From arms dealer to king of war

Chapter 316 get out my place!!!

A private shooting range outside Trenton, New Jersey...

This private training ground built on a farm was established by a partnership of several Marines and is also the headquarters of the 'Lethal Strike Military Services Company'.

The total assets of this guy's company include a piece of land passed down by shareholders, a gun license from a gun shop, a private training ground, and a private shooting range.

Due to qualification issues, Fatal Strike can currently only undertake small tasks from first-tier contractors, such as patrols in Afghanistan or guarding certain important buildings.

Due to the lack of connections and competitiveness, the business of 'Fatal Strike' was not very good, which resulted in them having to return to their hometown in New Jersey to compete for other businesses, such as opening training grounds and providing military training to residents around Trent. Make a little money.

The traffic jam meant that it was already noon when Qiao Jia arrived here.

Four Chevrolet Suburbans drove arrogantly onto the farm lawn, wandered around the semi-abandoned farm, and finally stopped in front of a house at a military training ground.

Qiao Jia pushed the door and got out of the car, straightened his suit, then walked to the front of a barbecue grill, looked at a bearded man who was grilling, pointed to the beef on the grill, and said with a smile: "Brother, give me a piece. , I’m going to starve to death!”

Qiao Jia's aura was so strong that the bearded man in charge of the barbecue subconsciously obeyed his order, cut a large piece of beef, put it on a plate and handed it to him.

"Hey, who are you? What do you want to do?"

At this time, a Jarhead in his thirties jumped out of a pickup truck that parked on the side of Sababan and wanted to rush in front of Qiao Jia to give him a good look.

But just halfway through, he was stopped by the Spurs.

Seeing Jarhead trying to touch the gun, Spur lifted his suit to reveal the pistol on his waist. At the same time, he pointed at the guys around him and said, "I wouldn't do this if I were you."

Jarhead saw a group of well-dressed bodyguards. He stared and gave up the idea of ​​drawing a gun. He stared at Qiao Jia not far away and said in a deep voice: "This is private territory. No one can enter without invitation." Any entry is illegal intrusion."

Qiao Jia picked up the beef with two fingers and took a bite. He found that the taste was surprisingly good. He stretched out his thumb to the bearded chef who still had not recovered, then looked at the pot lidhead and said with a smile: "I want it." Meet your boss, um, or someone who can walk the talk."

As he finished speaking, Qiao Jia finished the beef in two mouthfuls, sighed comfortably, naturally picked up a bottle of beer and took a sip, then took out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it on the table with a wine bottle to hold it down...

"Thank you. Your roast beef saved my life. I think your skills are suitable for a career in Manhattan."

The movement here alarmed the people who were practicing guns in the training ground. A square-faced pothead wearing a military uniform with a stern expression loudly motioned for everyone to remove the magazine, remove the bullet from the gun chamber, and open the gun's safety.

After confirming that everyone had complied, the square-faced Jarhead strode over.

Looking at the imposing Qiao Jia, the square-faced Jarhead frowned and said, "Who are you?

If you want to participate in training, go out and call to make an appointment before coming back. People like you are not welcome here! ! "

Qiao Jia was not angry because of the other party's rudeness. He raised his hand to stop Ayou who was about to step forward. He sat half-assed on the dining table, took a sip of beer, and looked at the square-faced pot head with a smile. Said: "Are you the boss of Fatal Blow, James Lightner?"

Hearing Qiao Jia announce his name, the square-faced Jarhead said warily: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Qiao Jia looked back at the bearded chef who was still confused. He smiled and waved his hand to signal him to come back to his senses. Then he pointed at a few pieces of fresh beef and said, "Man, let's grill it a little. My guys are still cooking." Hungry."

The bearded man looked strong, but he didn't seem to be very courageous. Faced with Qiao Jia's request, the bearded man looked at James Lightner with a gloomy face and was in a dilemma.

When Qiao Jia saw this posture, he glanced at the two gun-wielding potheads who came from a house in the distance. He smiled and said: "OK, the four partners of Fatal Strike are all here."

James Leitner looked at the bodyguards around Qiao Jia. Although they seemed to be very loose, they occupied multiple key points.

James, who felt extremely unconfident, stared at Qiao Jia and said in a gloomy tone: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Qiao Jia watched the two pot heads rushing over with guns in hand and stood behind James. He glanced at the muzzles of their guns pointing to the ground and the closed safety. He nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Don't worry. I'm not here to seek revenge from you.

I just like your place so much that I want to buy it, all of it..."

"What?"

James thought he heard wrongly. He frowned and took a step forward and said, "What did you say?"

Qiao Jia spread his hands and said with a smile: "I said I wanted to buy this place, um, the farm, the gun shop, the gun license, the training ground, and the 'Fatal Strike Military Contracting Company'."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at James, who had a strange expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Hey, this is a business negotiation, now you can make an offer."

James looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. After looking at each other with his clerk, he shook his head and said, "NO, the farm is not for sale, and the company is not for sale. I think you should leave here now. We have already called the police."

Qiao Jia put down the beer in his hand, glanced at the table, picked up an apple and took a bite, and said while eating: "Man, for Americans, everything has a price.

Why don't you try to come up with a price? Your life may change because of this. "

James felt that Qiao Jia was talking crazy, so he said impatiently: "5 million, if you..."

"make a deal!!"

A smile appeared on Qiao Jia's face, he glanced at lawyer Wagner, and said, "Transfer the money to Mr. Leitner. You can go and complete all the procedures this afternoon."

Wagner walked up to the confused James with an acquisition agreement in his hand, turned the contract to the price page, filled in the figure of 5 million, smiled, turned the contract to the last page, and gave James He handed over a pen and said with a smile: "5 million!! There are not many good opportunities like this.

You can sign first and then tell me your account number, and I will guide you on some tax avoidance methods. "

Gioga didn't care how Wagner handled the acquisition. He turned around and looked at the bearded chef and said, "Are you the chef here? If you don't help me with a few pieces of tender beef, you will be fired."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia caught a glimpse of James finally picking up the pen. A bright smile appeared on his face and he said to the bearded man: "This is my territory now..."

Under the guidance of Wagner, James Lightner carefully looked through the three-page acquisition contract, and finally signed his name on the contract at the urging of his colleagues.

After finishing it, James walked up to Qiao Jia with a complicated expression and said hesitantly: "Sir..."

Qiao Jia has no interest in these Marines, and this James is not as tough as he appears.

If he really wants to evict people, he should quote 600 million instead of 5 million with a 20% increase on the actual appraised price.

The information provided by Chris shows that Fatal Strike, as a level 4 contractor, has been losing money.

The reason why Fatal Strike loses money is that they cannot receive profitable tasks. With the money they earn from performing tasks overseas, it is impossible to afford such a huge sum.

What's more serious is that this James is a gambler, and his comrades knew this but did not choose to kick him away...

This is a little guy who likes gambling, has a lustful nature, and has a soft heart. Qiao Jia really doesn’t want to waste time with him.

Seeing that this guy was making a profit and wanted to talk nonsense to him, Qiao Jia pointed to the location of the farm gate and said: "This is private land now!!

get out my place!!!”

Watching the four Marines leave with Wagner, Joga looked at a group of guests who came to practice shooting, and he said to Dorian: "Go to the warehouse to get bullets, let these guests have their time and then send them away.

‘Pliers’, prepare a few big locks to lock the doors of the warehouse and gun shop.

This place is not bad, but it doesn't look like what I imagined. We need to find someone to fix it up.

I need a professional training ground, not a playground for urban women and children. "

The Spurs don't know that the contract between the boss and the DEA is still verbal.

Winning the 'fatal blow' is Qiao Jia's top priority, and the time saved by spending an extra million is very crucial.

And this farm doesn't just have one 'Fatal Blow', the 'Old Gun License' and two 'Old Gun Certificates' contained in it are very valuable.

The ‘Old Gun License’ was actually issued many years ago, ATF (Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol, Firearms and Explosives) Level 2 Weapons Dealer License, with an automatic weapons trading license.

This thing is no longer issued outside of Texas and Ohio. What still exists in other states are "old gun licenses" that have not been cancelled. They are very valuable to those who need them.

An "old gun license" is an automatic weapons license. This thing is very rare in Texas and is rarely traded on the market.

This thing is like the big motorcycle brands in some cities in China. If you want to ride a motorcycle, you can only buy a license from someone who owns a big brand.

And now as long as Qiao Jia gets a green card, these can be transferred to his name.

The Spurs didn't understand the inside story, but they were indeed calmed down by the boss's generosity.

The key to why a local tyrant is a local tyrant is "land". Only by seeking the most expensive things can one be called a local tyrant, not the best but the most expensive.

And now Qiao Jia is rich and wealthy! !

Dorian saw the boss spending money indiscriminately, and he said a little distressedly: "Boss, we can bargain. Five million is definitely too high. That guy ran away without even saluting, and we must have been ripped off."

Qiao Jia shook his head and said with a smile: "Then what do you want? The FBI people have been trying to find trouble with me. They are checking my contract with the DEA. How can I have time to talk nonsense with those people?

It’s only 5 million, and I’ll make it back quickly…”

Seeing the group of people being suppressed, Qiao Jia grinned and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not as rich as you think.

But it feels really good to buy something without bargaining, so you have to work harder.

Whether I can achieve financial freedom before the age of thirty-five depends on whether you work hard enough!

As long as you work hard, maybe we can make back the money before we return to Afika, and it will definitely be reasonable and legal! !

I will give you bonuses when the time comes! ! "