"It's only 500,000 rounds of ammunition, 1,500 rounds of rockets, it's just a small thing, you can't make much money on these primary munitions, and you can only produce these to ensure cooperation with Africa. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Contrary to Han Changyong's expectations, Fang Lei actually spoke easily, and the situation he said was similar to what he secretly investigated.

"Then what is Mr. Fang going to produce next time, or bullets and rockets?" Han Changyong continued to ask.

"No, no, no, I just purchased a batch of equipment, which has been debugged almost, and the next thing we want to produce is the euro, the printing board that Mr. Jin sent over last time has not generated a penny of income for me, and now I just use it to experiment, maybe in the near future, I can produce the most direct wealth by myself." Fang Lei showed that he completely regarded Han Changyong as his own person at this time.

"Hehehe, then I don't know if it can be regarded as a share?" Han Changyong, who was not so easily impressed, continued to probe.

"Of course, no problem, if the first batch of banknotes is qualified, then let's go shopping. Fang Lei replied without thinking.

"I like the idea, cheers. Han Changyong smiled, and this time he took the initiative to raise his glass.

At this time when Han Changyong and Fang Lei were drinking, after changing into a felt white robe that is extremely common to the locals, Hou Rui, who pulled up his hood and covered his face, left the bungalow and began to walk towards the urban area of the small city.

This time, the ape-man sent a map with a special red line path, and a short text: Brother Wild Dog, I found someone in Siberia transporting three tons of special ink, which is specially used by the European Union to print banknotes, and now I send you the transportation route map, hoping that you can trace the whereabouts of the Peacock King from this clue.

Hou Rui was overjoyed when he saw this message, he hurriedly glanced at the picture, forcibly pressed the shoulder of the person he wanted to rush over to intercept, and after trying to calm his mood, he continued to walk forward, and finally across the street from the Katyusha restaurant, he found a bakery and walked in, and then bought something to eat and sat at the window, eating and waiting.

More than an hour later, at about nine o'clock, a convoy of four jeeps appeared from the end of the street, and these cars stopped in front of the Katyusha restaurant, and then more than a dozen men with assault rifles got out of the cars and dispersed, tightly sealing off the entire street.

After the jeeps with the armed men had left, two half-tracked snowmobiles approached from another street, and when they also stopped in front of the restaurant, Vichylev, who was wearing an eye patch and a fleece hat from one of the snowmobiles, jumped out first.

Dressed in a black down jacket, Vichilev talked to his men for a few words, and then led them into the Katyusha restaurant, followed by two snowmobiles, turned the corner, and stopped in the side alley.

"Look at this formation, it's really not small!" Hou Rui, who had been quietly observing, had just finished sighing, and there was a burst of propeller roar above his head, followed by a snow-camouflage-painted Mi-17 and Hippopotamus utility helicopter that swept over the street at a low speed, and then the helicopter circled a little and flew towards a tall building not far away.

"......" At this moment, Hou Rui also had to reassess the strength of the porter, and he was able to occupy a place in the international arms market.

According to Hou Rui's original plan, he planned to buy some rye baguettes to pass off as explosives, and then gambled and rushed into the Katyusha restaurant to meet the big bear, but now it is a bit too reckless to see this practice, because the porters not only blocked the entire street, but even called in air support, once the matter of meeting collapsed, then he would instantly fall into a situation surrounded by groups and nowhere to escape, which is really dangerous!

Just as Hou Rui's heart was struggling repeatedly, and he couldn't decide whether to enter the restaurant or not for a while, the satellite phone in Hou Rui's arms rang again. But this time, Hou Rui looked at the number and hesitated, and finally he gritted his teeth and cut off the phone, and at the same time got up and left the bakery.

At the same time, in the Katyusha restaurant more than 200 meters away, Vichylev was throwing a tantrum, grabbing a chair and slamming it on the table in front of him, which not only smashed several cups, but also smashed the entire chair apart.

"This damn guy! sinister and cunning coward, he dares to trick me, I'm going to kill him!" Vechilev roared angrily, he didn't expect that he had invited the boss "Big Bear" out under pressure, but Hou Rui chose to retreat and disappeared, not even answering his own phone, which made Vechilev feel a huge frustration and a kind of betrayal.

Just as Vechilev reached for another chair, the satellite phone held by one of his subordinates suddenly rang.

Vychilev, who thought it was Hou Rui who had changed his mind and called, rushed over, but when he answered the phone, a hoarse, low, as if his throat had been seriously injured came from the line: "Did you show up about someone?"

"Big bear, he, he, he didn't show up. Vechilev gritted his teeth and replied, not daring to deceive the man on the other side of the phone.

"Very well! From this moment on, he is the enemy of our porter, send him a portrait of his character, and I will see his body as soon as possible. The hoarse voice commanded mercilessly.

"Big Bear, I think he is really a force that can be relied on, can he ......" Viclev hesitated and wanted to fight for it in the end, but Big Bear had already resolutely interrupted Viclev's words: "No! The guy who hides his head and tail and doesn't dare to speak to his face is just like that yellow fox, I want to kill one of these guys when I see one." Saying that, Da Xiong hung up the phone very facelessly.

When Vechilev was scratching his head frantically in the restaurant, Hou Rui was passing by one of the porter's armed men, his head bowed and his hands in his cuffs to keep warm, and the bag of bread on his shoulders, which looked exactly like the local residents who ran out to buy food temporarily, so the porter's armed men did not pay much attention to him.

After waiting for Rui to approach the side street where the Vechilev snowmobile parked, he turned around and quickly turned in, and after passing through the narrow gap between the snowmobile and a building next to him, Hou Rui, who was walking forward, suddenly frowned and turned around, and then pointed to the chassis of the snowmobile behind him, and kept gesturing to the driver on the snowmobile.

The snowmobile driver, who was confused by Hou Rui's movements, turned on the headlights, but still didn't find any problems, so he had to open the door of the cab and shouted to Hou Rui from a distance: "!#¥%¥%"

"Oil, your car is leaking. Hou Rui called out in a Russian sentence that he had learned with great difficulty from the translation dictionary.

When the startled driver hurriedly got out of the car, lay on the track position and looked at the chassis of the car, quickly swept around, and made sure that no one was paying attention to his Hou Rui suddenly rushed over, and he used to push the door of the snowmobile, and instantly knocked the driver who had just raised his head unconscious.

Next, Hou Rui immediately carried the driver to the co-pilot seat, and he took the driver's place and tightly held the steering wheel of the snowmobile.

After a while, when the angry Vichilev rushed out of the Katyusha restaurant, he was blown by the oncoming cold wind, and his almost angry brain gradually calmed down, and when he climbed on the snowmobile while recalling the words of the old bear, Vechilev suddenly had a strange thought;

It turns out that this wild dog and the yellow fox feel strikingly similar, they are calm, numb and precise in their accidents, are they the same kind of people, or are they people from the same place?

Just as this thought of Vichilev was lingering in his mind, the driver of the snowmobile suddenly spoke: "I'm coming!"

"Who!" The startled Viclev instinctively wanted to pull out the gun, but at this time he was holding the steering wheel of the snowmobile with one hand, and holding a pistol with the other, passing through his armpit, and Hou Rui, who was pointing at the muzzle of the gun, whispered: "Don't be nervous, didn't you ask me over!"

"Wild dogs?" Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, and then at Hou Rui, who was mixed into the snowmobile like magic, Vechilev also opened his mouth in surprise.

"Who else can it be but me?" Hou Rui drove the snowmobile to keep a fixed distance from the car in front of him as much as possible, so that the rest of the porter could find out about the small meeting in the carriage.

"What are you talking about, it's too late now, the big bear has already given the order to kill, I advise you to leave Siberia as soon as possible! Vechilev let go of the pistol on his waist and instead hugged his shoulders and spoke to Hou Rui, his tone full of regret.

"Kill the order, why is it aimed at me?" asked Hou Rui incomprehensibly.

"Just because you didn't show up today, of course, it's because Big Bear doesn't trust you. Vechilev rolled his eyes as he spoke, as if he couldn't stand Hou Rui's stupidity.

"Hehe, what a joke, then what if I show up in the restaurant today, will I trust me as soon as I meet Mr. Da Xiong? If I really appeared, maybe I would be dead by now!" Hou Rui coldly revealed the truth. (To be continued.) )