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Chapter 96 Dexter, make a friend
"Yes, yes..." Peter Gaev was stunned for a moment before replying, "Mr. Ding, do you want it?"

When Ding Ze heard that, hey, it looks like there's something going on, and he immediately got excited and said, "Yes!"

Peter Gayev: "..."

What does this guy want to do?
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like you want to collect tanks!
"Mr. Ding, let me ask, do you want a tank?" Peter Gayev felt it was necessary to ask clearly.

"Of course it's shooting," Ding Ze replied with a bright smile.

Peter Gayev, “…..Fire at whom?”

"Whoever comes to hit me, I will fire at!" Ding Ze replied.

'Well, this guy is really crazy! ' Peter Gayev muttered silently, and after a moment's hesitation, "Mr. Ding, tanks are actually not of much use in the city..."

Before Peter Gayev finished speaking, Ding Ze could tell that Peter Gayev didn't want to help get the tank.

How does this work?

Tanks are a must.

So, as soon as Peter Gaev finished talking, Ding Ze immediately stopped laughing and asked calmly, "Mr. Gaev, what I want is what I want, can you help me get it?" Come for a tank?”

see.

hum.

Andre immediately panicked and felt that the atmosphere suddenly became much more solemn.

Peter Gaev didn't panic too much, but his scalp was still slightly numb when he faced Ding Ze who was not smiling and expressionless like this.

After a second.

"Yes!" Peter Gaev did not dare to talk any more nonsense and nodded in the affirmative. "However, there is definitely no way to transport the tank to the United States as a whole. If Mr. Ding wants it, the tank must be dismantled and replaced with parts. Transportation, when the parts are shipped here, I will arrange for some professionals to come from Russia and assemble the tank."

"The cost of such a set of operations will be relatively high."

It's not just money.

Ding Ze smiled again, "No problem, money is a trivial matter. Just follow your instructions. I want twelve tanks and more artillery shells, at least a few hundred rounds."

Peter Gayev: "..."

Twelve tanks?Hundreds of rounds of artillery shells?
What is this madman going to do?
Forget it.

Peter Gayev didn't want to think anymore, "Okay, it will take a while."

"Okay, you can contact John about this later," Ding Ze said.

Ever since he heard Dingze say the word "tank", Abruzzi had been silent. When he heard his name, he nodded helplessly to Peter Gaev.

Seeing the helplessness on Abruzzi's face, Peter Gaev suddenly felt that Abruzzi was a bit pitiful for following such a crazy boss.

Ding Ze spoke again at this time, "Okay, let's just settle the matter of tanks. Now let's talk about another thing. In order to ensure that my operations in Mexico go smoothly, I need a large amount of arms."

"Originally, I planned to buy this batch of arms in the United States and then find a way to transport them there."

"Now that I have met you, Mr. Gayev, I think things will be much simpler."

"Can Mr. Gayev arrange it?"

It's just arms.

Peter Gayev nodded without any hesitation, "No problem. The entire country of Mexico is full of holes. I can handle them. How many arms do you want?"

"Guns, bullets, grenades, a boatload of them."

"Okay," Peter Gayev agreed readily.

"Thanks. As for the expenses, you'd better deal with John."

"Ok."

This is the end.

What needs to be said is over.

The four of them continued eating and drinking.

After eating and drinking, Dingze and Abruzzi stood up to say goodbye.

After leaving the restaurant, Ding Ze planned to go for a walk to eat, while Abruzzi needed to make arrangements for Ding Ze to attend the charity dinner in the evening. The two of them parted ways, each busy with their own affairs.
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Ding Ze wandered around for a while, having nothing to do. He had an idea, so he hailed a taxi and walked to Dexter Morgan's house.

In the first few days after arriving in Miami, he searched all over Miami and naturally found the apartment where Dexter Morgan lived.

It's just that I was busy with things before and didn't do anything.Now, if you have some free time, let's go make friends with Dexter.

About half an hour later.

When he arrived at the place, Ding Ze got out of the car and walked naturally and calmly to the apartment.

At this time in the afternoon, Dexter should be working at the Miami Police Department, and maybe he was still researching and looking for the next target to be chopped up.

However, there is a slight possibility that he is in the apartment at this time.

Therefore, just in case, after reaching the floor where Dexter's apartment was located, Ding Ze slowed down a little and lowered his footsteps a little.

Soon, we arrived at the door of Dexter's apartment.

Ding Ze raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

Hmm, no response.

Then just go in.

Ding Ze had no ink stain, so he decisively took out the lockpicking tool he had always carried with him from his pocket, and wow, opened the door.

The door opens like this.

An extremely familiar sight was before his eyes.

"It's so unreal," Ding Ze smiled and said to himself, then walked in and closed the door.

into the house.

Ding Ze began to stroll.

Sincerely.

Because he has watched the show "Blood Forensic" many times, he is basically familiar with everything in this room.

Due to familiarity, as he walked, he still felt like he was wandering around his own home.

really interesting.

Walked around.

Ding Ze walked to the core of the house, which was the wall-mounted air conditioner in the living room. Then, he reached out and took off the casing of the air conditioner, and took out the dark red wooden box that Dexter had hidden inside.

The wooden box is still a bit heavy.

Holding the wooden box, Ding Ze sat on the sofa and gently placed the wooden box on the coffee table before opening it.

Open it up and take a look.

There are already dozens of blood shards inside.

A piece of blood represents a dead person.

There are dozens of people.

"What a heinous guy," Ding Ze joked with a smile. Then, after looking at the blood films for a while, he got up and went to Dexter's desk, found a pen and paper, and wrote a line: Make a friend Come on, call me, xxxx.

After writing it, he put the note into the wooden box containing the blood slices, put the wooden box back into the air conditioner, closed the air conditioner lid, and Ding Ze went out.

Come to the corridor.

This apartment is facing the sea, really right on the seaside.

Standing on the corridor and looking out into the distance, the scenery is indeed quite good.

Ding Ze looked at it quietly for a while and had no idea of ​​buying an apartment here.

There is no reason for it.

Dexter is a real psychopath.

Although you can get in touch and have some fun, it's not suitable to live so close.

After all, who knows if Dexter will feel that he is a threat at some point and want to fight him desperately.

He really didn't want to kill Dexter.

Miami would be boring without Dexter.

Ding Ze thought, walked away, and continued walking.

(End of this chapter)