With a gloomy face, Potois, who was sitting in the suite on the fifth floor of the Rembrandt Hotel, sipped a sip of pure malt whisky, and squinted at several subordinates standing in front of him: "For a whole morning, you haven't even been able to find out who the seller is?" ”

Looking at each other very apprehensively, a young black man with several obvious scars on his arms said hesitantly: "Seller...... It's well hidden! We have connected with all the brokers and powerful middlemen in the Tavi area, but they have only promised to do their best to help us find sellers, but no one can guarantee it! ”

Draining the whole malt whisky in one gulp, Potoir reached out and pulled out a silver scimitar from a delicate wooden box beside him: "Looks like you need a pick-me-up!" Come here, my child! ”

The young black man, who spoke like a frog targeted by a poisonous snake, stiffened his legs and feet, walked to Potova's side, knelt on his knees, and stretched out his arm with a few knife marks in front of Potova.

Skillfully wielding a silver scimitar, Potois unceremoniously cut a T-shaped wound in the young man's arm, and then took half a glass of blood from a glass that had just held whiskey, and slowly held it up to his eyes: "A good hyena always fights a lion only after it is injured!" Go ahead...... Go find that seller and bring what I want to my eyes! ”

Resisting the pain from the wound on his arm, the kneeling black youth hurriedly stood up and walked out of the suite with all his companions......

It seemed that he had already seen Potova's style, and at the moment when he just walked out of the suite, the young man who had cut his arm immediately took out a bottle of military-grade hemostatic spray from his pocket and sprayed it on his wound without hesitation, and then he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Where else can we go to find that damn seller who doesn't want to show his face?" We've searched for brokers and middlemen throughout Tawi, but the damn seller doesn't show up at all! ”

Looking back at the closed door, another young black man whispered, "But what can we do?" Potova is like this every time, trying to make cheap deals before everyone else, even black and black. In this circle, his reputation is rotten! If it weren't for the fact that we really have nowhere to go, who would want to ...... for him"

Halfway through the words, almost all of the black youths looked down at their scarred arms......

As a result of serious tribal armed conflicts, there have been several large-scale genocides in Rwanda that have shocked the world. The hatred that has accumulated over the years has almost no one been able to dissolve. In order to weaken the vitality of the rival tribes, the armed tribes that fight each other will even deliberately cut off the arms of adult males in the rival tribes, so as to create a large number of disabled people, and then drag down the living environment of the other tribe.

Especially when there are still certain forces that are fueling the trouble, there is no other way to live a good life in Rwanda than to join the armed forces of your own tribe!

And as the leader of the tribal armed forces, Potova has long been notorious. Just to flaunt his cruelty and corresponding execution, Potoir was even able to machine gun a subordinate who suddenly came into his field of vision into a sieve without any reason, and then threw the rotten meat to feed the hyena.

Under such circumstances, every subordinate around Potova is in a strange living environment - if you escape, you will die, but you will also live precariously......

Taking a deep breath, the black young man who had cut his arm saw that the wound had slowly stopped bleeding, so he reluctantly walked towards the elevator: "Let's try our luck again...... Maybe that damn seller will show up before the arms market opens? ”

Almost at the same time as the young black men walked to the elevator door, the well-decorated elevator door suddenly opened. A hotel waiter just raised his eyes to look at several black youths standing at the elevator door, and immediately smiled and stretched out a golden tray to the black youth led by him: "There is a note that was asked to be presented to Mr. Potowa!" ”

Frowning suspiciously, the black youth led by him unceremoniously reached out and grabbed the note on the golden tray: "Who is going to give this note to Mr. Potoa?" ”

Smiling and shaking his head, the hotel waiter replied in a harmonious voice: "The gentleman who handed over the note is now tasting whiskey in the lounge on the second floor of the hotel, if you need me to relay any information for you......"

Reaching out and tossing a few small denominations on the golden tray, the young black man waited until the waiter had retreated into the elevator and closed the elevator door before unfolding the note in confusion.

Obviously, the person who wrote the note took a piece of note paper from the bar of the Rembrandt Hotel very casually, and wrote a string of characters and numbers on the note with an oil-based pen provided by the bartender, which seemed unusual. But anyone who knows a little about the black market trade in weapons and equipment will understand that the series of characters and numbers is the factory code information of a certain weapon.

After hesitating for a moment, the black young man who had just been cut on the arm reached out and touched the self-defense pistol pinned to his waist, and whispered to several companions: "Let's go down and have a look first, and leave two people back in the room to inform Mr. Potova, and keep in touch at any time!" ”

Reaching out and pressing the elevator button, the black youth who had just been injured in the arm and several companions who had also woken up their spirits all loaded the self-defense pistols they were carrying before entering the elevator, and then pinned the self-defense pistols back to their waists.

On the black market for weapons and equipment, anything unthinkable can happen. And in these bizarre situations, the most common is a fight over a cargo that many people are aiming for. In a sense, every transaction or contact may be a premeditated ambush!

Apparently accustomed to this kind of extremely dangerous scene, several black young people who took the elevator did not get off the elevator on the second floor, but got off the elevator in the gym area on the third floor and the lobby on the first floor, and after confirming that there were no conspicuous characters on these two floors, they walked from the building to the huge bar on the second floor of the hotel.

It was nearly noon, and the huge bar was empty, and even the waiters standing in the bar looked a little listless. In front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, a burly Caucasian young man is sitting at a table, holding a glass of champagne and shaking his glass in boredom. Next to the burly white man, a middle-aged white man with obvious Eastern European ancestry was holding a glass of tequila, raising his glass and drinking it down.

Without waiting for a few of Potowa's black youths to flank the only two customers in the bar, the middle-aged white man who had drunk a glass of tequila had already spit out the agave larva soaked in the liquor: "Phew...... I met Mr. Potois, not a bunch of hyenas from Mr. Potoa! ”