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The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao had come a long way from his humble beginnings, and he had no intention of stopping now. He relished the moniker of "The Lord of War," even if it came with a certain notoriety. To him, it was a badge of honor, a testament to his success in the world of international arms dealing. As he read the headline in "World People Weekly" declaring that his most significant achievement was toppling Locke Martin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, the influence he had over world events, and the wealth he had amassed. Locke Martin, a rival arms dealer of considerable renown, had once been a formidable competitor. But Tang Dao's shrewd business acumen, his ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and his unwavering determination had allowed him to outmaneuver and eventually depose Martin from his lofty position. For Tang Dao, every fighter, every weapon, and every deal was a means to an end. His focus was on profit, influence, and achieving his objectives. He had built a vast network of contacts, navigated the treacherous waters of international politics, and exploited the chaos of conflict zones to his advantage. He was not just an arms dealer; he was a businessman who saw opportunities where others saw only risks. He had the ability to turn strife and turmoil into lucrative deals, and he reveled in the challenge. In the world of arms dealing, Tang Dao was a force to be reckoned with. He was a man who had risen from obscurity to become a power player on the global stage. And as long as there were conflicts, wars, and those who sought to profit from them, Tang Dao knew that his place at the top was secure. The world might bow down to him, or it might fear him, but one thing was certain: Tang Dao was a master of his craft, and he had no intention of relinquishing his position as the Lord of War.

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Chapter 41

As the logistics soldier attempted to seal the iron door, he found the glue insufficient, resorting to using his own saliva to make it stick. The situation was far from ideal, but they managed to get the door sealed eventually.

With the deal for Warehouse No. 3 in the works, Andreevich couldn't help but look at Tang Dao with anticipation. He probed, "Mr. Nicholas, what else do you desire? Artillery? Firearms? We still have three Mi-24 gunships here!" He paused, gauging Tang Dao's reaction, expecting him to be enticed.

Tang Dao's right eyelid twitched with interest. "Alright, let's have a look."

The Mi-24, produced by the Mili Helicopter Company, was a groundbreaking Soviet armed helicopter. Although it was a relic from the 1960s, its capabilities were undeniable. It featured a 12.7mm quad-barreled Gatling gun, air-to-air missiles like the AA-8 "Aphid" and AA-11 "Shooter," anti-tank missiles like the AT-2, 57mm rocket launchers, and the ability to carry various ordnance like 80mm, 130mm, or 240mm rockets.

The Mi-24, despite its age, had a robust and charismatic appearance. Its versatility allowed it to engage armored vehicles, personnel, and even carry eight soldiers in its cabin for tactical operations, making it an exceptional aircraft. During its early days, it outperformed the smaller and more delicate AH1 Cobra helicopter, leaving an enduring mark in the realm of combat aviation.

Tang Dao felt a sense of duty wash over him upon seeing the iconic warrior resting in the warehouse. Dust-covered and ignored, it bore the weight of former glory. The windshield, marred with sadness, captured Tang Dao's empathy.

"What a tragedy!" Tang Dao lamented, his heart aching. He couldn't understand why, with all his family's wealth, Xiaomaozi's gang was allowed to neglect these precious assets. His gaze turned cold as he fixed his eyes on Andreevich and the others, his message clear.

These three Mi-24 helicopters would not be left to rot in this place. They deserved to soar through the skies once more. Tang Dao felt an overwhelming sense of purpose.

He turned his attention back to Andreevich, his voice resolute. "10,000 coats, 5 tons of rice, 200 boxes of eggs, and 50 boxes of canned food."

Andreevich conferred with Medevichuk for a moment before shaking his head.

"Mr. Nicholas, I'm afraid the price isn't quite right. You see, these three Mi-24 gunships, despite their age, come with their full armament and are combat-capable. I'd say at least 10 tons of rice or 20,000 coats."

Tang Dao, undeterred, pointed out the obvious. "Sir, consider the cost of repairing and repainting these weapons. I'll need to invest money into their refurbishment. My offer is already quite reasonable. I'll add another 1,000 coats."

With that, Andreevich realized the merit in Tang Dao's argument. The atmosphere in the room shifted as the deal neared finalization.

"Deal," Andreevich agreed, acknowledging Tang Dao's point. He instructed the logistics officer to seal Warehouse No. 1.

As they left the warehouse, they heard an urgent shout from behind. Kalinovka and Edza were running toward them. Edza, panting heavily, pleaded, "Wait a moment, please wait."

Medevichuk sternly reminded them, "Kalinovka, this warehouse has already been claimed."

Edza met Medevichuk's gaze without flinching. His breath blew his beard aside as he stood his ground. He was determined, and even though he couldn't intimidate a bear, he exuded the confidence to take on a hyena.

"General, I hope you can consider it," Edza said with a friendly smile, pointing at the warehouse. "I'm interested in the goods inside, and I'm willing to pay a high price for them."

Medevichuk maintained his firm stance, while Andreevich backed him up. Tang Dao watched the confrontation unfold, impressed by Andreevich's integrity.

Edza, undeterred, further raised the stakes. "I want the helicopters inside, and I'll offer $800,000."

Tang Dao couldn't help but feel his blood boil at Edza's audacity. He stepped forward, protecting Andreevich, while Robert and the others stood ready to back him up. Edza was outnumbered, but Tang Dao wasn't taking any chances.

Alexander Pierce watched nervously from the sidelines, his heart pounding. He hadn't been involved in such an intense situation for a long time, and his palms were sweating. However, it was the kind of adrenaline rush he found invigorating. His mind raced as he calculated the probability of survival should a conflict erupt.

Edza's proposal to buy the helicopters for such a high price seemed audacious. Tang Dao took a puff of his cigar, exhaled slowly, and stepped closer to Edza. He looked into his eyes with a wry smile and asked, "Is your father's name George Herbert Walker Boo? Or perhaps your mother's name is Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor?"

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