As if he didn't care about the black young man who was outflanking him in a circle, the middle-aged man, who was obviously of Eastern European descent, rudely grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and poured himself another glass of tequila: "Tell Mr. Portois that my patience and my time are extremely limited!" If I can't see him in five minutes, then I'll make an appointment right away with another gentleman from Mogadishu who lives downstairs from you! ”

Exchanging glances with each other, the young black man who had just cut his arm cautiously walked slowly and cautiously in front of the middle-aged white man: "At least I need to know who you are and why you want to see Mr. Potova?" ”

Laughing out loud, the middle-aged white man behaved like a drunken drunk: "Who am I?" I'm Santa Claus, who can do your master a lot of good! As for why I called your master...... Could it be that Mr. Potois could not read the contents of the note I had written? Or did you not give the note to your master at all? ”

Before the young black man could speak, Potovan's obviously confused voice sounded at the door of the bar: "Are you sure you have something written on the sticky note?" ”

After drinking a glass of tequila again, the middle-aged white man stood up with a very fat body, and bowed slightly to Potova, who had just walked into the bar: "Good afternoon, Mr. Potova!" ”

Without approaching the middle-aged white man, Potois whispered with a gloomy face, "I'm not here to hear you say good afternoon to me—yes or no?!" ”

Shrugged his shoulders slightly, the middle-aged white man sat back in his chair: "This is not what business should look like......

I don't know what kind of hint Potova made, as soon as the middle-aged white man's voice fell, the black young men who had already gathered around the middle-aged white man drew their self-defense pistols and pointed their guns at the middle-aged white man!

With a grimace on his face, Potova's voice was clearly cold and murderous: "Give you five seconds to answer, or wait for your brains to splash on the table in front of you!" ”

Smiling lazily, the middle-aged white man turned his eyes to the burly white young man sitting beside him: "Harpy, show them your little toy?" ”

With a cold face, the white young man slowly put down the champagne glass in his hand, and gently opened his shirt with two strong fingers.

Still maintaining a lazy smile, the middle-aged white man turned his eyes to look at Potova with a gloomy face: "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Potois should be familiar with this little toy?" ”

Just glancing at the two cylindrical metal canisters hanging from the placket of the white youth, Potois's face changed suddenly......

In the frequent genocides in Rwanda, many tribal armed forces, in order to cover up the fact of genocide, often concentrate on the massacre of civilians from rival tribes, pile up all the corpses together, and then throw a thermite incendiary bomb on the corpse. Under the cautery of up to 1,000 degrees, the corpses piled up were burned into a pile of ashes in a very short time, and even DNA testing could not detect how many innocent lives were contained in that pile of ashes!

And right in front of his eyes, two thermite incendiary bombs, already equipped with heartbeat detection triggers, were enough to reduce everything in the entire bar to ashes......

After a little hesitation, Potoir said in a low voice: "It seems that you have been prepared? ”

Laughing, the middle-aged white man got up from his chair again and made an inviting gesture towards Potova: "At all times, it is a virtue to be well prepared!" You may be seated, Mr. Potoa! I'm in a bit of a hurry, so we'd better get to a consensus on something as soon as possible! ”

Slowly walked to the chair opposite the middle-aged white man, Potoir stared at the middle-aged white man's eyes, and slowly sat down on the chair: "You do have ...... in your hand"

Reaching out and feeling a thin envelope from his trouser pocket, the middle-aged white man raised his hand and threw the envelope on the table: "Look at it! ”

With a suspicious frown, Potoir grabbed the envelope and looked at the thin drawings in the envelope, then turned his head to look at the black young man standing beside him: "Go and bring him!" ”

Nodding quickly, the young black man turned and left the bar. But just a few minutes later, an old man with a hunched waist had already followed the young black man into the bar.

Raising his hand and handing the blueprint in the envelope to the hunched old man, Potois stared coldly at the middle-aged white man with a lazy smile on his face without saying a word. On Potova's side, the old man who had got the drawings had already pulled up a chair and sat down, carefully reviewing the drawings.

In the strange silence, the passage of time seems unusually slow. Almost everyone's attention was focused on the old man who was reviewing the drawings. I don't know how long it has been, the old man who was carefully reviewing the drawings raised his head slowly, and said to Potova, who was looking at him: "This is indeed the drawing of the individual air defense missile guidance chip, and there are indeed some improvements, but the drawings are only half, and the core technical content is not reflected!" ”

Smiling lazily, the middle-aged white man waved his hand at Potova: "Now believe it?" ”

Slowly shaking his head, the gloomy look on Potova's face became more and more intense: "You also heard, this is only half of the drawing, and I want the real thing!" I can't make any deals until I see what I want! ”

Raising his hand and pointing to the empty bar, the middle-aged white man smiled and replied, "You think this is a good place to trade?" What are you going to use to test what you want? The pistol that your hyena carries? Or the satellite phone you kicked in your trouser pocket? ”

Staring into the eyes of the middle-aged white man, Portova whispered, "Then where do you think it is appropriate?" ”

Stretching hard, the middle-aged white man slowly stood up: "Someone will come looking for you after dinner, and then we will be waiting for you in a suitable place - bring your testing equipment and money, especially money, but don't forget!" ”

Staring at the middle-aged white man who was about to leave, Potova slowly stood up and stretched out his right hand towards the middle-aged white man: "At least...... I need to know who I'm dealing with? ”

Shaking his head nonchalantly, the middle-aged white man completely ignored Potova's outstretched slap and led the burly middle-aged white man towards the door of the bar: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you get the goods you want, and I get the money I want!" ”

"But you didn't even say the price of the transaction?!"

Turning around suddenly, the middle-aged white man squeezed his eyes narrowly at Potova: "Price? My dear Mr. Potowa, after seeing the product, I think you will be happy to offer a price that you can afford and that I am very satisfied with. Right now...... Good afternoon, gentlemen, I still have to meet the next potential client! ”