You bring a battle robot to talk business with people? No one will talk to you like this. Listen, just like we used to, we cooperate well-you, bring people over, I, put When the big guns are sold, a box of bullets will be given for every ten guns, 10% off for old customers, and I can treat him to a glass of this blue glowing drink, that's all."

"Don't even think about it! Fuck you, Yuri! You are pushing me into the fire pit!"

Yuri sighed, walked over and hugged Vitali's shoulders, and stuffed the little drink left in his hand back into his hand, "Listen to me Vitali, what we want when we board this mothership is Start a new life, and the administrators gave us this opportunity. And now, listen, the war that is sweeping the entire galaxy! How many fucking people are there in this galaxy? Even if one percent of the people equip our weapons, it will What is the result? You will find that everything before is fucking shit!"

"I know what you mean, but..."

"If we don't move forward, we will never know the result, what do you think my brother? Brother in arms..."

"Brother in arms..." Vitali lightly punched Yuri on the shoulder, "Okay, okay, I'll try. But you have to come and save me anytime!"

"no problem."

Vitali drank the drink in his hand, mustered up the courage and walked towards the chaotic shanty town. A group of Botha people were drinking and swearing loudly in Bosa language under a dilapidated tent, and everyone around them stayed away with respect, fearing that they would be caught by this group of desperadoes to vent their anger.

Vitali walked over carefully, pretending to be harmless to humans and animals, rubbing his hands and speaking in unprofessional Galactic standard language: "That, gun! Big gun! I have it!"

"Fuck me! Useless pink-skinned monkey! If you're a second late, I'll wring your head off and stuff it in Bantha's ass!" A Botha man with a scar on his face showed a ferocious expression.

Vitali wanted to cry now, but he still bit the bullet and continued: "I have a gun, but you can't buy it except me!"

"Are you fucking here to amuse me?" The leader, Scar, drew out his shiny scimitar and approached Vitali. Although the Bosans were shorter than humans, it was obvious that this group of people had been fighting for a long time. Blood licked from the edge of the knife, and the momentum was very terrifying.

Vitali stepped back step by step, and continued: "I sell guns, kill me, those guns will shoot you!"

"You really have a gun?" Scar said, staring at Vitali.

"There are guns! Lots of guns! As long as you have money."

"Where?"

"In the suburbs, not far away, follow me."

Scar grabbed Vitali by the collar, pressed the sharp machete against his waist, and said fiercely, "Lead the way!"

Behind a rock in the Gobi on the outskirts of Mos Eisley, Yuri Orlov held a telescope and saw Vitaly walking towards this side with a knife on the back of the Bothans, and said to himself: "Damn it!" Good brother. You! Follow me! You, and you, take a sniper rifle and ambush on both sides!"

The three T-850s nodded and immediately followed suit.

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When the group of Botha people escorted Vitali over, they saw Yuri Orlov in a suit and leather shoes and sunglasses sitting on more than a dozen ammunition boxes, with a row of Type 21 assault rifles beside him. A T-850 stands behind him.

"It seems that business is coming, haha. Welcome, my name is Yuri Olov, an ordinary businessman." Yuri didn't stand up and laughed with his hands open with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes didn't meet Vitali the whole time.

"These are your guns?" The Scarbosan gave Vitali a push.

"That's right. I heard that you want guns, and I happen to have a batch in my hand. If you can afford the money, then we can talk." Yuri Olov threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, "Leave that irrelevant, get rid of the important guys, let's have a good talk."

Scar twisted Vitaly in front of him, and gently stroked him with the scimitar, "So this guy is just an insignificant role? Then you don't mind if I kill him?"

Yuri smiled slightly, "Of course I mind. He sent a message to me and took my money. Now if he wants to die because of this, it would be very unlucky for me. Because I am a businessman, I naturally don't want to you die after making a deal with me, right? So, if you kill him, I don't think there's much to do with the deal."

"Then how about I kill you too?" Scar pointed the scimitar at Yuri.

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