Chapter 328 Monica is yours

After getting Lei Zhen's confirmation, the postman didn't waste any time and started calculating how much money he would have to pay.

After a burst of calculations, he placed the bill in front of Lei Zhen.

"Dude, that's $1.2 million."

"This includes intelligence costs, satellite navigation costs, ground guidance costs, fuel costs, theater security costs, etc."

"But since this is your first time here, I'll take the initiative to cut off the decimals and you only need to pay $1 million."

The postman had a mercenary look on his face. He looked at how much money Lei Zhen brought with him and made a big profit by cutting him down.

"How much?" Lei Zhen stared at him.

"One million dollars," the postman said with a smile. "Brother, that's a fair price, and we'll equip you with a full set of weapons. We'll be sending the most powerful MiG-24 attack helicopter, and we'll also give you 32 S-24 rockets. We guarantee to clear all obstacles for your landing and create a safe area for you!"

"You fucking profiteer?" Lei Zhen glared at him. "How much is a ton of pork? How much is a MiG-24? Tell me!"

Hearing this, the postman felt a little embarrassed, and realized that the guy in front of him was no rookie.

“It’s not about the price, our service provides greater value…”

"You bought your MiG-24s when the Russians were disintegrating. As far as I know, they were sold by the kilogram, and the price was not even as high as pork."

"A MiG-24 weighs about nine tons, which is equivalent to the price of nine tons of pork. Furthermore, all its onboard weapons are free, including a 12.7mm four-barreled Gatling gun, perhaps a modified GSH-30-2 cannon..."

Lei Zhen directly exposed his true identity and clearly told the other party that he really knew his business!

The MiG-24 is considered the cheapest attack helicopter in history because the Russian economy collapsed after the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

Not only were the people starving, but the military was also starving. So, AKs were sold by the pile, planes, tanks, and other weapons were sold by the kilogram, pork could be exchanged for a MiG-24, and a kettle could be used to buy a Taiwanese military vehicle...

Under such circumstances, there are international traders everywhere who are looking for bargains, which has directly given rise to a group of arms dealers.

"Hey, my friend, that's the price outside." The postman took out a cigar and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Of course we have to give the most fair price to real experts. After all, business involves cheating and deceiving people. But I still prefer to trade with experts."

This is the real black marketeer, and he is openly doing his job. Even after being exposed, he takes it for granted and has no sense of shame at all.

"200,000 dollars." Lei Zhen said the price.

"Hey, hey, hey, my brother, that's not how you bargain." The postman shouted, "You're not here to do business, you're here to cause trouble. Do you know what the consequences of causing trouble are?"

"150,000 dollars." Lei Zhen bargained again.

"You better bargain, otherwise——"

"100,000 dollars!"

"make a deal!"

The postman reached out and snatched the cigar from Lei Zhen's hand.

"This is a hand-rolled cigar, and it costs $500 a pop. I can't give it to you. You're definitely not someone who lives a simple life. If I'm not mistaken, you're from the East. Only you guys are so keen on bargaining."

"The main reason is that you are too good at talking nonsense. You want to make money from me." Lei Zhen laughed.

The postman shrugged his shoulders, his face expression noncommittal.

"My brother, since you've entered Nia City, you can't come out anymore. So much money is useless... You're so cruel. I swear I'll never do business with Orientals again, or I'll become impotent for the rest of my life!"

In fact, it doesn’t cost much to send someone in. Twenty thousand dollars is enough, so bargaining down to $100,000 is still a huge profit.

"Postman, you're right, I brought you $1 million, and I can give it all to you—"

Hearing this, the postman's eyes suddenly lit up.

He opened the drawer and took out an exquisite little box. After opening it, he took out a real premium cigar.

"Brother, what other services do you need? Just tell us and we can satisfy you. Please trust our reputation!"

The postman is not bragging about this, because EO's credibility is indeed beyond reproach.

They only make money from war and never covet political power. They will work for money and their service is absolutely satisfactory.

If not, they would not have been able to take the top spot in Africa in such a short period of time.

"I've taken a fancy to the Varyag at the Nikolayev Shipyard and plan to buy it and convert it into a fishing boat to go fishing for tuna," Lei Zhen said. "But I don't have any channels, so I hope you can help me find one."

"Aircraft carrier? Brother, you want to convert the aircraft carrier into a fishing boat?" The postman was stunned, then reacted.

"You really are going to do big things. With the Varyag fishing boat, you can fish in any sea area around the world. This idea is simply fantastic!"

"Do you mind if I go fishing with you on your boat? Then we can go to the Bering Strait and catch all the king crabs there. By then, everyone who sees me will have to call me a Bering pirate, haha!"

"Are you a Bering pirate?" Lei Zhen said in shock.

"Not yet... my brother, what's with that expression on your face?" The postman looked at him and said, "Of course I have the channels for this matter. You should know that my nickname is Postman. I was the one who opened the channels to purchase the weapons from the Maozi family."

At this time, Lei Zhen ignored this guy and fell into his past memories.

He clearly remembered that there was a very powerful family in the arms circle, called the Bering Pirates, which rose to prominence when the Russian family disintegrated.

It is said that the founder of the family had two hobbies in his life, one was catching king crabs, and the other was sleeping with celebrities. Unfortunately, on his 60th birthday, he slept with five celebrities in a row and died suddenly in bed.

Could it be this guy?

"Postman, can you catch king crabs?" Lei Zhen asked.

"Winter is the best season for catching king crabs. These little cuties are deep-sea crabs that can survive at depths of up to 850 meters, in water temperatures between 2 and 5 degrees Celsius. The king crabs in the Bering Sea are particularly plump. We can make the crab pots first, and each one has its own standard size..."

The postman began to introduce his experience in catching king crabs, from the season to the living environment of king crabs, then what kind of crab cage to use, how to go out to sea, etc.

"Do you like Hollywood actresses?" Lei Zhen interrupted him.

"Wrong!" the postman said firmly, "I just simply like female stars. It doesn't matter whether they are from Hollywood or not."

"for example?"

"For example, I've recently fallen in love with a girl named Monica Bellucci. She's a sexy beauty that the whole world is crazy about. I'm planning to sleep with her next month, haha."

"Bang!"

Lei Zhen punched the postman in the face.

"Oh... bastard, you dare to hit me, do you know what you are doing?" said the postman, covering his nose.

"Monica belongs to me!" Lei Zhen grabbed his collar and shouted angrily, "If you don't want to give up the 30 tons of weapons and ammunition hidden in the Black Sea, the dozens of planes in the Alps, and the more than 100 tanks in the Caucasus..."

The postman was stunned and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

No one knew about the weapons he had hidden, but the guy in front of him accurately described them.

"Monica is yours, she's yours!"

"Not only is Monica yours, Sophie is yours too, everything is yours - how did you know I had hidden so many weapons?"

"Brother, don't tell anyone about this. I'll give you a piece of the pie, okay?"

"Even if you were sent by headquarters to investigate me, you wouldn't be so hard on money, right? You're my brother, and we can share everything..."

This was an unexpected gain. Lei Zhen didn't expect that the postman was actually the founder of the Bering Pirate family.

As for where the other side hides their weapons, it is a secret now, but in a few decades it will no longer be a secret, but the history of the Bering Pirates' rise to power.