As the pie in East Africa is redistributed, everyone gets what they deserve. There is no doubt that Victor got the most benefit because he took the ace of spades.

But Victor was not happy, because his concerns were too deep. At the round table, he shot and killed one of the members when he was forced to do so. If the news gets out, then he has to accept the verdict.

There were eight people in total, and there were six people left in addition to himself and Du Baobao. Are these six people reliable? Undoubtedly, absolutely unreliable! Since it is unreliable, it is absolutely impossible to control their mouths.

Victor didn't want to be at the hands of these people, and he didn't want to be at the hands of Du Bao. He had to solve the impact of the roundtable as soon as possible, and keep these people silent forever.

And the first to bear the brunt is Du Baobao, he has to kill Du Bao first in order to sleep peacefully. As for the others...... It's much easier to deal with than all babies, or you can join forces to deal with this woman.

A small secret meeting was in full swing, and on the way back, the arms dealers were hijacked by Victor as fast as he could.

Now there is no round table, there is no need to care about fairness, justice, and peace, but there is a mellow wine and a tense atmosphere of conspiracy.

"Guys, we've got a big problem, a big question of life and death." In the secret room, Victor gathered six arms dealers and reminded them with a grim face.

The secret room is located in the basement of a hotel in the Seychelles Islands and belongs to Victor. This is Victor's hideout and his escape route. Through the underground secret room of guò, he can escape directly to the sea and leave by boat through the underground passage of guò.

As such a hiding place and escape place, it is naturally very secretive. As the so-called cunning rabbit three holes, every arms dealer will leave many ways for himself to survive.

This is just one of them, the one that will be discarded when it is used up.

"We face the same enemy, and that enemy is—" Victor glanced at the arms dealer in the secret room, and tapped his right hand heavily on the table, "Miss Cat!" ”

The rest of the arms dealers listened to Victor with solemn expressions on their faces. Of course, they knew that the attack was planned by Meemis, but they had their own ideas about Victor's claim.

They are not one, and Victor is nothing more than the initiator of the round table. Although there are some interests involved with each other, they are still competitors after all.

They are all old foxes, and they all have their own things to calculate, and they will not change at all because of Victor's words or two.

And Victor knows this, these people don't listen to what they say. But he has confidence, confidence that as long as there is a profit in handling this, he will rush up like flies seeing cow dung.

"Guys, our balance has been broken, completely broken." Victor spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although it seems that everyone has gained more benefits, but ......"

"Brother Victor, with all due respect." An arms dealer interrupts Victor.

"Oh, dear John, if there's anything you can say directly, after all, we're all old friends." Victor smiled and signaled that the other party had something to say.

John, who spoke, was a middle-aged white man, with light yellow hair meticulously combed, and also wearing a meticulous suit, and the expression on his face was also meticulous.

Obviously, being meticulous in such a hot place is enough to prove that this is a meticulous person. But anyone who is meticulous will be very cautious in what they do and what they say.

All eyes were on John's face, and it was clear that John's words should be representative.

"The cake has been distributed, from 14 people to 8 people. Although there were some surprises in the distribution process, our interests became more abundant. John gently rubbed the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and continued calmly: "What we care about most is how much benefit we can get, and it is clear that this roundtable has made us gain a lot and changed the status quo that has remained unchanged for many years...... Victor, personally, I don't care who the enemy is, I don't care if it's reasonable, I only care about profit! ”

John said directly what everyone was thinking, they didn't care who the enemy was, they only cared about how much benefit they could get, and whether it was worth the risk.

"I agree with what John said, interests, we are all a bunch of warmongers who live for profit, not noble people."

"Yes, that's it."

“……”

The arms dealers agreed as soon as John expressed his intentions. It is the interests that matter to them, not empty words.

"Hehehe......" Victor laughed, he picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip and said, "Of course, we are all a group of warmongers, but warmongers are also human beings and need safety. Everyone has seen what Miss Cat has come out, she has a great appetite, and I think this is just the beginning. She ignores the order of the round table and despises a qiē, I'm afraid ......"

Fear? Several of the arms dealers smiled, eager to say that Victor was the one who really defied order. No one saw Miss Cat kill people at the Roundtable, but they did see Victor kill people at the Roundtable.

"That's a problem...... John stretched out his right hand to support his chin and said after a moment of silence, "Victor, what you say makes a lot of sense, and that's what we're worried about." Judging from the means of expansion in the past two years, she doesn't care about any order at all, and she is even more fearless and lawless at today's round table. Seriously, both of my legs were shaking, and I was afraid I would be sniped. ”

"Should we kill Miss Cat?"

"Maybe killing her isn't a bad thing."

"It's a mine, a very unstable mine."

“……”

The discussion rang out again, following the wind of John's words.

Hearing the discussion, John, who was pinching his chin, showed an imperceptible smile, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

Victor, on the other hand, kept staring at John, his pupils sticking out of his cunning scrutiny.

Everyone has a sense of crisis when it comes to Miss Cats, but this sense of crisis has weakened a lot after Miss Cats brought them huge profits. This is something that Victor has not done for many years, and what they are doing is itself a thing of being in the company of wolves and tigers.

Victor is a wolf, Miss Cat is a tiger, and either one is a cannibal. When the tiger throws them a lot of meat, what's wrong with favoring the tiger?

"The cake has changed from eight to seven, and I won't lift a finger in the Nigerian market." Victor threw out a very seductive word.

"Somalia's share of ......" John looked up and looked at Victor with deep eyes.

Hearing this, Victor wanted to kill John with one shot. He has given up the Nigerian market, but he still wants to take out Somalia's share?

Damn, insatiable bastard, finish out Miss Cat, you'll be the first one I'll kill!

"Hahaha...... John, you're so shrewd! Victor laughed and nodded repeatedly: "As the initiator of the round table, I am very sad about today's incident. So the Somali share will all go to the families of the guys who died today, and I don't think there's anyone better suited to do that than John, hahaha......"

The meticulous John smiled, all the arms dealers laughed, and they returned with a full load!