William was pondering the idea of how to fight Debeth when Thor's voice came over the cabin radio, "Guys, please sit down, it's time for us to take off".

Barney 6 looked at William, William nodded, "Let's go to South Africa."

"Understood", Barney replied and walked to the cockpit, and after ten seconds, the plane began to accelerate, taxiing on the water for a few hundred meters before slowly flying up.

Sitting in his seat and thinking for a long time, William took out his confidential satellite phone and called his neighbor Yuri Orlov in New York.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and a very impatient voice came, "Good morning, this is Yuri Orlov, who are you?"

William held the satellite phone and wondered if he had made the wrong call, or if Yuri had taken gunpowder?

The last time I was at the Upper East Side householders' party, Yurioloff was very attentive to himself, "Yuri, it's me, William Devonhill."

"Aha, I'm sorry, Mr. Devon Hill?" Yuriolov hurriedly apologized when he heard William's call, "I just happened to you, I've kept you waiting, I apologize again, what do you command, Mr. Devon Hill."

Yuriolov stood by the windowsill with a satellite phone and spoke to William in a flattering tone,

While looking at the listening truck on the street below his house, his eyes stared fiercely at Jack Valentine, the leader of the International Small Arms Proliferation Prevention Group who walked out of the listening vehicle.

He has been watched and listened to by Jack Valentine downstairs for more than six months, and to Yuri's annoyance, Jack Valentine doesn't bother other other arms dealers who are more dangerous than him.

But he stared at him, who only sold light weapons, and lost millions of dollars in half a year.

If it weren't for the bottom line in his heart, and it would be good for him to keep Jack Valentine to keep an eye on him, and he wouldn't have to worry about being shot by the official people of the United States, Yuriolov would have found a relationship to get rid of Jack Valentine.

But now Yuri gritted his teeth with hatred for Jack Valentine, and Jack Valentine couldn't find his sore foot, so he turned the point to his wife, Ava Fontaine.

Thinking of his wife, who didn't know firewood, rice, oil and salt, he had a headache and helplessness, not only did he not help him, but he was also moved by Jack Valentine, the Virgin Man, and the Virgin had a heart attack and forced him to stop doing serious business.

F, K, Yuri scolded his wife for not being knowledgeable, and he was provoked to target his husband with a few words, and he didn't want to make money that would pay for her lavish expenses.

With the family's consumption and the Central Park mortgage, Yuriolov has to spend at least $200,000 a month, and if it weren't for the money he has made in Africa in the past few years, and now he has some money to spare, Yuriolov would not have been able to survive.

Yuriolov, who is accustomed to gray business and is accustomed to the net profit of a business with tens of millions of dollars, is not at all impatient to do serious oil, timber, and ore business.

Yuriolov, who is used to playing side balls, is very uncomfortable.

However, the bad mood immediately changed after receiving William's call, and Yuriolov's tense face finally showed a happy look.

A rich man like William is a super big customer for him, otherwise Yuri wouldn't have been so attentive to William at the last time he was at the Upper East Side householder's party, if he could do business with a big tyrant like William, then his company, which is not improving now, would be fine immediately.

"Mr. Devon Hill, no matter how much oil, timber, ore you need, I can give you the lowest price, and the quality is guaranteed."

"Hehe, Yuri, I know what you do, I don't want those things, don't tell me, you don't sell the vacuum cleaners used by the Angel King and his mothers, I look forward to your call, Mr. War King",

William hung up the phone without waiting for Yuri to reply, and he didn't believe that Yurioloff, who had been working for almost 20 years, really stopped selling oil at home with peace of mind.

Listening to the 'beep' sound on the phone, Yuriolov stood by the windowsill of his house, and he understood what the vacuum cleaner used by the angel king and his mother was what William was talking about.

Angel King is the black word of these arms dealers, representing AK, Mom is talking about bazooka, vacuum cleaner is talking about helicopter, and Mom's vacuum cleaner is talking about helicopter gunship.

Thinking that a person like William who is worth billions of dollars must have a very large number of things, and there will be millions of dollars in profits just from selling a vacuum cleaner, which makes Yuri, who has stopped working for half a year, very itchy in his heart, and he immediately flew to see William.

According to his estimates, William's profit from this order can be millions of dollars, maybe tens of millions of dollars, the most important thing is that there are not many people who have enough strength to pay for William, for them arms dealers, William is a platinum five-star customer, and he didn't dare to think of it before.

Now this kind of heaven-level customer came to the door by himself, but he hesitated, thinking about the promise to his goddess wife, Yuriolov felt distressed, his liver hurt, and his eggs hurt.

Yurioloff, who was dying of regret, heard a knock on the door, and his wife, Ava, walked in with a smile on her face and said, "Yuri, Andre Butters, the Grand Steward of Libia, is coming, you should pack up and prepare to meet Mr. Grand Steward."

"Hmm, didn't you make an appointment to meet you at the hotel? Why did he come directly," Yuri said after thinking for a moment, "You help me prepare my clothes, I'll come right away after I pack up",

The collision of two things made Yurioloff make a decision immediately, he couldn't help but want to return to his best industry, only the arms industry can give Yuri a sense of accomplishment.

André Butters, the manager of Libia, who had been doing business with him for more than a decade, came to the door in person, and Yuri knew that he had little choice.

If he can't get along with Andre Butters, God knows what Andre Butters and his crazy son Andre II will do, at least his wife and children are already on the verge of danger.

After packing up his papers, Yuri walked out of the study, put on his suit and tie under the service of his wife Ava, and heard the doorbell ringing.

"Go on, dear, don't keep the guests waiting, I'll get ready to drink."

"Thank you, dear" Yuri opens the door and walks out of the house, only to see Andre Butters and his crazy son smiling in front of his house.

"Hell, Andrei, why did you come to my house directly, can't you talk about something at the hotel?"

"Good morning, Yuri", Andre Butters smiled and hugged Yuri, "It's not easy to find you, if it weren't for the fact that I still have some connections in your country, I wouldn't have known that my arms dealer has washed his hands, Yuri, won't you invite us in for a drink?"