Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Xiao Yi wanted to say that if he had to go to the Mafia by himself if he had to go to the Mafia as a last resort.

I don't want to be involved in it because of my personal grievances. I haven't reached the destination yet. It may be too early to say this.

The two political factions of country M, for the leadership of the country, have carried out the war to the point where they are in full swing.

Because of the uneven distribution of interests between the two factions, on the one hand, they want to militarize the country, and the other side intends to introduce other forces to maintain the stability of the country.

The flames of war continued to spread from the center of the city to the surrounding areas. There are huge business opportunities in such a civil war.

Country M was originally a backward and low-productivity country. After such a war broke out, arms became the most needed resource.

However, the arms itself relies on purchasing from other countries, and the special needs of the extraordinary period can only be reached by an agreement with the black hand.

As for the Mafia, they are very happy to do this kind of business. Both parties can eat money.

They will not distinguish between right and wrong, as long as they provide funds, they can be sold to arms, as is the case with the business in the underground black market.

"If you say that, was the person who killed Merkel the **** of death of this wolf?"

Moro, the boss of the Mafia, received Jock in his private residence, and now the two parties are in a cooperative relationship.

They entered a batch of munitions from another channel, which could not be sold, because they had promised Edward not to introduce the munitions onto the battlefield.

But this time it was different. Moro changed hands and sold this batch of arms to Jok, who would sell it. This matter had nothing to do with him.

"It's a big deal. I can't be joking with you here. The **** of death is indeed the murderer who killed Merkel."

Jock doesn't need to be afraid of Edward's power now, because he now has a new partner, and he needs to be sincere with his partners.

In addition, he had an idea in his heart that if the Mafia solved Xiao Yi this time, he could also eliminate his own hatred.

"I just told you the truth, and didn't mean anything else. If you think it's nothing, you can treat it as if I didn't say anything."

Jock deliberately emphasized this at the moment, and Moro was not inaudible. He smiled because of the other meaning in this sentence.

"Jock, do you think I'm a fool? I can't hear such a simple thing."

Moro sitting on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, the goblet was turned into glass shards when he pressed his fingers.

The fragment was pinched in his hand, and Moruo did not even feel the pain, his bald head was covered with scars, and his eyes were fixed on Jock.

Such a person has a legendary experience. It is said that his scalp was torn off during a fight with his opponent. Later he was remedied by surgery and left these scars.

To be able to climb to the position of the mafia boss, Moro must have his own means and abilities, otherwise sooner or later he will die in the hands of other people.

He is no ordinary person. In order to survive his twelve years in prison, he must fight those who are in prison.

This is an entertainment activity that local rich people and nobles often like to watch. Many prisoners are released, fight one-on-one, and then place bets on each other. Those who win can get higher profits.

Those who lose will lose the money they put on the prisoners, and the prisoners who place a bet mean they are dead, and the corpses will be disposed of at will.

Those who have won do not have any benefits. At most, they are just a few more meals. After they have a good rest, they have to face new opponents.

"I've seen too many such things in the prisoner arena. Some people want to kill the opponent, but they don't have the strength. So I figured out a way to get another strong person to give him a head."

Jock's thoughts were seen through, he was not in a panic right now, and the most important thing to do with this kind of people is money.

As long as he can do everything on the premise of giving money, Jock brought a good bargaining chip this time and smiled.

"Oh, I really can't hold you back, Boss Moro. Since I've said something, I'll just say it straight. I want you to help me teach this **** of death."

"How to teach? He is in Huaxia, do you plan to let me take someone to Huaxia to die?"

Moruo said, even though he knew that China's Wolf Warrior team had already appeared in Country M.

But this kind of muddy water, try not to mix it up, the special team of Wolf Warriors is not so easy to provoke.

Since Jock had come to tell Moro the news, he was somewhat prepared, and now he touched his chin with one hand.

The big ring on his finger, worn on his thumb, symbolizes his identity and status in the Jock family.

"Molo Old Dalian, I know that the Wolf Warriors team came to Country M, I don't think you don't know it?"

The expression on Moro's face stiffened, and Jock was even ready for this. It seemed that he had prepared a suitable bargaining chip and asked him to make a move.

"Okay, Jock, tell me about your bargaining chips. You have to know that there is a price to provoke the Wolf Warriors."

"Then this is your business, I'll figure out this number, as long as you solve the **** of death for me."

Jock stretched out a hand and compared it to a five position. Five here is not fifty million, but five hundred million.

"Five hundred million?"

"And it's still US dollars, shouldn't this be enough?"

Moruo's face changed. At this moment, Jock's bid was indeed a bit horrible. According to what he learned, the total assets of Jock's family were only tens of billions.

And in the past few months, the Jock family’s oil business has been losing money, and they spent five hundred million to deal with one person. I don’t know if Jock’s arrogance is still crazy this time.

"Haha...I really don't understand, Jock, what are you planning to do, just for a **** of death, besides, the **** of death killed my people."

"It's true, but because of this **** of death, it has caused a lot of trouble to my Jock family. I must get rid of him."

Jock said in a cold tone, even if it was such a big price, he still felt it was worth it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to swallow it.

A good business made Moruo feel that Jock's chips were enough, and he also had his own plan. At this moment, Moro leaned back on the sofa and snapped his fingers.

"Such a high price, I have no reason to refuse, I will take care of the matter for you."

"Then I will transfer five hundred million to your account and wait for your news here."

A smile appeared on Jock's face, which disappeared in an instant, and walked towards the room upstairs, leaving the rest to the Mafia.

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