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At 11:23 a.m., the trade port of Tripoli is at a busy time when cargo is in full swing. The dazzling sunlight in the desert oasis climate reflects the white light on the glass curtain walls of the buildings around the port or on the domes of mosques. The deep blue sea outside the harbor, no matter how many ships sailed on it, looked as calm from a distance as a huge natural and immaculate sapphire, so bright and holy that one almost forgot that it was under fire less than two hundred kilometers away.

Zuo Ying sat in the living room of the presidential suite on the top floor of the Wigch Hotel near the port.

She had long, curly black hair, a crisp suit that didn't accentuate her gender, and was surrounded by a seasoned mercenary, a top-notch sharpshooter, an experienced accountant and translator, and two containers of cargo on the harbor of Tripoli that could be seen outside the floor-to-ceiling glass behind her, and the few people who were guarding her were the ones who were guarding her.

In a few minutes, opposite her, there will be a deputy next to a warlord who is eager to win this war.

With a slightly higher price than the market, a good understanding of market practices, a cheerful negotiation style, and a reliable intermediary to introduce the guarantee, the other party has almost all the conditions of a good buyer. Therefore, although this transaction needs to travel far and wide to complete, it still successfully passed the risk assessment of Zuo Ying's subordinates who have been rolling in the arms market for more than ten years.

However, whether it was the soft mink sofa indoors, the 78-year-old noble rot wine in the cup, the invincible harbor scenery outside the window, or the favorable conditions in this transaction, there was no way to soothe the crampedness in Zuo Ying's heart at the moment. Today is her 107th day in the industry, but her uneasiness does not come from her discomfort with the professional environment, but from the information about this transaction from an intermediary, and she has not figured out a problem until now.

- Motivation.

"Karizam is anxious to win this war, and now it is time for the 100-meter sprint, and whoever has the capital to hold out for another three months or even more will be able to achieve the final victory. He doesn't have much money left, but it's just enough to support his ambitions, so we don't have to worry about him making empty promises. But on the other hand, the condition is already very fair, and it is difficult for us to ask for more. Zhang Lie, an old subordinate of Zuo Ying's father and a veteran mercenary who had been on the battlefield since he was sixteen years old, once analyzed it like this.

After listening to this, Zuo Ying tapped his finger on the red cover magnetic attraction on the handwriting board behind him to signal the middleman Hao Borui, "His motive." ”

Everyone present unconsciously glanced at each other, as if they didn't understand much. After a while, someone responded to Zuo Ying's questioning gaze that was still throwing at everyone.

"Hao Borui has been a friend and partner of the boss for many years. The Boss saved his life with one of his arms in North Africa in his early years. Three years ago, the two of them joined forces to win the K8 price war in the Golden Triangle market. Gao Yunfei, an accountant and translator who is proficient in 15 Chinese, said with black-rimmed glasses that actually had no lenses, "The fighting near Tripoli has entered the white heat, and Karizamu is in urgent need of a large number of arms, and it just so happens that the goods in Haobery's hands are not working, so introduce this business to us, it is a Karizam who can get the arms, and Haoberi can also return our favor, and we can also get the business on the right track more smoothly and declare to all parties that Miss You have successfully taken over the boss's business Win-win situation." ”

The corners of Zuo Ying's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, just like at this moment, although the smile was very shallow and a little panacea, it had already revealed that she still had doubts in her heart.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged Arab man who looked calm and steady led four tall soldiers in. Presumably Karizamu's deputy, Bonjeni, and his entourage.

After the two sides confirmed each other's identities and exchanged simple pleasantries, one of the soldiers displayed an open suitcase on the table, and the neatly arranged dollar bills gathered almost all the eyes in the room.

But at that moment, a black hole suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Ying's eyes. At this time, no matter what, you can't act rashly, this is already common sense.

"Throw away the gun in your hand, or your boss will die in no time." Bonjene shouted in English with a strong accent at the sharpshooter Roger and the mercenary Zhang Lie, who had already raised their pistols behind Zuo Ying.

The two had no choice but to grit their teeth and reluctantly threw the pistol on the ground, which was then controlled by two gun-wielding soldiers.

Bonjeni threw the walkie-talkie on the table in front of Zuo Ying, "Inform your men at the dock to disarm the self-detonation device in the cargo compartment." ”

At this time, Zuo Ying didn't need to turn his head to look at the harbor to know that the two containers they parked at the dock had been surrounded by the army. If it weren't for the fact that the other party knew that there was a remote-controlled self-detonation device in the container just in case, Zuo Ying would have had her head blooming a minute ago.

But what about a minute later? Obediently asking his subordinates to disarm the self-detonation device in the container is 99% likely to be the end of the head blooming.

Zuo Ying slowly raised her head and looked directly into Bang Jeni's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her English was standard and fluent, "Don't you know that you are pointing a gun at the head of Asia's largest arms dealer?" I thought you really wanted to win this war. ”

Bonjene laughed, "Sure enough, it's a kid with a milky smell, and a third-rate arms dealer like you would dare to make such a joke." You do have the opportunity to be part of Asia's largest arms dealers when Holbury annexes you. ”

As soon as this sentence was finished, several people under Zuo Ying couldn't help but have their eyes on fire. It is all too clear that this "deal" is really just a trap set by the collusion between Holbury and Bonjeni. Hao Borui wants to get rid of Zuo Ying and embezzle their market share; Bonjeni can get a free lunch through this "deal", and the two of them are the two parties who win the plot together.

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"That's why I've never believed in trading without a profit-seeking motive."

When she said this, the corners of Zuo Ying's mouth also hooked up with a smile from when she was pointed at gunpoint. But now, it was her who was pointing a gun at someone else's point - she was holding a silver fire against Li Yunshen's head - and the steps under the eaves just made up for the height difference between the two.

The smile on Li Yunshen's face did not disappear, he was still so innocent and innocent that he didn't seem to have a trace of distractions in his heart, and there was still a coquettish meaning in his tone, "The story told by the princess is so good, although there are some places that I can't understand, but it doesn't affect my liking to listen to the princess tell stories." Zai Xia really wanted to hear the princess finish the story, so he begged the princess not to give him death. ”

Zuo Ying sneered, "Everything is seamless, and I didn't make up a motive that convinced me, it was you who were secret." Third Young Master, let's talk about our hearts. Even if I dress up like this, I'm still going to look different, right? ”

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