"The Rockefeller family put a lot of effort into breaking the ice back then."

"Some time ago, I just ordered 60 missiles from the east!" Sean smiled and made a 'six' sign, "It's a great thing. It can make many hot-headed people calm down and become amiable in an instant."

Hearing Sean's words, Fahd and others immediately began to breathe rapidly, "Can you tell me the specific parameters?"

"It's just some outdated technology, more suitable for a small thing like mine for private companies to play with. It can only carry a warhead weighing 1,000 kilograms. The range is only 600 kilometers, and it can't hit Hedland." Sean said lightly,

But Fahd and the others had already started to gossip after hearing this.

"I want it!" Fahd said impatiently: "Mr. Sean, you can give me whatever price you want!"

His loud tone revealed his aura of richness!

Sean, my heart moved shamefully.

Forcibly suppressing his excitement, Sean continued: "It's just some outdated techniques. The range is not far and the power is not great."

"We are very sincere!" Fahd looked into Sean's eyes and stretched out a finger, "10 million pieces, 60 pieces, I want them all!"

‘Pfft’ Sean couldn’t control himself and squirted on the spot!

Damn, you big dog owner!

Sean clenched his fists hard and forced himself to calm down. 600 million couldn't satisfy him!

"I know Saudi Arabia is very sincere, but there is a problem. As a friend, I must remind you." Sean held out a finger solemnly and said: "I am willing to help my friends, but you only have one chance to buy.

,Only one time!"

"It is legal if it is not prohibited by law. However, after this time, I will not be able to persuade the parliament to open a second opening!"

"We must cherish this opportunity and purchase things so that Saudi Arabia will not have to worry about any external threats in the next 40 years!"

"So, they have to be state-of-the-art."

"I think you must understand what I mean, Your Majesty the King."

Fahd and the others looked at each other, turned sideways and muttered in Arabic for a while. There was no translator here, so they were not afraid that Sean would understand.

"The United States must have known about it, and it's actually not difficult to guess."

"Not necessarily, I don't think the United States would want us to get this kind of weapon that can guarantee security for decades, but Sean doesn't care so much. This guy will do anything for money, fight with YL, fight with Ah

Three fights, a fight with Ma Lai, he probably wants to have a hand in it."

"So, I guess this is his own initiative. If he can make a lot of money from this, then he will try his best to facilitate the deal. If he can't make money, he won't even have a chance.

.”

"If you make enough money, you might get a second chance!"

"We only want missiles, the best missiles. As long as we can get them, we don't care so much."

"Then agree to him!" Fahd agreed.

"Mr. Sean." Turning around, Fahd looked at Sean and said, "I think you must have a plan. What kind of missile do you think is suitable for us?"

Sean showed a big smile and said, "The Scud in the hands of Old Sa next door is called short-range tactical ballistics. The technology comes from the Germans during World War II. It is an old item unearthed from the garbage dump and has little value."

"Including the 600-kilometer missile I purchased, in my eyes, this kind of short-range ballistic missile is just to scare people."

"With Saudi Arabia's national power, either don't buy it, or if you want to buy it, buy the world's most advanced, medium-range surface-to-surface ballistic missile!"

"The length is over 20 meters, the diameter is over 2 meters, the weight is over 60 tons, and the range is over 2,500 kilometers. It's super big!"

Sean stood up, roughly pulled off the map on the wall, put the map in front of the four of them, stretched out his hand and drew a big circle on the map, "From here, from under our feet, the range covers the entire YL

Border, we can hit all the way to the Soviet Union to the north, and we can cover the entire territory of Italy to the west!"

"The entire Middle East, Eastern Europe, and most of the African continent are within our range."

"Can carry 1,500 kilograms of conventional explosives!"

"I'm talking about explosives, not warheads, real explosives, the kind that can flatten a building with one shot!"

As he spoke, Sean punched the map hard, "Of course, you can also carry that little thing that booms and makes the whole world quiet."

"This is the fucking truth!"

Sean said with excitement, "When we show this thing, no one will fucking talk to us!"

"polite!"

"polite!"

"gentle!"

"Let YL's air force base and naval base live in fear all day long!"

"Let them be ready at any time for all planes and battleships to be blown to pieces!"

"This is the most important weapon of the country. This is called a missile, a missile!" Sean waved his arms fiercely.

I, Sean, am the best missile salesman in the world!

none of them!

Watching Sean draw circles on the map and listening to these vulgar words, the four of them felt their blood boiling for some reason.

I’m so excited that I can’t help myself!

The four of them felt relieved at the thought of holding a batch of such missiles in their hands, and the leaders of the surrounding countries turning blue with fear.

I, Fahd, the King of Arabia, make money!

"They really have such missiles." Fahd asked loudly without suppressing his excitement at the moment.

"Of course, they have more advanced ones that can reach the United States and send white houses to the sky!" Sean said with raised eyebrows.

"NO, NO, NO!" Fahd shook his head quickly, "I don't want this kind, I don't want this kind, just 2,500 kilometers, just this kind, how much does it cost!!"

Sean burst out laughing when he heard this, "I haven't gone to talk to them yet. Before I go, I need to know how many of these powerful weapons the King's Pavilion needs!"

"Of course, the more, the better. Well, how about 50?"

"Wow, that's a great number. It's at least equivalent to a tactical nuclear bomb with a yield of 75,000 tons." Sean said in an exaggerated tone: "This is equivalent to the power of five nuclear bombs dropped on this book back then!"

"Enough for us to completely wipe Hedland off the map!" Sean made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"So, how much price is His Majesty the King prepared to pay to wipe out Hedland?!" Sean said bewilderedly.

"6 billion!" Fahd swallowed involuntarily.

"One hundred and twenty million!?" Sean's eyes widened instantly, as if he had been insulted. "That is a powerful weapon with a range of 2,500 kilometers!"

Fahd also felt that it was a bit excessive. He didn't even calculate the price of a single coin just now. This is really impossible.

"That's a bit beyond our budget, so we can only buy a little less. Of course, I have no interest in erasing Hedlan. 200 million, 30 pieces!"

"That's equivalent to three nuclear bombs." Sean looked 'embarrassed' and tried to control himself not to laugh out loud. "Oh my God, it's hard for me to speak when you're like this."

"2.1!"

"I need to go through a lot of connections, and the White House and those congressmen are not easy to convince!"

"2.2!"

"Hoo ho ho ho." Sean looked at Fahd for a moment, his eyes full of beautiful things. "It's not easy to transport those things back. Once detected by the US military, the aircraft carrier fleet will definitely be dispatched!"

"2.3, no more!" Fahd gritted his teeth. He was a little frightened by Sean's eyes, and he felt like this kid wanted to eat him.

"I can find a way to persuade them to carry out targeted modifications for you, such as increasing the charge of the warhead, which will protect Saudi Arabia's security for 40 years!" Sean grinned, "But you have to pay more!"

"2.4, absolutely no more, this has reached the limit of our budget!" Fahd said with red eyes.

"Hahahaha, dear His Majesty King Fahd, from now on, you are my half-brother. Don't worry, your business is my business. Believe me, no one knows how to buy missiles better than me.

!”

Sean laughed and stretched out his hands to grab the 63-year-old Fahd's arms and said: "Brother Fahd, wait for my good news!"

"Farewell!"

"No!"

After that, Sean didn't want to waste a moment, opened the door and walked out, shouting loudly as he walked: "Norris, notify the crew members, prepare to take off immediately, immediately, immediately!"

Seeing Sean's excitement, Fahd grinned. He was curious, how much money could Sean earn from this?

500 million?

600 million?

Or 1 billion?

"There shouldn't be that many." Prince Sultan frowned and calculated in a low voice, "If it's like what he said, with a launch distance of 2,500 kilometers and a warhead of 1,500 kilograms of TNT, it would cost more than 100 million."

"At least 200 million!" Crown Prince Aziz Al Saud said with certainty, just think about the prices of the weapons they bought from the United States.

"One such missile is more deterrent than five F14s!" the crown prince said with certainty.

This was unanimously agreed by the other two people. YL's F14s are expensive and have high maintenance costs. When it comes to threats, they are just that.

Saudi Arabia has no intention of invading others. It is enough for them to protect their own territory.

Therefore, fighter jets with extremely high maintenance costs are not practical at all for them.

As long as we get those missiles back, no one will dare to bite Saudi Arabia anymore!

"I don't think Sean can make much money, and he has to open up various joints, so it's only 500 million at most." The crown prince said in a positive tone.

"Well, Sean, he's a nice guy. It's only 500 million. Let him earn. We need this influential friend. If he encounters difficulties, we can give him a little more money!" Fahd nodded, "

We cannot let our friends suffer."

"Yes!" The other two people nodded.

Only 7.2 billion, their budget is 10 billion!

Nothing else but money!
To be continued...