The scene in front of them made everyone swallow a mouthful of saliva, and turned their eyes to the arms dealer among them who pointed out the location of the tribe, as if he was asking for something.

The arms dealer who had pointed out the black tribe before, nodded stiffly after touching the eyes around him.

As for the black young man in the crowd, he was already confused.

I saw my tribe from the picture before, and I also saw those familiar faces in the tribe, and then I also watched my tribe turn into a sea of fire.

Even if he is stupid, he knows that these people are responsible for all this.

After entering the tent, the black young man who had been unhandcuffed suddenly rushed towards Fan Yize, but before he could take a step, Lin Tian had already appeared in front of him, and an iron-like fist hit him in the abdomen.

The stirring internal organs, the black young man's body was bent like a shrimp under the severe pain, and his face was blue, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

The territory looked at the black youth with contempt, waved his hand, and the two ghost team members came over and directly pulled the black young man out, and a moment later, a gunshot rang out.

Fan Yize, who was in the seat, watched these arms dealers' bodies tremble instinctively under the gunshots, and then said: "The garbage should be cleaned up, don't you think?" ”

Although these arms dealers didn't know Fan Yize's identity yet, they had already palpitated about his methods, and after hearing this, they immediately nodded.

Standing here, there is no arms dealer who is not afraid, after all, many weapons and equipment of the rebel army are directly or indirectly provided by them.

In the international arms market, with the exception of those arms dealers who eat on both sides, such unilateral arms support for one side will end very tragically once it falls into the hands of the other side.

From a practical point of view, they provide weapons and equipment to the rebels, and the future military resources company scrapes them alive now, and there will definitely be no one to stand up for them.

"I know who you are, so I definitely don't want to hear any lies going on." Fan Yize looked at the dozen or so arms dealers in front of him with deep eyes, and said in a commanding tone: "Now, those who serve the state institutions, take a step forward. ”

The arms dealers exchanged quick glances between you and me, and finally, twelve people stepped forward from the crowd.

Fan Yize's eyes swept over the twelve people and said, "I don't want to embarrass you, but this time we sent troops to Mogadishu, because your weapons have caused us a lot of trouble, how much are you willing to pay to redeem yourself?" ”

Among the twelve people, an Asian immediately stood up and said, "I'm from Japan's Mitsubishi Group, and I'm willing to pay a million dollars to redeem myself?" ”

When Fan Yize heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "In your opinion, your life is worth a million dollars, but in my opinion, a million dollars is worth nothing. ”

As soon as Fan Yize's words fell, Lin Tian, who was standing on the side, instantly pulled out his pistol and shot it in the head at this Japanese Mitsubishi Group person.

The powerful pistol bullet easily penetrated the Japanese man's head, opening a large area of his scalp and skull, and splattering his brain and blood.

Before he said killing, he killed people, which made all the arms dealers turn pale with fright. His legs trembled, and a black arms dealer standing next to the Japanese was so frightened that he peed his pants, and he could see that his face was still splashed with Japanese brains.

Fan Yize stared at the black man who peed his pants next to the Japanese as if he hadn't seen the dead man, and the meaning was quite obvious.

Dominated by fear, the black man hurriedly said, "I—I'm willing to pay two million, not five million dollars, to redeem myself." ”

When Fan Yize heard this, he seemed to be a little satisfied, and said: "Since this is the case, then each person will be five million, but I will only give you an hour." ”

Eleven people, a total of Wu Qian Wu Bai US dollars, none of the people present who stood up dared to say a word, and all of them nodded hurriedly.

"Remember, if you dare to sell arms again, the next time you run into us, no matter how hard you are in the background, no matter how much ransom you pay from afar, you will not be able to save your lives, so it's best not to make mistakes again."

Fan Yize's words fell, and the ghost team members in the tent pulled out all the eleven frightened arms dealers.

There are only four arms dealers left in the tent, and among these four people, there is also an Asian face, and Fan Yize naturally set his eyes on this guy.

"You are a North Korean, in charge of North Korea's secret arms sales, I regret your deception, you can now make a phone call to your country, it is your last words."

Hearing Fan Yize's words, the North Korean man's head was suddenly covered with sweat, and he was about to speak, but Lin Tian didn't give him any chance, and with a wave of his hand, a ghost team member stepped forward and pulled out the North Korean who had already opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

The reason why the North Koreans did not dare to stand up just now is very simple: although these arms dealers are all in the same fate now, after all, they are all from different camps, and when they sell arms, they often sell intelligence.

As long as some of these arms dealers get out of here alive, soon what is happening here will be known to the outside world.

North Korea is now being severely sanctioned by various countries, and arms trafficking is strictly blocked, so this North Korean does not dare to identify himself, otherwise he will also be executed at home without Fan Yize's action.

Therefore, Fan Yize also expressed his understanding and called him back, which was also to give him the opportunity to send some information back to China, which could be regarded as a kind of compensation for his death.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three arms dealers left in the room, two of the three arms dealers were Arabs, and the other was a white and pure white youth.

For these three people, Fan Yize didn't seem to have the idea of continuing the interrogation, but said to Lin Tian: "Take these three people down and hand them over to the ban. Guard. ”

The three purely personal arms dealers, not knowing what would happen next, one of them said, "Sir, I am also willing to pay a ransom of five million dollars, please let me go?" ”

Another Arab on the side also hurriedly said: "Sir, please believe that we are not deliberately making enemies of your company, if five million is not enough, I am willing to pay six million, please let me go home." ”

However, Fan Yize didn't seem to hear anything, and walked out of the tent directly, and as for these three people, they were immediately taken over by the Praetorian Guard.