The BM-21 rocket launcher, nicknamed "Hail," was also known as the "Stalin Organ." It was equipped with the Soviet Army before 1964 and was still in use today. It was used in the Afghan War and the Iran-Iraq War. Even in today's military modernization, this crude weapon didn't disappear from the stage of history.
The 122mm 40-barrel rocket launcher was towed by a small military truck. It was relatively simple among all types of rocket launchers.
But while "this little guy" didn't look impressive, the rocket launcher could fire a terrifying 720 rockets at once! The total weight was 48,000 kilograms, more than all the conventional artillery of the UA Army combined!
It was the nightmare of the enemy infantry and the logisticians.
The only downside was the accuracy.
Inside the beach bar, the two chose a secluded corner to drink and eat Brazilian-style barbecue while discussing dangerous topics.
When Jiang Chen proposed to Natasha the need to purchase a large number of weapons with strong "deterrence", the Russian girl who already had a few drinks immediately slammed the beer glass in her hand and vividly promoted the "Stalin's organ" to him.
"If you only want crude firepower, then no weapon is more suitable than the BM-21 rocket launcher."
Looking at her flushed face, Jiang Chen couldn't help but tease her, "Why do I feel like it's a waste of your talent to be an agent? Why don't you be a salesman for an arms company?"
"Burp —" Natasha let out an inelegant burp as she rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen and flipped her blonde hair behind her head. "Be a man, are you buying or not?"
"I'm buying!"
"How much?" The corners of Natasha's red lips curled up in a satisfied smile.
"Eight." Jiang Chen put down the barbecue skewer as he nonchalantly said.
"Eight? Are we arming two companies? " Natasha supported her cheek with one hand as she tilted her head and smacked her lips. "It shouldn't be a problem. I remember that the eighth division under the Ural military region is preparing to upgrade their equipment. They were worried about the lack of buyers for that pile of scrap metal."
[Phew! Is it really okay to describe your equipment like this in front of a buyer?]
Jiang Chen thought to himself.
[She is really drunk.]
"How much is it?" Jiang Chen wiped off the meat skewer as he asked nonchalantly.
"I'm not sure about that, but roughly speaking, it shouldn't be very expensive. The main thing that burns money is ammunition. Hmm … how many rockets do you need? "
Jiang Chen extended four fingers.
"Four thousand?" Natasha yawned and asked casually.
Jiang Chen smiled mysteriously and said.
"40,000!"
With a clatter, the beer glass fell from his hand onto the table, spilling beer all over the table.
However, Natasha didn't care about the wet clothes on her chest. She pushed herself up from the table and stared at Jiang Chen with her half-drunk, half-sober eyes. She said in a trembling voice.
"Four, forty thousand?"
"That's right, can you sell it?" Jiang Chen raised his chin provocatively and grinned.
"You, are you sure it's not a thousand rubles mortar shell, but a rocket?" Natasha asked.
"Is it really okay to speak so loudly here?" Jiang Chen coughed and whispered.
Natasha blushed and quickly glanced around.
Sure enough, the people in the barbecue shop were all secretly looking over here. A lot of people who were talking stopped talking and held onto their beer mugs. There was a lot of big news on Coro Island recently. Everyone's interest in gossip was running high. If she shouted like this today. "Last night at the beach bar, there was an arms dealer selling rockets!" Exaggerated rumors like "Help sell rocket launchers!" would spread all over the streets and alleys.
It was better to keep a low profile in the arms business.
Natasha smiled ambiguously as she realized she lost her composure. She pretended to be drunk and put her finger on Jiang Chen's chin.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let me see if you are a mortar or a large caliber rocket."
The word "large" was heavily emphasized on her red lips.
When they heard such dirty words from such a hot woman, all the males in the shop, including Jiang Chen, instinctively raised their heads.
After saying this, Natasha calmly covered her neckline, turned around, and walked out of the shop, disappearing from the sight of the wolves.
"Tsk, I can play with those legs for a year." A drunk man with a beer mug next to the bar said with a dry mouth.
He glanced at his old friend in disdain and said confidently, "Pfft, I can tell you're a layman. I've seen girls for so many years, and that butt curve is the best of the best. Burp — "
The last sentence turned into a muffled burp.
The drunk man's face turned red from his old friend's words as he snapped, "Shut the f * ck up! Don't you always blow on your toothpick? If you can, go for it. "
With a forced smile, the old friend who was making sense suddenly softened. "I can't afford it."
He pointed at the Lamborghini outside the window.
It had nothing to do with "mortar" or "rocket", the key was the green Franklin …
Regardless, the topic at the bar was successfully led astray by Natasha. What mortars and rocket launchers? So they were referring to that thing! The wolves all looked at Jiang Chen with hostility. Their burning eyes were filled with jealousy, jealousy, and jealousy.
"Uniform temptation?"
Jiang Chen ignored the jealous stares and recalled what she said when she got in the car. He shook his head with a smile.
Those voluptuous breasts that surpassed Liu Yao's eyebrows, as well as those perky buttocks, really made one's mouth go dry.
But the wolves were destined to be jealous for nothing. Not only them, but even Jiang Chen "couldn't afford it."
Communicating with a woman from the KGB was no different from running into a female spider's web. Once a relationship that went beyond a normal friendship occurred with her, one had to be prepared.
Jiang Chen slammed the one hundred dollar bill on the table. He didn't wait for the waiter to give him the change as he walked out.
He opened the door for Natasha like a gentleman and sat in the driver's seat.
"Is it okay to drink and drive?"
Natasha's red lips opened and closed as the smell of alcohol filled the car.
"Didn't you realize you were the one drinking?" Jiang Chen joked as he turned the key. "Where is your home?"
Natasha looked at Jiang Chen with a smile and didn't say anything.
Her eyes seemed to be saying: "Shouldn't you be a gentleman and invite me to your home to take a shower?"
"Okay, I'll take you back to the embassy."
"Don't!" Natasha immediately said as she gave Jiang Chen a dirty look.
If she appeared in the embassy like this, how could she maintain her dignity in front of her subordinates?
"Your apartment?" Jiang Chen said concisely.
Natasha pursed her lips as she angrily poked the GPS screen.
"Fasten your seatbelt." Jiang Chen grinned at her unwilling look, opened the window, and stepped on the gas.
The sea breeze blew away the smell of alcohol in the car.
"Are you afraid?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Jiang Chen laughed.
He wasn't lying. He really wasn't afraid of anything.
Her chest was wet, and the wind was a bit cold. She drunkenly reached out and lowered the window a bit.
"Are you afraid of the identity of the KGB, or are you afraid of going beyond friendship with agents?"
Jiang Chen didn't say anything as he turned on the music.
Natasha rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen, pouted her lips, and didn't say anything else. He peeked at her through the mirror but only saw a drunken look. With her half-closed eyes, Jiang Chen didn't know what she was thinking.
Soon, the car stopped in front of her house.
Panting, Natasha unbuckled the seatbelt that squeezed her chest out of shape.
"It's time to get a new car. The glass is bulletproof, but the hood and fuel tank are only covered with aluminum."
Jiang Chen paused for a moment before he laughed.
"You mean, someone wants to kill me?"
"Do you have to wait until someone wants to kill you before you know to be careful? Can't you be a bit more afraid of death? "Natasha rolled her eyes, flipped her blonde hair, and walked out of the car.
Jiang Chen touched his chin and nodded.
Should he wait until the mutants flood is over and find a few experts in car design in the Sixth Street to create a cool ride?
Seeing that Natasha was already at the door of the house, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered he forgot to talk about business.
He immediately said, "Also, the firearms …"
"I'm dizzy right now, just text me. I'll contact the country after I sleep for two hours tomorrow morning." Natasha waved her hand in annoyance as she held her head and walked to the door.
[Is it really okay?]
Seeing her wobbling, Jiang Chen was a bit worried.
Seeing her close the door, Jiang Chen let out a sigh of relief. He started the car and drove home.
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