Beirut time, 10:50.

A BMW SUV slowly drove into Pier 13, and the armed soldiers who were inspecting immediately retreated into the darkness.

"There are so many people here today!" One of the militants whispered.

"Of course, the boss is selling nuclear weapons this time, these weapons dealers are like flies seeing meat, can they not be happy?" said another militant.

The first militant wondered: "Nuclear weapons should be expensive, right?" Are there so many buyers? ”

Another laughed and said: "You are really a layman, there are only a few countries in the world that can produce nuclear weapons, and most countries do not have nuclear weapons." In places like the Middle East, where there is money, as long as there are nuclear weapons, they are willing to pay for it. There are also terrorists who wish someone had sold them nuclear weapons. ”

"I see." The first militant laughed and said, "It seems that this time the boss is going to send it." ”

"I'm afraid he won't be able to spend this money." A cold voice suddenly came from behind the two men, causing the two militants to immediately turn around.

But as soon as their bodies turned halfway, a cold knife cut their necks directly.

The two heard the sound of blood spurting from their necks, and then their legs went limp, and they fell to their knees.

After killing the two, Lin Feiyang flashed to the middle of the group of militants like a ghost, with a white knife in his left hand and a tiger tooth in his right hand, and one by one figures fell behind him.

Sixteen militants were killed by him in ten seconds, leaving not a single one, and they didn't even have time to resist until they died.

Lin Feiyang glanced at the dock, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

The warehouse at Pier 13 is decorated like a champagne party, where more than 30 arms chiefs from all over the world gather.

They greeted each other with wine glasses talking and laughing, but the eyes that looked at anyone were full of vigilance and jealousy.

They didn't come here to make friends, everyone here would be their competitors, and every arms boss wanted to find out what their opponents were before the auction began.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." A laugh rang out, and all the arms chiefs immediately turned their heads.

In the depths of the warehouse, a man nearly two meters tall walked over with a spring breeze on his face.

He was dressed in a strange way, wearing a mink coat with a white vest underneath, yellow khaki pants underneath, and a pair of explosion-proof military boots under his feet.

The mouse-like face wore triangular sunglasses, and a mustache hung down from his lips, almost fluttering in the wind.

This person is Faslow, the world's number one arms broker, and his origins have always been mysterious, and some arms dealers have tried to find out his background.

But anyone who went to inquire about his background was put in a black body bag, and no one dared to inquire about his background since.

As long as he can provide good weapons and supplies, these arms dealers who have milk and are mothers don't bother to care which way he is an immortal.

Faslow came to everyone, took a glass of wine from the waiter's hand, and said to everyone with a smile: "It's my honor to see you all again, and I drank this glass of wine to celebrate the longevity of our friendship." ”

The crowd followed him and raised their glasses, and Gollum drank the wine from the glass.

Faslo handed the wine glass to the waiter and asked with a smile, "There are half of the people who came today than last time, but you are the ones who are really powerful." I'm sure you've found a buyer, and you won't let me down, right? ”

A bearded arms dealer laughed and said, "Mr. Faslow, as long as you want supplies, I want more." ”

Fazlot laughed, "Okay, let's auction now." ”

The crowd immediately gathered, and two of Faslo's men began to auction off the small nuclear bombs.

Although it was a small nuclear bomb, it was as powerful as the nuclear bombs that exploded in Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

And this nuclear bomb is small in size, easy to carry, and also has a time-delay function.

This means that any terrorist can take the nuclear bomb to a major city and then set a time and leave with plenty of time.

Maybe by the time the nuclear bomb exploded and destroyed the entire city, the people who planted the bombs were already drinking beer and eating the fried chicken at home and watching the news.

Such a nuclear bomb is a fatal lure for terrorists and some countries that are particularly fond of terrorist activities.

More than two dozen arms dealers continued to raise prices, and a small nuclear bomb was called from $200 million to $1.5 billion.

But still, there are people who keep raising prices.

These arms dealers are not stupid, they know the buyer's intention to bid before they come here, and they will not make a loss-making deal.

Soon, a total of six nuclear bombs were sold to three arms dealers, and the transaction price of each nuclear bomb was $1.6 billion.

The corners of Fassal's mouth showed a happy smile, and he waved his hand to everyone: "The nuclear bomb has been sold, I will take you to inspect the goods, and when the time comes, I will pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other." ”

"Finally, it's the highlight of our auction today, which is about 300 pounds of nuclear material."

Faslow smiled and said, "The nuclear bombs that were just sold were all made from that piece of raw material. According to our estimates, three hundred pounds of raw material can make at least twelve nuclear small nuclear weapons. If invested in a single shot, the nuclear weapons created by this stone can destroy even a small country in an instant. ”

Faslow waved his hands like a god: "Now, everyone, please make an offer." ”

"Bang Bang"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the warehouse suddenly shattered, and the two of them broke through the door and rolled on the ground a dozen times before stopping.

Fassal's eyes widened suddenly, and the arms dealers in the warehouse were shocked by the sudden scene.

Their bodyguards and Faslo's men immediately drew their guns and ran in the direction of the gate, their guns firmly aimed at the gate.

"Whoever it is, kill it!" Faslow coldly ordered.

Just then, the gate shattered again, and two more men broke through the gate and rushed in.

"Fire," Fassall's men yelled.

At one time, more than seventy people opened fire in unison, and a dense stream of bullets whistled towards the two people who flew in.

The two men were beaten and covered in blood, and before they flew in, they were hit by bullets and clung to the door, splattering blood all over the ground.

"Ceasefire" the subordinate shouted, and everyone immediately ceased fire.

They walked slowly forward with their guns in hand, and saw two bloody figures that had already been beaten.

Although it was not clear what they looked like, it was clear from their clothes that the two were supposed to be guards outside the docks.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, a voice burst from above everyone's heads.

Everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see a person jumping from the window of the warehouse, and the two guns in his hands spewed out deadly gunfire at the same time.

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