On the Tawi Peninsula at night, all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods are like beasts awakened by the hunting biological clock, all with round eyes, greedily watching every target that may become their prey, looking for the best time to strike. Especially in the southern part of the Tawi Peninsula, near the coastline, gunshots, screams and whispers of money and intrigue, almost like frogs in a pond on a spring night.

Still with a gloomy face, Potoir looked around at the empty beach and low, decaying buildings around him, and glared at the black young man standing beside him: "Are you sure it's here?" ”

Nodding a little nervously, the black young man replied respectfully: "It must be here, there are enough people around, anyone who wants to enter the area within a two-kilometer radius, we will get the news first......"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone carried by the black youth had already rang. After a brief conversation with the person on the other end of the phone, the black youth nodded quickly to Potowa: "Here they are. One car, only two people in the car! ”

As the words of the black youth landed, two pillars of snow lights appeared in front of Potova's eyes. However, just a few minutes later, an SUV SUV that seemed to be unremarkable rushed to a position more than ten meters in front of Potova.

Amid the dull sound of tires rubbing against the gravel, a middle-aged white man with obvious Eastern European ancestry jumped out of the car with an agility that did not match his body and shouted hoarsely at Potova: "Deal? ”

Frowning suspiciously, Potoir looked at the somewhat wrinkled coat on the middle-aged white man's body, and the few bullet holes on the car door that couldn't even be hidden by the night, and said in a gloomy voice: "It seems that you are in some trouble?" ”

With some difficulty, he squeezed out a smile at Potova, and the middle-aged white man replied in a dry voice: "Trouble? For those who do this, trouble is a daily necessity! Goods I brought, trade? ”

Staring at the middle-aged white man's obviously anxious face, Potoir felt a little relaxed inexplicably......

From the first meeting at noon, this middle-aged white man always controlled the rhythm of communication with Potova in a high-minded manner, which made Potova, who was accustomed to giving orders and saying what he said in his own territory, feel extremely uncomfortable.

Based on this, after the middle-aged white man Shi Shiran left, Potova immediately ordered his subordinates to find out the details of the middle-aged white man. But because of the tight schedule and the lack of clue in the direction of the search, the information found throughout the afternoon was limited to a few unsolicited e-mails that had been secretly revealed in bits and pieces of information - someone had stolen a very important piece of weaponry from a notorious international arms broker, who was looking for someone around the world to hunt down the daring thief.

Combining this information, which seemed to have little to do with his own business, and looking at the embarrassed and anxious appearance of the middle-aged white man in front of him, Potois suddenly felt that he had seen through many problems!

With a sneer, Potoir looked at the middle-aged white man standing in front of him, and slowly waved his hand: "I don't think we need to be in such a hurry!" As we all know, the price of doing business depends on the value of the goods, but also on the size of the trouble attached to the goods, you should understand? ”

Slightly stunned, the middle-aged white man understood the meaning of Potova's words almost instantly, and suddenly his eyes widened in annoyance: "I don't think I need to remind you, my respected Mr. Potova, I am not the only buyer?" ”

Still sneering grimly, Potoir slowly raised his hand and pointed at the off-road vehicle that had never turned off: "It seems that your last buyer didn't get along with you well?" ”

Looking back at a few obvious bullet holes in the car door, the middle-aged white man sighed helplessly: "Okay...... I can give you a discount on the original price of the goods...... Harpy, get the stuff out! ”

With the shouts of the middle-aged white man, the sturdy white man Potois had seen before got out of the SUV with some difficulty and placed a silver suitcase on the hood of the car.

Glancing at the bandages wrapped around the waist and abdomen of the sturdy white young man, who were already stained with blood, Potova's face became even more sinister, and he turned his head to look at the black young man standing beside him: "Let people go and see!" ”

Apparently prepared for tonight's deal, after Potova's order, in just a few minutes, a tool cart had already rushed to Potova's side. The bent old man who jumped out of the car unceremoniously walked to the side of the SUV, opened the silver suitcase, and clamped the two signal connectors that he had already grasped in his hand to a palm-sized chip in the suitcase.

The tool cart was almost full of various instruments running rapidly, and a few not too big displays began to produce various readings. After a few short minutes, the hunched old man nodded silently to Potova.

Swallowing his saliva very nervously, the middle-aged white man reached out and took out a laptop and a small satellite amplifier from his silver suitcase as soon as the old man made an approving gesture to Potoire, and shouted at Potoire: "Four million euros!" ”

Taking a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, Potova shook his head slowly: "This is the price you can give after the discount?" The price of a mature Stinger individual anti-aircraft missile is only about 38,000 US dollars. And you're just taking out a guidance chip, and you're going to reach out to me for four million euros?! ”

With round eyes, the middle-aged white man shouted urgently: "But this is an improved guidance chip, and the core technology included in it is enough to make the existing advanced individual air defense missiles bow down!" What I am selling is technology, the future, and the monopoly market position of a certain type of weapon in a certain period of time! ”

Smiling smugly, Potoir shook his head again: "Two million dollars, this is my final bid!" Otherwise, I'll turn around and leave, and you will hold your technology, future, and monopoly market position to face the pursuit of a penniless environment! You damn thief and liar! ”

With a pale face, the hands of the middle-aged white man trembled obviously: "This is absolutely impossible!" All right...... Deal Cancelled! Cancel! ”

Almost as soon as the middle-aged white man's voice fell, a burst of gunfire happened to sound in the direction of the decaying building not far away. Seeing that several black youths around Potova were all on guard at gunpoint, and two of them even pointed their guns at him, the middle-aged white man reached out and grabbed his hair in despair: "Okay...... All right! Two million dollars! Trade Now! ”

Smiling slyly, Potoir looked like a fox with a flock of chickens: "Prices always change according to market conditions...... Now my offer is halved, you ...... Accept? ”