American Man Trading Master

In an unknown small tribe in Africa, a white young man with slovenly clothes and a very embarrassed look was searched by several old black men and pushed into a wooden house.

As soon as they entered the house, they saw a dozen old black men sitting or standing, each of them a ruthless character with a face full of flesh, which would make people shy away from them when they walked on the street.

And without exception, they all hold weapons in their hands, which are very advanced large-caliber automatic weapons. Even in beautiful countries, they are prohibited, but of course no one cares about them here in Africa.

"Are you the contact guy? What's your name?"

The leader, Lao Hei, asked with a cold face, while the white man smiled apologetically.

"Joy, Joey Pierce, you can just call me Joey. Guys, I'm here to see the goods on behalf of our boss. Can you..."

"Hmph, can we still lie to you?"

Joey rubbed his palms together with a very humble expression.

"That's not what I mean. It's just that the Chirico missile is the top conventional weapon even in the US military. It's a very important matter. Our boss has to be more cautious. I hope you can forgive me. In addition, our boss said that as long as the goods are Really, he is willing to raise the price by [-]%!”

The old black men were very moved when they heard this, so they said nothing more. The old black man who had searched Joey before gave him a hard push and pushed Joey into another room.

As soon as you entered the door, you saw many boxes with the Stark Industries logo, and even some missiles were placed directly on the ground.

Joey hurried over and inspected them carefully, even moving some of them to the window for a better view.

For a full 10 minutes, Joey was still checking, and Lao Hei who followed him was a little impatient.

"How long will it take? You white-skinned pigs are trouble... By the way, bring us some women next time, remember to be under 20 years old. We like young white women the most."

Joey Wenting put down a missile in his hand and leaned over.

"Brother has a discerning eye. Caucasian women after 20 are like 30. I don't know, brother, if you have any requirements on weight. If you like something fatter or thinner, I will personally help you choose."

When Lao Hei heard this, he immediately showed a vulgar expression and came over to have an in-depth exchange. As a result, as soon as his head came over, Joey grabbed it with both hands. There was no time to react. After a crisp sound, Lao Hei's The neck bones and trachea were twisted.

He stretched out his hand to support Lao Hei's body, took the automatic weapon from his hand, then raised the gun to the door and pulled the trigger.

The modified long magazine contained 50 rounds of ammunition, which were all used up in a dozen seconds.

Joey kicked open the broken door and stepped out. At this time, the room outside had turned into a Shura field. The dozen or so old black men with their faces covered with flesh were all shot down several times. On the ground, the boss who was talking to Joey was shot seven or eight times, but he was not dead yet!

Joey walked over, and under the desperate gaze of the other party, he picked up the tactical dagger on the table and pierced the black boss's temple with the dagger...

"You actually have to go out on such an important day. Sure enough, men must have power, otherwise they will just become other people's pawns and be manipulated by others. However, these days are about to pass. After today, I will not be jealous of anyone!"

After muttering something, Joey walked out, then waved his hand in the air in the distance.

The next second, a Quinjet suddenly appeared in the empty sky and flew towards it at high speed.

The fighter plane landed, the cabin opened, and a fully armed and heroic female warrior walked over.

"It's over so soon?"

Joey reached out for a cigarette from the female warrior, lit it and took a deep breath.

"It took a while to inspect the goods, otherwise it would have been faster. Speaking of which, Carter, you should know me best. Do you think I will miss it?"

Sharon Carter shrugged.

"Who told you to come here alone? Well, I'll go in and take a look."

Carter said no more and walked in. Joey followed after finishing his cigarette.

It turned out that Carter did not look at the arms in the back room. Instead, he carefully looked at the bodies of the old black men, and finally turned to look at the broken door.

"From the perspective of the bullet holes, all the bullets were fired from behind the door. The position of several of them should be in the blind spot relative to the door. How did you hit them?"

Joey snorted disdainfully.

"These guys have poor tactical literacy. When they hear the sound of gunshots, their first reaction is not to get down, but to run around. So do you understand?"

Carter let out a long breath of surprise.

"Are you really a human being? You can actually pinpoint a target location just by hearing. No wonder people in the bureau call you Bat, and even compare you to Hawkeye."

When he heard that he was only qualified to compete with Hawkeye, Joey immediately felt unhappy.

"Hawkeye's eyes are indeed very useful, but my eyes are no worse than his. He is really good at sniping from a distance, but if it is a close-range gunfight, I guarantee that he will not survive!"

"Yes, yes, Master Joey is number one in the overall situation. Who made your uncle the minister of the World Security Council? Even the director has to give you three points of respect. How can Hawkeye dare to compete with you?"

Carter's teasing words left Joey speechless.

"Don't be poor, call the logistics quickly, and transport all these Stark weapons, especially those Chirico missiles... Good guy, the weapons department has obviously been closed, but so many weapons are still allowed to leak out. , how does that guy Tony manage the company?"

"Now that Tony Stark has stepped down as CEO, his former life assistant has taken over. Ms. Pepper Potts' ability is not weak, but she suddenly takes over such a large company, and it is inevitable that there will be loopholes."

Joey turned around and walked out, complaining as he walked: "So we, SHIELD, are going to wipe Stark's ass? He really deserves to be the second generation!"

"Aren't you also a second-generation person, so are you qualified to complain about him?"

Carter and Joey bickered and breathed for support, and then they got on the Quinjet with Joey. When the support staff arrived, they took off directly into the air.

The Quinjet is a very advanced fighter jet from SHIELD. It has all the functions of stealth, vertical takeoff and landing, and supersonic flight. Naturally, it also has an autopilot function.

After flying to a certain height, Carter turned on the autopilot function, and then squeezed into Joey's seat. Their bodies were close together, and the soft touch made Joey wake up from his half-asleep.

"Master, let's do something exciting?"

Joey looked at Carter from a close distance, who was a bit square, but still pretty. Because he was on field duty in Africa, he hadn't eaten meat for more than a month, and now he was a little angry.

"Don't blame me then..."

"Huh, not sure who it is yet."

Joey picked up Carter, turned around and walked into the cabin...