Alvin knew full well that Old Bull Alexei wouldn't suddenly get a wild hair and decide to liberate anyone for no reason...
The guy was a typical Russian gangster: arrogant, vicious, and with an extremely weak sense of right and wrong.
If someone told him this guy had found his conscience and wanted to save farmers in Peru from gang control, Alvin would be the first not to believe it.
Alexei looked at Alvin's serious expression and shifted his thick neck uneasily. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I've got several shipments of weapons I need to find buyers for...
"I think this is a good opportunity. I can do some good and make a little money, too."
Alvin didn't believe a word of that crap. Donate two shiploads of weapons and send a thousand men to help fight, and he'd make a damn penny...
How long would it take him to break even by farming?
Alexei squirmed under Alvin's gaze and said irritably, "I called Old William. He knows how to make brandy.
"I can go to Peru, buy some land, and grow grapes. While I'm at it, I can get the locals to grow some grapes for me, too.
"Brandy isn't strong enough, but we're selling it off-world, aren't we?"
Alexei's sudden "farming dream" left Alvin stunned. What the hell was this about growing grapes and making brandy himself?
Selling alcohol could certainly make money, but how could it possibly compete with selling guns?
Old Bull was now a buyer of the United States military's "junk," controlling nearly 20% of its "scrapped" weapons.
That was already an astonishing amount, because the rest of the "scrapped" weapons were in the hands of the CIA and those bastards in Congress.
Those CIA bastards made up their budget shortfalls by reselling