Fei Lunan took out a cigar, trimmed it with a cigar cutter, lit it with a match, took a deep breath, and the spicy mist slowly erupted from between Fei Nan's mouth and nose, and said to Kentra who was sitting behind the desk: "I don't doubt your safety here, but you don't know how powerful those special forces are, I rearranged them in the manor, and I still couldn't keep them!" ”

"Do you think they'll be bold enough to attack my police building?" Kentra raised an eyebrow and asked towards Felunan.

"I don't rule out the possibility of this."

Fernan snuffed out the thirty dollar Havana cigar in his hand, but only took two puffs, in the ashtray, then took a brick-like satellite phone from Avner's hand, stood up and said, "There's a saying that 'if you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of whatever,' so to be on the safe side, I felt the need to contact my boss and ask him to send someone to pick me up from this damn place." ”

"Of course, it's your freedom. It's just that after you left, ...... our cooperation? Kentra shrugged indifferently. Kentra didn't care where Felunan wanted to go, the only thing he cared about was the cooperation between him and Felunan.

"Everything is according to the old rules. And I'm only leaving temporarily, and I'll be back when it's over. All the cooperation between us continues! ”

When Kentra got the answer he wanted, he nodded in satisfaction and got up to leave the office, leaving the space entirely to Felunan.

After fernant motioned for Avner and the Scarecrow to leave the office as well, he used the satellite phone in his hand to dial his boss, the "Merchant of Death" Boogier? Wingert's phone.

……

The NATO military base in Lucitania, the "merchant of death" Bourgil? Wengert's place of internment.

Although it is a place of internment, it is more of a resort in Bougil. Because he lives not in a prison at all, but in a villa! There are rockeries, flowing water, swimming pools, vegetation, and even maid bodyguards, covering an area of several hundred square meters of luxury villas!

Bourgil's life is almost indistinguishable from the outside world, where he can watch live matches from all over the world, enjoy food flown in from all over the world, and even remotely control arms deals!

The only difference is that Fernan's life is all under the supervision of soldiers at the military base, and on the roof of the villa, helicopter gunships fly by from time to time.

In the glittering restaurant, Boogier is enjoying his dinner, Kobe beef that has just been flown in from Neon Land in the afternoon.

Boogier? Wingert is a typical European in his thirties, perhaps with one-eighth Belarusian blood in his body, Boogier is very fair, his hair is neatly groomed, and he is dressed in a white suit handmade in Italy, which makes people think that even if they stand in front of Bougier, they will make people think that this is a university professor, not an arms dealer with blood on his hands and making war money.

Sitting opposite Boogier, dining with Boogier is a world-class supermodel, Catherine? Lopez? Serico. The face of an angel and the figure of a devil are the best descriptions of Catherine.

Catherine, who was wearing light makeup, was wearing a champagne-colored evening gown and long blonde hair, hanging down very casually. Catherine's clothes were very revealing, large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, and the whole back was not covered in the slightest, and as for the huge pair on her chest, only two finger-thick strips of silk cloth on the evening gown covered the topmost scenery.

But in the face of the stunning beauty sitting across from him, Bourgil was more interested in the steak on his plate, and from time to time he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the wine. The unique fruity acidity of wine can stimulate the taste buds of the human tongue and enhance the deliciousness of beef to the extreme.

"Boss, your phone." A black-clad bodyguard wearing sunglasses and headphones walked into the restaurant and handed a satellite phone to Boogier.

Boogier put down the knife and fork in his hand, glanced at the bodyguard very dissatisfied, and said, "Don't you know that when I have dinner, I hate it when people come to disturb me?" ”

"I'm sorry boss, but it's a call from Fernando, saying there's something urgent to find you." The bodyguard replied respectfully.

Fernando?! Boogier took the phone from the bodyguard's hand and stepped aside to answer it. It didn't take long for Bourgel to return to the table with a gloomy face, his fist slamming on the table, spilling the wine from the glass on the tablecloth, "Fernando, useless waste! There are so many people under my command who can't even do this little thing, and they still have to ask me for help! What useless rubbish! ”

Facing the angry Boogier, the black-clothed bodyguard stood aside silently, not daring to speak. Catherine, on the other hand, was still enjoying the steak on her plate very leisurely, completely unaffected.

After Boogier waved off the bodyguard standing next to him, he picked up the satellite phone in his hand and dialed the White House Office, "I'm Boogier?" Wingert, I'm going to talk to Mr. President. ”

"Mr. President, please send a special force to Rio de Janeiro at once and take my subordinate Rob? Fernando? Ramirez took it out. I will reward you for your actions with an arms trade line in Africa, and I am sure that Mr. President will not refuse this easy and rewarding task. ”

There was a hearty laugh on the other end of the phone, and a cooperation with Bourgil was quickly reached. From time to time, inter-tribal wars break out in Africa, and since it is a war, it needs weapons, and Bourgil's willingness to provide the US military with an arms trade line in Africa is tantamount to sending a gold mine.

Although the Americans can also sell arms to Africa through Bourgil, then Bourgil will earn the difference in the middle, and directly providing arms trading lines through Boogier and selling arms to Africa can maximize the benefits that Americans can get!

Just to bring Fernan out of Rio de Janeiro, Bourgil was willing to pay the price of an arms trading line, and it has to be said that the courage of the Merchant of Death is really great.

Boogier put down his satellite phone and sat back down at the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. As for the fragrant steak on the table, it no longer has the slightest attraction for him at this time.

"Why do you bother so much about a Fernando?"

Catherine, who was on the other side of the table, put down the knife and fork in her hand, got up and walked to the silent Bougier, the whole person stuck to his body, and said with a sigh: "He's just one of your dogs, since it's useless to throw it away, why waste the resources in your hands for him?" ”

As Luo Hao said, there is more than one spokesperson like Fei Lunan, and Bougier has more than one in his hands

Boogier picked up the wine glass on the table, shook the wine in the glass, drank it up, patted Catherine's arm and said, "It's easy to have a dog, but it's hard to have an obedient dog." Wouldn't it be a very good deal to save an obedient dog who was willing to drive me with a resource that was almost useless to me? ”