Muscat, Oman.

After Assobi's last negotiation with Mo Yao collapsed and calculated that Mo Yao failed, he did not get the desired result, but instead put himself in a very awkward position.

The needed arms were not found, and the army was in a hurry, so Asobi had to find a few more to compare.

Strangely, the few arms dealers he had recently found had all disappeared overnight, and all of them had lost contact. In the dark, it seems that a force is rising rapidly, encroaching on the current arms market.

Asobi didn't think much about it, and the person in the middle of Tongguò introduced him to an arms dealer named Saboca. Saboka used to be the leader of the mercenaries, a generation of heroes, and later made some money, and felt that the artillery fire on the battlefield was too dangerous, so he hung up that day, and thought about it and changed his career to sell arms.

No one knows where his goods come from, but the price is fair and the people are righteous, so many people are willing to cooperate with him. He has been active in Russia for many years, and his visit to the Middle East is purely coincidental.

I was having fun in the casino, and suddenly I received a call from the middleman, and the big man said that he was very disappointed.

But play is play, business is business, put money and don't make it that is a bastard's business, threw hundreds of thousands of chips to bet, and walked to a quieter place to answer the phone before the dealer opened.

"What?" As soon as he heard that the other party was going to meet and negotiate, Saboka almost jumped up, "I'm busy now, I can just tell you what I want." ”

Saboka looked back at the table from time to time while talking on the phone, wondering if his hundreds of thousands of chips had gone down the drain.

No matter how you say it, you can put your head on the waistband of your pants to earn back the money, even if it is less, it will be distressing to lose!

"Great! Big! Big! Saboca's heart cried out along.

"Small!"

The dealer opened the market and shouted solemnly.

"Damn!" Saboca thumped his chest in frustration, he must have forgotten to incense the God of Wealth when he went out today, and after a while, millions of dollars have already been entered, just this game, the world's pounds, are not enough for him to play.

"Are you still listening?" The voice of a middleman came from the phone.

"I'm at the Casino of Sethves, call them over."

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil!" Hanging up the phone, Saboca squeezed into the crowd again. But this bad luck seems to follow Saboka with an iron heart, and it persists until Asobi and they come to the casino, and Saboca does not turn over.

Meeting in the room on the third floor, the wooden door of the workmanship inspection blocked all the noise from the door, the room was unusually quiet, Saboka sat on the sofa obliquely, one leg on the arm of the sofa, shaking comfortably, full of ruffians.

Asobi came in through the door with two assistants, one carrying a heavy suitcase that the discerning eye could tell at a glance contained money.

Syllable!

A revolver was slapped on the coffee table.

Assobi was taken aback, since he experienced the thrilling scene of the last negotiation with Mo Yao, he had some psychological shadows about the negotiation with the arms dealer, especially since he had already emphasized before he came, Saboka was born as a mercenary, and his ruffian nature was difficult to change.

Pressing hard against the restless beating of his heart, Assobi pretended to be calm: "What does Mr. Saboca mean by this, doubting the sincerity of our deal?" ”

"Huh." Saboka hummed a single note in his nostrils, he obviously hadn't gambled just now, he retracted his legs and sat upright to face Assobi, "Let's make a bet." ”

Assobi was confused, her dark eyebrows gathered together on her face, and she looked at him strangely.

Saboka took the pistol, opened the revolver, and took out five rounds.

There were only six rounds in a revolver, so there was only one bullet left in the gun, and Assobi still didn't understand what Saboka was trying to do, and looked at him with a constipated expression.

"Let's play Russian turntable." Pointing his finger at the three people in front of him, including Asobi, "The three of you, for each game you play, I will follow a game, and every time you complete a game, the price I will give you will be a discount more than the market price." ”

Spun the magazine, closed the pistol with a loud bang in Assoby's shocked gaze, and his tone was tough that could not be refused, "Whoever comes first." ”

Asobi's face turned pale.

It must be unadaptable, it must be! This is the Middle East, not Russia, and there is no tradition of playing the Russian turntable in negotiations here, you must be mistaken, mistaken. Asobi really wants to go back, can we go back and start again?

"If you don't have the guts," Saboka smiled wickedly, "then even if this deal doesn't go through, the money stays and the people leave." ”

Is it also a tradition of yours to keep money before the deal is negotiated? You are robbers, not a deal!

Asobi's face was black and white and red for a while, and the colorful reversal was very energetic, and the subordinates who followed behind couldn't stand it anymore, so he straightened his chest and stood in front.

"I'll come first." Pick up the mobile phone on the coffee table and slam your head at once.

Trumpet!

The voice was crisp and pleasant, there was no smell of gunpowder smoke, and there was no blood splashed on the spot, Assobi breathed a sigh of relief, "9% off, it's your turn!." ”

Willing to lose the bet, Saboka was also a happy person, took the pistol handed over, turned the wheel a few times again, and shot himself in the head.

There is no danger.

Assoby's people do it once, Saboka follows once, and after four rounds, it should be Assobi himself as a bet.

It's not that Assobi doesn't gamble, but it's the first time he has done it with his own life, or he was driven to the shelves and had to gamble. Trembling and raising his pistol, Asobi was extremely resentful in his heart!

An outlaw is an outlaw, they are not afraid of death, but he is afraid!

The hand on the trigger trembled so badly that he couldn't get his hands down, and just as Saboka was about to make a move, there was a sudden loud bang, the door of the room was blown away, the reinforced concrete wall was blown off, and the broken bricks and sand and lime fell down.

Thinking that the pistol had gone off, Asobi's knees weakened, and he knelt down in a traditional Chinese salute and reverently prostrated himself in front of Saboka.

The assistant carrying the box was relatively close to the door, and a sparse commotion frightened him into not taking it lightly, and he hid in his arms.

Another attendant stepped forward to help Asobi up, and in order to look less ashamed, he pushed the person who came to help him to the side with a wave of his hand, and stood up with gritted teeth.

They all looked out the door.

Mo Zhanting, dressed in black, stood at the door, rather at the entrance of the cave.

The wind that poured into the corridor blew his long hair wildly, flying wildly, his cold face was like hell to resurrect Satan, and the gloom in the corners of his eyes, as sharp as a blade, swept coldly towards the people in the room.

Temperatures plummeted.

Seeing that it was Mo Zhanting, Assobi was angry. This is the same man who used tactics to trick him into trusting him a few months ago, promising that there would be a way for Mo Yao to sell him the arms at a 50% discount from the market price.

Five-fold, normal people buy an ice cream to go to a supermarket and calculate that the membership price can save three cents and two cents, this is an arms transaction, often tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of transactions, what is the concept of five-fold, the money saved by five-fold is enough for them to eat up and down the country for many years.

But in the end, not only did he not negotiate a five-fold deal, but he couldn't even find a supplier.

"What else are you doing here?" Assobi's tone was not good, and he glanced at him coldly.

At this glance, he noticed the woman standing behind Mo Zhanting.

She is dressed in a tight red dress, her black hair is tied up high, her temperament is not like the mystery of an Arab woman, but with a bit of the softness of an Oriental woman, and a pair of red eyes are different from the traditional black eyes of the Oriental, which looks treacherous and charming. Although she didn't speak, the cold and fierce on her body made people have to move their eyes to her.

"We're not done yet." Mo Zhanting snorted coldly. He is obviously very satisfied with the appearance effect of such a dazzling bully.

Asobie didn't hear Mo Zhanting's answer, his attention fell on Dong Yilan, this woman felt very strange, including her blood-red eyes, mysterious, treacherous, and seductive.

Saboka naturally noticed Dong Yilan, and he leaned comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at them as if he was watching a good show.

This man and woman seem to have a lot of age differences, and it is enough for men to be fathers to women, but they don't look like father and daughter, and the temperament between their eyebrows is not a family at a glance.

However, at this sight, Saboca's heart was shocked, and his heart followed suit.

They didn't have heavy weapons in their hands, or they didn't even have guns, how did the door get blown open? This tension, his leg on the arm of the sofa was also unconsciously taken off.

"Mr. Asoubi, if I'm not mistaken, there's still a deal between us that hasn't been completed." Mo Zhanting's voice was unhurried, and the pot exploded in Assobi's ears.

"If you hadn't come out and ruined my arms deal with SX-Two, do you think I'd be here today?" Assobi roared, he was the one who didn't fulfill his promise and said that he would disappear if he disappeared, and now the wicked person sued first, and said that he was not.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have come here today with money."

Mo Zhanting gave a look, no one present saw how Dong Yilan acted, the suitcase carried by Asobi's subordinates had already reached Dong Yilan's hands, and he had already opened the suitcase without asking for the password.

Red eyes swept away, "Three million." ”

Three million is really a pitiful amount for a large-scale arms deal, and Mo Zhanting hinted that Dong Yilan put away the box first, and the rest took his time, and he couldn't become a big fat man in a hurry.

Saboca didn't want to, these two people came to rob him of his business! blatantly robbed him of the money that should belong to him. He gave up his life to play the Russian compass with them, but in the end he couldn't get a penny.

There is an old Chinese saying that an uncle can bear it and an aunt can't bear it, although he knew that the bullet in the revolver couldn't hurt him, he still broke out uncontrollably-

In the next chapter, Yilan is going to meet with the Seventh Master