Fox. Hogan stood at the front desk of the hotel, with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a trench coat, his beard was obviously trimmed, but he still looked a bit like a Middle Eastern celebrity, and the defense was followed by two men with fierce eyes, who didn't look very easy to get along with, and their faces were very unkind.

"I think we should rush in, this is our territory." One of them spoke abruptly, his voice hoarse, and his tone was disgruntled.

Fox. Hogan glanced at him with his eyes, this idiot with a height of 190, his muscles grew to his brain, they came to ask for cooperation, not to play on the field, but the other party is the boss's person, and it is still inconvenient to say something, so he will not say anything, let the other party sulk by himself, but don't be so unruly when you see people.

Meet Fox. Hogan ignored himself, and the strong man who spoke was also stupid, but obviously, the dissatisfaction in his eyes became more and more intense.

Ding dong.

An elevator arrives and makes Fox. Hogan and the others looked over instantly, the door opened, and a white man in a suit walked out of it, he glanced up and down unscrupulously, and asked, "Are you looking for Mr. Mister?" ”

This tone... It's very unpleasant!

Especially in Mexico, almost no one dares to talk to Fox. Hogan said this, his brows were also frowned, the other party was very polite, but after all, he had also seen the scene, and if he didn't agree with him, it was a reckless man's behavior, Fox often called himself a wise man, he liked to think calmly, chasing interests is fundamental, all anger If there is no certain feedback, it is fundamental... A disgusting waste of time.

"Yes, I'm Fawkes. Hogan. ”

"Please follow me." The bodyguard nodded and led the way in front, Fox deliberately walked behind, glaring at the strong man who spoke, "Bart, if you talk more, I swear, I will tell the boss when I go back." ”

Bart snorted twice, his face unsightly.

Then I went up to the top floor, the elevator opened, and there were two bodyguards standing at the door, walking over, blocking the front of the road, holding sensors in their hands, "Sorry, sir, we need to check." ”

Fox. The corners of Hogan's eyes twitched slightly, and he quickly recovered, smiled, raised his hand, and let the sensor pull on his body, and the two of them felt the anger piling up in their chests, this is Mexico! Their territory, but listen to others? Shame, especially this damned southerner, who doesn't know pride at all?

"Please come in, Mr. Mister is inside."

Fox. Hogan said to Bart, "You wait, I'll go in by myself." With that, he knocked them and went in.

"You two can go next door to rest, we have food ready and red wine from Italy."

Bart wanted to refuse, but as soon as he heard the red wine, he swallowed it back, his face softened slightly, and he half-raised his chin, "Lead the way." ”

Fox. Hogan walked into the house, although the window was open, the cool breeze blowing in from outside blew up the curtains, but there was still a smell of smoke inside, he was a smoker, it was funny, he had lived in the Mexican group for so long, he turned out to be a smoke-free advocate, like many flour sellers, in fact, he was a fan ban ambassador, say it, sarcasm.

"Fox. Mr. Hogan? ”

He saw a man come out of the bathroom, wiping the water stains with a napkin in his hand, "Please take a seat." ”

Fox. Hogan nodded, and when he saw the other party, he knew that this was the top executive of the Savior Company, Mister. Travis!

What the information says: One of the Three Tigers of the Savior, the African Sun, and the Lightbringer?

Savior Inc. Nicholas. Don's right-hand man, a real henchman, the other party wears... Pajamas, can Fox. Hogan glanced at it a few times, and always felt empty and a little insecure, he had been in the gray area for decades, and he hadn't seen any characters, but when he saw Mister, his damn heart was beating very fast.

"Something?" Mister said.

"No, no, thank you." Fox. Hogan calmed down and began to say his origin, "I'm from the Sinaloa Group. As he spoke, he observed Mister's expression, and the other party's expression was very calm, "Aren't you worried?" Mr. Mister. ”

"Worried about what?"

Fox. Hogan's tone froze, "This is Mexico, and Sinaloa is at war with them, and you will meet the people of Sinaloa, which will probably make you very passive." He just wanted to see a little fluctuation from Mister's expression, but he was disappointed, Mister smiled, poured the red wine into the decanter very calmly, and said, "We are just businessmen, and we never care who the buyer is, just like those gentlemen in Europe used to sell black people, they said sanctimonious thanks to God, but don't they care about the dollars that grow in their pockets?" Leave them alone, man, our company is legally operating and taxing here, and the Mexican government can't take care of us. ”

The savior company is like holding the gold medal of Eagle Sauce Big Brother's death-free gold medal, unscrupulous in Latin America, who can give me a death, my boss is Eagle Sauce, I follow Eagle Sauce, my employer and gentlemen from Europe, you poor B, get out of my way!

It sounds hateful, but it means the same.

This is the whitewashed Savior Company.

Fox. Hogan is so envious, especially Sinaloa also wants this kind of treatment, of course, just think about it, the opposite of flour and the group is maintained for a long time, after all, what John Bull did in the 19th century is really impressive.

"What do you want? Our company can be open to you except for the PMC industry. ”

"Including, the Hunter Fighter?" Fox. Hogan asked hurriedly.

Oh no!

Little brother, what are you going to do? Fighters are going to be bought? However, as long as you are bold, the teacher... Isn't it a matter of life to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle?

"Do you have the guts? As long as I give money, I can have someone bring the plane nearby. Mister also counted very seriously, "Now as long as 47 million, we can get free shipping, and we can also become our company's VIP customers, and if there are new weapons in the future, we will give priority to old customers." ”

Fox. Hogan really wants it, but just think about it, if there are fighter jets, then this battlefield will change, and even if the flour tycoons have money, everyone will not take it out to fight, now the local war, there are enough guns, he swallowed his saliva, smiled awkwardly, and quickly retracted the topic, "We want to buy a batch of bullets, 200,000 rounds of 5.56 mm bullets, if we can, another 200 boxes of grenades, we also need 2,000 weapons, NATO can do." ”

"That's all?" Mist is a little unsatisfied, this point, you came to the door? Let me be personally responsible? It's a bit too low, this adds up to only hundreds of thousands, 5.56 mm bullets are very cheap, mainly because there are too many manufacturers, and the sales of NATO-standard weapons in the world are relatively large, naturally, the sales of this bullet are also brought up, so, the profit is not much, the sale is too expensive, and people are not stupid.

Fox. Hogan paused, "We need 100 more Stingers!" ”

Surface-to-air missiles are out, and this is clearly aimed at Mexican helicopter gunships.

The scope of the war was expanding, and Mister smelled a deep sense of cooperation.