arms tycoon

"Why don't you eat?" Ke Ke Heike Indias skillfully cut the steak with the knife in his hand. "The red wine is good, don't waste it, K."

Fu Ming looked at the bloodshot steak on the dining table, and then at the blood-red wine in the glass.

"As an oriental person, I can't understand why you like to eat bloody things so much." He pointed to the wine glass. "This thing, I have a psychological shadow because of you. Alcohol will affect the speed of my brain's thinking."

Ke Ke blushed, "Don't worry, I didn't take any medicine... The matter here is over. I'm afraid Victor Abeli ​​will not ask you to cooperate with him. On the contrary, iadc will provide him with great support. It seems that the government and The Democratic party forces in the north won't last long."

"The northern forces have me. If you don't want to meddle in the affairs of Lebanon, you can ignore them completely. Of course, I will take care of the iadc side." Fu Ming insisted, cut a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm sorry, but I can't attend Uncle Heikindias' funeral."

Ke Ke's complexion became ugly, her father had just passed away, no matter what she did, as long as this matter was brought up, her face would immediately darken. "I will follow his will and bury him in this market where he spent his life. Where are you going? The funeral is tomorrow, can't you wait more than ten hours?"

"I'm pressed for time." Fu Ming looked at his watch, the current time was [-]:[-]pm local time in Lebanon. "The flight at four o'clock in the morning tomorrow, I will arrive at Marco Polo Airport in Venice, Italy at around nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ke Ke lowered her head and continued to eat her dinner. The next bite of beef seemed to lose its flavor.

The steak on the plate in front of Fu Ming hadn't moved much, but the satellite phone in his pocket rang.

"I have to leave for a while. I will leave too early tomorrow, so I won't say hello to you. We will meet again." Fu Ming smiled apologetically and stood up.

"May I know your real name?" Ke Ke frowned, her face even more ugly.

"My name is K." Fu Ming stretched out his right hand, "Goodbye, Miss Coco Heike Indias."

Ke Ke also stood up and shook hands with Fu Ming. "The next time we meet, I don't know when it will be."

Fu Ming sighed, and picked up the satellite phone that had been ringing non-stop.He turned around and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

"Hello."

"Mr. K, do you still remember me? Blakely Paidar, your batch of fal automatic rifles are very useful." Blakely is the leader of the armed forces in the northern province of Lebanon, "The Communist Party thank you very much. "

"Of course I remember, Mr. Pedal." When Fu Ming had an interview with Blakely Pedal, he felt good about this short Middle Easterner, and Fu Ming felt that Blakely trusted him very much.During the whole process of the negotiation at the end of last year, Blakely sent his five-year-old daughter to complete the negotiation with Fu Ming, which left a deep impression on Fu Ming.

The northern province is different from the southern province. The area under the jurisdiction of the Communist Party has good law and order, and there are even civilians who greet the patrolling armed soldiers of the Communist Party.

In Fu Ming's impression, Blakely was not like Alasad, a leader of the armed forces of the Communist Party of China who wore a camouflage uniform and blushed at every turn, but more like a stern and kind father.

Fu Ming didn't go far, he stood at the door of the restaurant, took out a pack of Marlboro, and lit a cigarette for himself. "Mr. Paddle, please give my regards to your family."

Coco in the restaurant looked at Fu Ming in a black suit through the transparent glass window. "Isn't nicotine going to damage your brain? Bohemian orientals!"

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Blakely Paddle's youngest daughter, "Hello, Uncle K."

Blakely laughed a few times on the phone, "Good girl, you go out first, I have something to say to Mr. K."

"What's the matter?" Fu Ming threw away the cigarette after taking a few puffs, and he pricked up his ears.Since Blakely would call himself, there must be something important.

"Alasad should have been killed, you did it." Blakely's tone was very different from before, and he was not polite to Fu Ming.

Fu Ming didn't speak.

"That's what you did. Mr. K, after careful consideration, there are some things I think I should tell you. About two weeks ago, a guy code-named Vampire approached me and told me that if I could kill Vasily Ivanovich, who is currently in charge of the arms market in Lebanon, and kills the next successor in the region after Vasily's death, IADC will give our Communist Party very strong support and even unify the country."

Fu Ming frowned, and put his left hand in his pants pocket.It appears that Alasad did not lie before his death.

"I rejected him and killed all his men, but he escaped. The Communist Party needs to rely on its own strength to liberate all of Lebanon."

"I admire your decision, and thank you very much, Mr. Paidar." Fu Ming paused, "But unfortunately, the vampire found Pravda, and my friend Mr. Ivanovich has been killed. His The next successor, Mr. Heikindias, who is also my friend, has also been assassinated. It was Alasad who did it, so I killed him. Alasad said the same thing to me before he died .”

"Who the hell is a vampire? Why are you involved with the IADC organization?"

"To be honest, Mr. Paidar, code-named Vampire, is IADC, the chairman of the International Arms Dealers Committee. So far, I only know his code name. Sorry, IADC is no longer worthy of your trust. But you can trust me."

Fu Ming turned his head and looked at Ke Ke Heike Indias in the restaurant, and found that Ke Ke was also looking at him, so he smiled at her, turned and left quickly.Behind him, followed two men also wearing black suits, they were Song Jiahao and Luther Alex.

Ke Ke quickly turned her face away, but secretly glanced at Fu Ming's back, and found that he hadn't turned back, and angrily stuffed the last piece of beef into her mouth.

"Haha, Mr. K, you are a trustworthy businessman, otherwise I wouldn't call to remind you. I don't know why vampires want them dead, but I have an ominous premonition in my heart. Since your two All of your friends have been killed, so your situation is also very dangerous. I'm sorry, I can't help you with your friend's death." Blakely Paidar lowered his voice.

"I'm looking forward to the next cooperation with you." Fu Ming was still very grateful to Blakely in his heart. After all, as an arms dealer, no one was willing to make contacts with his heart. He was very moved by Blakely's move.

"I don't think it will be too long. Be careful, my friend, goodbye." Blakely paused for a moment, and hung up the phone without waiting for Fu Ming's answer. It seemed that there was an emergency.

Fu Ming pressed the button and put the satellite phone in his pocket again.

"Father must be notified as soon as possible." In his opinion, Fu Zhongtian in Russia is in a very dangerous situation now.Indeed, it was none other than Fu Zhongtian's friend who was killed.

Fu Ming returned to the hotel as quickly as possible. "Flight at four o'clock in the morning tomorrow, go back and tell others not to oversleep." He was already thinking about how much he spent on this trip to Lebanon.Just because of the hotel room damaged by cocoa, they paid more than 2 U.S. dollars, not counting the original room price of the hotel.This was followed by the abandonment of the rented suv in the port of Beirut, plus dealing with al-Assad and bribing hotel security and police money. …

"Am I out to make money or to lose money..." Fu Ming rubbed his head, "When we get to Venice, we must earn a fortune. This time we need cash, no bank transfers." At least, For cash payment, Fu Ming can still deduct a little money, but for bank transfer, the money will be directly remitted to Fu Zhongtian's account, and Fu Ming will get nothing after a trip.

"It's not easy to do any business, and you still need to pay taxes to iadc..." Fu Ming felt more and more that doing things for iadc was a very unreliable thing. If he couldn't make money, he might lose his life up.With a mind full of accounts and figures, he fell asleep in a daze.

Six hours later, three o'clock in the morning the next day.

"What should I do? Do you want to wake him up?" Luther stood at the door of Fu Ming's room. "Are you going to the airport early?"

"Of course we have to wake him up. How can there be such a boss who asks the employees to get up first, but he sleeps in it." Song Jiahao coaxed from the side.

"If I want to call you, I won't go." Matt folded his dark arms, turned his face away and began to whistle.

"Wayne! You go." Luther stabbed the arms fan Wayne from behind, and Wayne hit the door of the room.

"You guys know how to bully me..." Wayne knocked on the door with a sad face. He was the thinnest one in the team, not even comparable to Jack Davis, a physician who had never served in the army.

"Boss, are you awake?"

Fu Ming didn't sleep soundly. When he heard a knock on the door, he immediately jumped up from the bed, and then looked at his watch. "Damn, where's the alarm clock?" He looked at the phone again, and it turned off automatically because it had run out of battery. "Delay!" Fu Ming cursed secretly, and coughed a few times in embarrassment, indicating that he was awake.

"Ahem. Go find a good taxi and wait for me first."

Ten minutes later, eleven men took a taxi to Beirut Airport.Fu Ming was still wearing a black suit and plain glasses. If he took off the glasses, he could see the big dark circles under his eyes, which were as black as national treasures.Before leaving the hotel, he took the remaining two bottles of energy drinks in the refrigerator.When I saw the dark circles under the eyes of the doctor Jack, who were similar to him, I was very sympathetic. "Finally someone like me." He generously handed Jack another bottle of drink.

Of course, for that member of the security force who had been a soldier and carried a gun, it was nothing to endure dozens of hours.Especially black Matt Adams, excited like a monkey!

The taxi arrived at the airport, and the security staff took their luggage to the check-in office, leaving only Song Jiahao by Fu Ming's side, and all the weapons and equipment were kept locally and sold on the black market at a low price. In Fu Ming's words, it was It's better to save a little bit than to throw everything away. As for the 'bus', it was brought back to Russia by the ship of Fuzhongtian Trading and Transportation Company.

"Sir, can you help me see what time is the flight to Venice on the board?" A woman approached Fu Ming, pointed to the bulletin board at the airport, and asked in Chinese.

The bulletin boards are in Arabic, but also in English.The woman was probably in her early twenties, and her dress was not very fashionable. Under the beret was a long ponytail, which looked pure and lovely. Her slender legs were perfectly outlined by the low-waisted jeans.

"It's late, it takes off at [-]:[-]. Miss can't understand Arabic, how did you get here..." Fu Ming turned his head and answered in Chinese.

But when Fu Ming saw the press card on the woman's chest, he began to regret it.How could a reporter, especially a reporter in Lebanon, not understand English even if he could not read Arabic?

"Haha, you are indeed Chinese. I never expected to meet fellow villagers here." The reporter stretched out his hand, "Meeting one of my own people in a country at war is considered fate. My name is Li Jingxue. It's a pleasure meeting you, sir. , how do you call it?"

Fu Ming gave a wry smile, his nationality was found out just like this, it's really a secret.

"It's late, it takes off at [-]:[-]." Fu Ming repeated what he said just now in authentic Arabic.

"It's late, it takes off at [-]:[-]." This time it was in Japanese.

Fu Ming repeated what he just said to Li Jingxue in English, German, French, Spanish, and even Thai.

"Miss Li, not all people with oriental faces and who can speak standard Chinese are all Chinese." Fu Ming said in English, and then smiled.

Li Jingxue was stunned, "Which country are you from?"

"Nice to meet you. My name is know. You can just call me K." Fu Ming's standard London accent made Li Jingxue doubt that what Fu Ming said just now was true.

"Mr. K, I thought it was the no at the beginning of n. Nice to meet you."

"It looks like we're on the way. I wonder what Miss Li is going to go from Beirut to Venice?" Fu Ming looked at the time.

"I just finished the interview here, and I plan to go back to China later, go to Venice for vacation, and relax. Where is Mr. K?" Li Jingxue had a standard polite smile on her face. "Even if you are not Chinese, it is not bad to meet a foreigner with an oriental face on the road."

"Just like you, on vacation." Fu Ming also had a habitual smile on his face.

"Boss, the things are packed, it's almost time, and we are ready to board the plane. Miss, we have a tight schedule, so we won't waste your time." The members of the security forces who stored the checked items have already returned, and they stood in black suits. Behind Fu Ming, who was also in a black suit.

Matt saw that there was a stranger beside Fu Ming, so he prepared to let the stranger leave voluntarily.The non-standard English seemed very bad, and the sentence just now was obviously driving people away.

"It's okay. We're friends. We're on the way." Although Fu Ming said that, he didn't think so in his heart.A war correspondent, after the interview, of course he has to go back to China to accept some investigations, go to Venice for vacation?It's okay to fool ghosts, but it's too childish to fool Fu Ming.

"Nice to meet you." Li Jingxue stretched out her right hand.She wasn't stupid either. Eleven men in black suits, many of whom had the habitual movements of soldiers and knew each other, flew from Beirut to Venice for vacation, and she wouldn't believe it even if they were killed.

"Me too." Fu Ming shook hands with Li Jingxue.

A man and a woman shook hands and boarded a plane bound for Venice with their own ulterior motives.