People in Marvel want to die!

Ergarte had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and the frequent blows to his business in the past few days had caused him a huge loss of funds, and even more of a loss of stored goods.

Soon after, the other party also arrived.

The

side dealing with the Skeletons was dressed strangely.

They were led by an older Asian woman dressed as a noblewoman, with a slender cane in her hand.

The others were wrapped in dark clothing, revealing only a pair of eyes at most.

It was a pair of very "pure" eyes.

Pure nothing.

"Are there so many idlers in your organization, so many people have come?" the old woman asked Ergarth, seemingly nonchalantly.

Ergart pretended to shrug his shoulders lightly: "No way, there are competitors doing things recently." "

The old woman nodded casually and said, "It doesn't matter....... Is the money ready?".

Ergarte: "It's all ready, anyway, do you have any more goods?"

Old woman: "If you have money, you have goods." "

Urgat: "There's so much money for now, but I'm about to make deliveries, and I'm sure I'll be back to you soon with a lot of money."

Your supply price is nearly 40% lower than the average market price, but the quality is first-class, I hope we can continue to cooperate. "

Urgat's gang is a "middleman", he has already received a lot of orders, and the goods have been prepared, but the place where the goods are hidden is not known how they were leaked, and they were set on fire.

I wanted to buy goods from others for emergencies temporarily, but I failed repeatedly, and I lost a lot of money.

The buyer's time to receive the goods is approaching, but he is out of stock.

According to the rules of the road, you have to lose money.

The money lost is not enough to pay him to death.

What's even more infuriating is that he found that behind those ruined businesses there were shadows of those former business partners.

This forced him to be more wary of his former business friends, and also cut off his possibility of asking for help.

If the target of the call for help happens to be one of the people who wants to mess with him, wouldn't that expose his own vulnerability?

It's the equivalent of telling the enemy, "I'm dying, come and kill me!"

It's not pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he's really not going to do it!

Unbeknownst to him, however, that "those" of his enemies had always been forged by Frank alone.

Level 10 agent, terrifying!

There is no money inside, and there is no help outside.

Urgart has been cornered.

Don't look at him as domineering in front of his subordinates now, but he knows that if this deal fails tonight, he will no longer be able to pay his subordinates and provide them with the benefits they can enjoy now.

When the time comes, without the help of a competitor, these subordinates who are now acting obediently like dogs in front of him will bite him to death in minutes, trying to lick every drop of his blood before he actually falls.

Anxious to complete the deal, Urgart quickly placed a dozen boxes in front of the old woman and opened them to reveal full bills.

Then the old woman also brought out a box, and when she opened it, she saw that the boxes were all packets of white powder.

These are the goods that Urgart desperately needs.

...

The evil trade is underway, and on the other side, Frank has begun his actions.

Even though Ergart had placed a tight cordon around the trading floor, Frank had easily found the loopholes.

It didn't take long for Frank to take out the Skeleton Gang at the high ground and pull out a bunch of stuff from his fur coat.

Crossbows, bolts, remote-controlled bombs, ......

Frank put them together with a few simple things.

Everything is ready to go!

Frank uses his night vision binoculars to observe the situation inside the arena to make sure nothing unplanned happens.

Observing it, Frank felt that everything was under control.

Then, he pulled out a pair of noise-proof earmuffs from his coat and put them on, then pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger ....... into the air

"Bang quack".

A high-pitched, unpleasantly nauseous sound rang out in the silent docks.

The

gangsters who were trading blocked their ears.

But even so, the penetrating sound still made their eardrums feel extremely uncomfortable.

After a second or so, the cacophony was about to die out when Frank pulled the trigger again.

Ugly voices rang out again and again.

No one can discern the source of the sound in the midst of such noise.

After Bai Yu heard Frank's signal, he couldn't help but cover his ears.