Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 69: Santa Claus

"As for smuggling weapons, in the little memory I have left, I used to do it a lot. But to break the balance? What are you going to do?" Trent frowned.

Yuri extinguished the cigarette with only the butt left and said: "I told the Supreme Commander about the last time we went to sell weapons. The Hutts are beating the Hutts."

"Hutts fighting Hutts?"

"That's right. The Supreme Commander said that the Hutts can only be the ones who dare to spend so much money on Planet Tatooine in the Hutt space. Therefore, these are the two biggest gangsters in Tatooine - Jabba the Hutt and Gardulla the Hutt who are at war, and the group of Bothans who bought my weapons are the killers who want to do something on Gardulla's side."

"So you 'accidentally' sold weapons to the Hutts?"

"Rather than being careless, it's better to say that on Tatooine, ninety percent of the armed conflicts are related to the Hutts behind them. The Supreme Commander said that if it wasn't for the batch of weapons I sold to the Bothans, These Bothans should have never been able to get any ammunition at all, so they couldn't make any splashes on Tatooine at all."

"So, your munitions made those Bothans succeed? And by the way, you also snatched two Proton Torpedoes to pay you off?"

Yuri smiled, "Yes, although I don't quite understand why the Supreme Commander used the word 'originally'. But in this matter, I can only admire his wisdom. He deduced After knowing everything behind it, then, I know what to do."

"What are you going to do?"

"Haha! Show him, Vitali!" Yuri turned his head and shouted towards the cargo hold.

Vitaly Orlov came out with a cigarette in his mouth, "No problem, just watch carefully."

Shua!! He opened the canvas curtain, and the wide cargo hold of the YV-865 Aurore-class Freighter was actually full of all kinds of weapons!

Now even the villager was stunned, "Heavy Machine Guns, Light Machine Guns, Bazookas, Assault Rifles, Pistols, Grenades... wait a minute, there are Mortars!! Have you emptied the Mothership's arsenal? !"

"The Supreme Commander said that these things will soon be eliminated by new products, so I need to sell them openly until they are sold out," Yuri said proudly.

"Are you going to buy weapons for the Hutt Gardulla and use them to deal with Jabba?" Trent gasped, "I remember the Supreme Commander said that Jabba is Tatu Because of the real master!"

"That's right, but he also told me that there would be no profit in selling things to Jabba."

"Did he really say that?"

"Hahahaha! Don't worry about these, the Supreme Commander has his own measure. In short, you should be my driver, you owe me this! If it wasn't for you last time, how could I have run into the mouth of that Fucking space octopus where?"

"It's none of my business!" Trent looked depressed.

"Nonsense, if you didn't go to the Hammerhead-class cruiser to play with women, I wouldn't even be able to drive the spaceship, and finally jumped into the hyperspace rift? Hurry up! Drive the spaceship to the desert over there, coordinate me send you."

"Stop directly in the desert? Are you kidding me!"

However, Yuri over there has already made a phone call on his own, "Yo! Scar, how are you doing recently? Haha, I'm here again, do you miss me? I'm your Santa Claus!... Christmas What is an old man? Hehe, he is the person who fell from the sky and brought you Christmas presents."

"Fuck!" Trent cursed secretly and flew the spaceship towards the coordinates.

On Tatooine, more than 90% of the land is desert, and 99.9% of these deserts are uninhabited no man's land.

The spacecraft fell slowly onto a relatively flat place in the desert, but it did not land on the ground, because the soft sand could not bear the weight of the spacecraft, which would capsize. Only a super-high driving skill like Trent can drive the spaceship to accurately hover less than two meters from the ground.

On the ground, there were already two Bansa II floating boats parked, and there were more than 20 menacing people standing under the floating boats. Most are Botha, but there are also a few Gamo and Nikto among them. What's interesting is that these people basically have machetes and axes in their hands, and only a few of them hold the Type 21 assault rifle that Yuri sold to them before.

Magtan Scar was standing in front of the team, but he was a little behind. Standing in front of him was a burly Botha. The Bothan's chest muscles swelled so much that he couldn't even stretch his clothes, and his hands were replaced by large mechanical arms starting from his shoulders.

"Business is business, business is business..." Yuri-Olov cheered himself up, straightened his tie, and jumped down with Vitali, followed by two other T-850s.

The other party saw that he was not a good person and that there were so many people, Yuri's calf trembled slightly, but he still walked up, pretending to be happy and shouting with open hands, "Yo~~ Scar! Long time no see! "

Scar nodded and grinned, pointing to the muscular man with mechanical arms in front of him and said, "This is my boss, Broderick-Gravel."

Broderick Gravel looked Yuri up and down, and asked, "You are the one who sells those big guns?"

"Haha, that's right. If you think it's useful, I brought more this time!" Yuri replied with a smile.

"Nobody dared to sell us weapons, why would you?"

"Well, what should I say, I'm your Santa Claus. I heard your voice so here I come, with Christmas presents. Merchants, everyone gets what they need, don't they?"

"We robbed Jabba's property..." Rubble was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Yuri waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I didn't hear, I don't know anything. I'm just Santa Claus, you know."

Broderick-Gravel had a cruel grin on his face, "Fine, I like that. So, how many big guns do you have?"

"There's more than you can use, my friend. But the question is, do you have any money?"

"I don't have any money." Broken Stone shook his head and said.

"It's hard to say, friend, look, I'm a businessman, right?" Yuri spread his hands, ready to let the T-850 pull him onto the spaceship.

Broderick Gravel added, "But whatever you want, I can grab it! Tell me, what do you want? As long as there is anything on Jabba's territory, I can grab it." As he spoke, a murderous and bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

Yuri's footsteps stopped, he let go of T-850's hand and jumped down again, looking at the gravel, knife scars, and the people behind them with great interest.

All of these people are fierce and unusual, and they look like ruthless characters who have been licking blood for a long time. No wonder they dared to provoke Jabba, the local emperor here, on Tatooine.

Even if there was another Hutt man Gardulla secretly helping, it was also because of their own strength and ferocity.

A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Yuri's mouth, and he said, "If this is the case, I think we can sit down and talk."

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