Chapter 487: The Most Damned Man
Above the vast sea and blue waves, in the open-air restaurant on the top floor of the luxurious yacht, three arms dealers who had been washed up, looked at the sumptuous wine and food in front of them with some confusion.
A few minutes ago, a waiter opened a bottle of wine and set it to the table, the main course of which was a lobster that took up half of the table, served with a cold dish with fruit and a golden crispy roast leg of lamb in the open-air oven.
However, the three arms dealers sitting at the dining table have just seen Fan Yize's thunderous methods, as if they were being fried in a sea of swords and fires, and now it is March again, and it is as warm as a spring breeze, how can it not make people feel uncertain.
With heaven on one side and hell on the other, the three of them gradually had some enlightenment in their hearts.
The sixteen arms dealers who were caught, although they were not very familiar with each other before, had at least heard of each other and had met on some occasions.
Thirteen arms dealers with national backgrounds have all been dealt with, and no one can resist by thunderous means.
Now that the three of them are treated so lavishly, they are all arms dealers who are personal acts, how can it not make people think too much.
Less than a minute after the red wine was turned on, Fan Yize walked up to the open-air restaurant, and the waiter at the table stepped forward and helped Fan Yize pull up the chair on the table.
When the three arms dealers saw Fan Yize's arrival, they all hurriedly stood up, but the strange thing was that they didn't know if they were mistaken, although there were four chairs at the table, there were only two cutlery on the table, and even the wine glasses were two.
On this kind of occasion, it is obviously impossible for the waiter to make a mistake, and it will inevitably have its deep meaning.
And this is also the reason why these three people, although they seem to be deep in heaven on the surface, are still uneasy.
Fan Yize sat down, looked at the three arms dealers who stood up, and did not let them sit down, but said: "You have also seen that there is only one person who can sit down in the end." ”
"Sir, if you need anything, please do whatever you ask, and you will definitely do it next." One of the Arabs said respectfully.
"Are you representing an individual, or are you representing your organization?" Fan Yize set his eyes on the Arab who opened his mouth.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir?" The Arab's face stiffened slightly, but then returned to normal and said.
"It seems that you are not a smart person, although I can't remember your name, but I know that you are actually serving an extremist organization, not only using the arms trade to fund the activities of this organization, but also secretly collecting orphans who have been displaced by the war in various war-torn areas of Africa to train arms for this extremist organization."
Speaking of this, Fan Yize's eyes cast a chill that made his heart palpitate, and continued: "In order to better control those orphans, you planted three poppy orchards in the Congo jungle, controlled these orphans with drugs, made them addicted to drugs, and even brainwashed them, trained these orphans into emotionless killing machines since childhood, instilled the most extreme thoughts, made them become human bombers, and made them treat life as nothing, including their own lives. ”
Fan Yize's every word made this Arab's face pale, not to mention that what Fan Yize said was true, even if these were false, he knew very well that the person in front of him, who had the power of life and death, would not be happy if he said this.
What's more, what Fan Yize said is also true, and this time he came to Mogadishu to make a secret deal with the rebels, and used arms to get a group of children between the ages of eight and twelve from the hands of the rebels, ready to take them to a secret training camp in Congo.
As a result, the war in Mogadishu broke out before he could leave, and he could not leave because of the total blockade, and the result is what it is now.
Faced with Fan Yize telling his biggest secret, this Arab's face was already as white as snow.
The other Arab and the white man on the side looked shocked, and seemed to be frightened by Fan Yize's words, but it was obvious that they were not frightened by the tragedy in Fan Yize's mouth, but by the true identity of the arms dealer next to them.
As an arms dealer whose business can spread all over the world, what kind of tragedy has not been seen, those teenage children, carrying rifles, killing all the women and children of the conquered tribes, are common.
Africa is a haven for natural terrorists and a stage for extremist ideology and genocide.
Tanzanbeki, the country that the future technology group is gradually controlling, is not only the poorest country in the world, but also the country with the highest proportion of AIDS patients among all countries in the world, with a population of millions in Tanzanbekistan, but the proportion of AIDS patients is as high as 40%, and the average life expectancy is less than 40 years old.
When the Red Turban Army rebelled, the attacking Red Turban Army killed people on sight, which was also a microcosm of normalcy on the African land.
Disease, massacre, not a day goes by that is not played out in Africa.
I think that the tragedy of brewing is countless.
For a little money, for vital interests, it is often the price of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Facing this silent Arab, Fan Yize said: "Do you know why I already know your secret and will take you on the ship?" ”
"Let me go, you will become a friend of our organization, otherwise, our organization will launch a crazy revenge against the Future Technology Group." The Arabs, who were speechless, could only rely on the deterrent power of their own organization, and said: "Our people will also find you and kill you at any cost, as well as your family, once you fail, then the second, and the third, endlessly." ”
However, this deterrent is a joke in front of Fan Yize.
"Your threat is interesting, but unfortunately, it doesn't work for me at all."
As soon as Fan Yize's words fell, the dragon walked out, came to the front of the Arab, and lifted the Arab up as if he was carrying a small pet, and with a slight flick of his arm, he directly threw the struggling Arab out of the open-air restaurant and into the sea.
An adult man of more than 100 pounds, in the midst of struggle, was lifted up with one hand, thrown out more than ten meters away, and fell into the sea, his movements were very relaxed, as if he was a big living person in his hand, and he didn't even have a little weight.
The other two people at the table were also a little dumbfounded, Hercules had seen it, but he had never seen someone with such terrible arm strength.
Just why throw it into the sea?
"It's the original sin for this kind of person to live in the world, and it just so happens that the sharks are hungry." Fan Yize said slowly.