Erica said strangely, "Are you inquiring about the mercenary website because you want to find suitable tasks? If you're not a mercenary, why did you come to Antar?"

Joja frowned and looked at Erica, saying impatiently, "Although my company is not large, I have formed my own team to ensure the security of my business. What's the problem with that?"

After listening for a while, Joja learned about a dark web platform called the "Dark Web". It sounded exciting, but in reality, it didn't seem to be of much help to his business.

Without reliable intermediaries or brokers, ordering on the dark web would be like throwing money away because you wouldn't know who you were dealing with.

He thought that mercenaries should have their own forum or website where they could advertise and attract high-end firearms business.

However, Joja was disappointed to find out that although he could advertise on the dark web, there was no guarantee and no one would believe him.

This Erica claimed to know some famous brokers, and if Joja accepted his offer, he wondered how proud this guy would be.

Since they were not very familiar with each other, Joja didn't want to rely on someone like him.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Joja said, "Although I occasionally fight, I am not a mercenary. I am called 'Jackal', and I am an arms dealer."

Erica, feeling incredulous, said, "You, an arms dealer? A Chinese arms dealer? Are you joking? The Chinese arms dealers I've seen are doing big business. Does SD still need you to promote firearms?"

Joja didn't like Erica's attitude. He asked while driving, "I want to know if there is a website where mercenaries can communicate. You've seen my guns, and I think my clients might be there."

Erica nodded and said, "Do you really need to ask me about this? You can easily find many PMC websites. The most famous one should be the 'Global PMC Website'. It is the communication hub for most individual mercenaries. However, you need someone to vouch for you to apply for an account there, and I can help you with that. They have personnel recruitment, task distribution, and second-hand equipment trading."

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Listening to this, Joja curiously glanced at Erica's profile and said, "But are you really an arms dealer? If someone in the United States customizes a gun with you, how do you plan to deliver it? Will the transaction be in cash or through bank transfer?"

Joja was taken aback by the question. As they arrived at his doorstep, he opened the door, shook his head, and said, "Since you have raised so many questions, there must be a solution, right? Am I right?"

Erica smirked and took a sip of tea, saying in a teasing tone, "Of course, as long as you officially announce that you won't make me destroy my WA2000, I will tell you everything you want to know."

Joja glanced at the cunning Erica, shook his head, and invited the others into his house, asking Nis to brew a pot of tea.

Glancing at Erica's legs propped up on the coffee table, Joja shook his head and said, "Okay, you can keep your gun. Tell me your solution."

Erica arrogantly took a sip of tea and said, "The best solution is to establish a firearms modification studio in the United States. The United States is where the big players in the PMC industry gather. In that place, anything that seems unbelievable can be legally obtained through lawyers."

Upon hearing this, Joja slapped Erica's head, causing him to jump up with a yelp. Annoyed, Joja said, "I'll have someone call you a car. You better leave quickly, or I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing you."

Erica held his head in fear and realized that Joja didn't intend to continue attacking. He said in a pitiful tone, "Okay, okay, I was just joking. You can entrust your top-notch precision rifles to me because I am a 'big shot' in the sniper industry. They all trust me. For example, your WA2000, if you give it to me, I can find a buyer for you. Although it is a replica, the quality of the gun is even better than the original. With my guarantee, the selling price will definitely not be less than 300,000 US dollars."

Saying this, Erica looked at Joja, who was clearly impatient. He stepped back behind Antar and said loudly, "I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, ask Antar and 'Devil Bird'."

When Joja shifted his gaze to Nis, she nodded slightly and said, "Erica is the maintainer of the largest sniper forum in the world and one of the top hackers in Sweden..."

Upon hearing this, Erica jumped up dissatisfied and shouted, "Hey, I'm the best, the best hacker in the world. I just have different hobbies from those guys who love destruction."

Nis nodded and said, "As far as I know, this guy has the best shooting skills among hackers, and the reverse is also true. He does have connections with many top snipers and has organized some offline competitions. This guy's code name is 'Albatross', and his online bird logo has greatly increased the value of many snipers, but it has also caused trouble for many people. Antar caught his attention, which attracted the attention of the Turkish intelligence agency. Of course, compared to the risks, this guy can provide more help. I have received technical emails from him before, and he guided me on where to buy suitable TAC-50 bullets."

Joja listened and fell silent for a moment before saying, "So you two have known each other for a long time?"

Nis shook her head and said, "This is our first meeting. The last time I contacted him was six years ago."

After a moment of silence, Joja asked curiously, "So this guy has some credibility in the sniper circle?"

Nis nodded and said, "As far as I know, that's the case. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought him along."Joja finished listening and looked at Erica, smiling, and said, "Are you sure you can sell my guns? I am an arms dealer. I can tolerate you joking about irrelevant matters, but if you play tricks with me in business, guess what the consequences will be?"

Erica shrank behind Antar and said, "You just want to make money, right? Have you ever thought that it's a problem to target a group of high-risk professionals?"

Looking at Joja's softened expression, Erica continued, "Darling, in this world, the most powerful consumers are always the 'enthusiasts.' Some people would spend thousands of dollars on a lifelike fishing bait. Some people would spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on an antique car. Some people would spend 300,000 dollars on a rifle that can hit a coin from 1000 meters away. Mercenaries are not gun enthusiasts; they use guns to make money. They need the most practical and cost-effective equipment, otherwise their commissions may not even cover their losses."

As Erica spoke, she noticed that Joja nodded slightly, so she boldly reached out and patted Joja's arm, then quickly withdrew as if she had been shocked.

Realizing that Joja didn't show any signs of anger this time, Erica proudly said, "If you provide me with two WA2000s and two AWMs like Antar just used each year, I can help you earn at least 800,000 dollars annually."

Upon hearing this, Joja instinctively pushed away Erica's hand and said, "Why can't we sell more guns?"

Erica looked at Joja as if he were a fool and said, "Bro, even the best things lose their value when there are too many of them. And how many of those high-level guns do you think you can make in a year without sleeping?"

Joja didn't bother explaining his situation to Erica. This guy's so-called boutique route was exactly the same as his approach to selling high-quality weapons to Lu Jun.

This guy's information channels are all snipers and those fanatic civilian shooting enthusiasts. Obviously, Erica believes that those 'enthusiasts' have more purchasing power!

What he said actually made sense. Assuming the WA2000 can be sold for 300,000 dollars, which reckless mercenary would bring it to the battlefield? Is the commission worth the price of this gun?

If the gun gets damaged or lost on the battlefield, who would he cry to?

Just as Joja was about to agree to this small distributor, his phone suddenly rang...

On the other end, Lu Jun shouted loudly, "Boss Joja, come and save me..."