These white turbans are especially appreciative of the drone swarm, and they are eager to buy them in batches and take them next door a few times.

Russell just hurried past and stopped.

Although it is difficult for drone swarms to play in small battles, they are outstanding in large battles, and if his development is great in the future, then drone swarms are also indispensable, after all, the enemy is strong.

He followed and saw the invitation cards for the men to enter the venue, and Russell turned and walked to the underground garage, where he saw Iverson and one of his subordinates waiting.

"Boss, I have prepared a lot of blank business cards, as well as printing paper, and carving knives......

Iverson said.

Russell nodded, found the same invitation card as the venue in the blank business card, and began to reproduce it with a knife and pen.

In the process of his reproduction, Iverson and his subordinates were dumbfounded, because the blank business card in the boss's hand suddenly became a very real, no, exactly the same invitation card!

Iverson covered his mouth in surprise, and there was a burst of consternation in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout out, for fear of disturbing the boss's Yaxing.

It didn't take long for Russell to produce three business cards with their names and company positions, as well as the exhibition's unique print, security logo.

"When you go in, you mainly observe the drone swarm, as well as some advanced weapons, remember, be civil, don't show your tattoos, look very unprofessional."

With Russell's professional front, Iverson finally understood why his boss was talking to him about moving closer to the upper class.

It turns out that the boss is the upper class!

"Boss, don't worry, I do things just to do things, and I will never cause you trouble."

Russell nodded: "Communicate with people more, and in the future we will set up a technology company."

"Yes, yes, understood!"

Iverson hurriedly replied, because he had thought about this in the villa of the Menghu Gang that night, but he didn't expect the boss to plan it a long time ago.

With a wave of his hand, Russell took the first step, and when he showed the security guards his business cards at the door, and after entering the venue smoothly, Iverson and his subordinates also breathed a sigh of relief in the back.

"Boss, the business card made by our boss is too real."

"Stupid! Don't call me head, you call me boss, and you're my bodyguard."

This subordinate was a soldier, and when he heard this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Okay, boss, I'll talk less, and you're in charge of everything."

"Let's go."

The two also came to the entrance of the exhibition for inspection, and the security guard was obviously stunned when he saw the two black people, although there were also black people in the entire venue, but the faces of these two were very vicious.

Iverson reassured, "Is there a problem?"

"What?"

"I said, 'Is there a problem?' What do you see me doing, discriminating against my skin?"

Hearing this, the security guard hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand, "No, no, no, how could I discriminate against you, I saw that you seem to be very familiar, it seems to be my classmate."

"Then you recognize the wrong person, I don't have a classmate like you."

Iverson proudly retrieved the card and entered the venue with his subordinates.

The security guard frowned in the back, and said disdainfully, "Isn't it just a bit of a broken money, what kind of pretend, maybe somewhere."

In the United States, there are countless images like this, and some race wars have begun.

Why do they have such an aversion to black people?

Quite simply, take France, for example, which used to be a 100% white country, then there was a crisis, blacks were introduced, and now it is 80% black......

They swallowed the country, and this is a racial invasion, a war of aggression at its highest level.

Those who have aspirations and those who are patriotic should fight back and resist traitors!

The arms exhibition is huge, with all kinds of firearms, light weapons, military equipment, and so on in each booth.

There are also many improved and customized versions produced by the gun modification studio......

If Russell put the nickel-plated withered version of the Colt

When 911 is taken out, it will inevitably become the focus of this weapons exhibition, because the weapons on display now are all the same, with no characteristics of their own, and they are all plagiarism and following the trend.

Originally, Russell didn't want to progress to the meeting, but he had to come in and take a look, because it was related to his main quest.

He has thought about it carefully these days, and I am afraid that this mission is not a coincidence, but a temptation.

His account on the forum has long been monitored, so his identity has been exposed, as the only remaining seedling of the Black Queen Defense Company, and the "Rakshasa" who is alone underground, will those who are engaged in conspiracy behind the scenes let go of such a potential enemy?

Smart people know that they want to kill a potential enemy in the cradle, and Russell did it, and others will do it.

Therefore, this mission, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

However, Russell knew very well that the other party only knew that the Black Queen Defense had a lone seedling, but he didn't know his true identity in reality.

And the reason why the vest of "Rakshasa" was exposed was because he used this vest to take over the only collective action - the decapitation mission in Bogotá!

These are all preserved in his memory, Russell didn't think much about it at the time, thinking that in this kind of killer world, a road is reckless until it is over.

But if you think about it, no matter what kind of world it is, as long as there is America, that conspiracy will always be the main theme.

The amount of 600,000 US dollars in the task, not too much, no less, since the people behind it want to have fun, then Russell has no choice but to raise his hand to play with them, who makes life after marriage boring.

"Hello, may I ask what company you belong to?" I'm the guide of the exhibition, and if you have any questions, I can introduce them to you."

Russell looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and said with a calm face: "I am the director of the design department of Xuanyue Technology, mainly to see the design ideas of the exhibition."

"Xuanyue?"

"A company founded in Northern Europe, Xuanyue is headquartered in Norway."

"I see, so please take a look."

Russell smiled and nodded.

When it comes to Northern Europe, the instructors naturally go away, because Nordic companies never buy things at exhibitions, and they communicate directly with the military.

Russell walked around the exhibition, the strange shape of the gun design, for example, in addition to the vertical grip equipment, there is also a modified version of the special-shaped grip, what to say to the instructor of the white turban, the special-shaped grip is more stable.

It's really making people laugh off their big teeth, and it's okay to deceive fools.

He saw that Iverson was seriously communicating with the instructor next to the drone group, and his actions and words were polite, hiding some ruffianism, it seemed that Iverson had really cultivated, which made Russell very satisfied.

After all, an obedient tool is much stronger than a disobedient AI.

"Hello, this is the Galliot knife studio, please take a look."

Russell looked up at a red-haired woman who looked a bit like Elizabeth Yin who played the Scarlet Witch.

"This is a private studio?"

"Yes, it's been five years since we set up Studio Calvary, and these are all design works within two years, you see this Boyin hunting knife, the blade and pattern are very beautiful, and the feel is also good."

Russell picked up Bo Yin's hunting knife and played with it, saying, "How does your hand feel?"

"What?"

The red-haired beauty was stunned.

Seeing that she was stunned, Russell looked up at her and smiled, "I'm sorry, I like to joke, especially with beautiful women."

"Oh, it's okay, I just didn't expect you to look like Sven, but saying such a meaty thing is really not in line with your temperament."

Russell shook his head and said, "Men are carved out of a template, nothing different, only a beautiful woman like you will attract the attention of a man like me."

It seems greasy, but Russell had to say it.

Because, just three meters away from Russell, a middle-aged man in his forties, accompanied by two bodyguards, was moving towards him.

And this man is Russell's target today - plus

Lisson Korda, director of the CIA.

Garrison notices Russell, but hears him flirting with the woman, and turns away with disdain, he doesn't want to listen to such disgusting words.

Russell didn't look at him from beginning to end, and now the more he contacts this situation, the more suspicious he becomes, because even if something happens, there are three or four hundred people in the entire venue, and there are many high-ranking executives and representatives from various countries, and it is impossible to block the entire venue for the sake of a CIA director.

The red-haired beauty blinked her eyes wide, and said with a speechless expression, "Although I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, I don't plan to have a boyfriend, you can look at my knife."

Russell raised an eyebrow, "You made these knives?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Russell casually pointed to a dozen knives and said, "I want them all, where is your studio?" I can take it myself."

"Really? Do you want them all?"

Ao Mei was pleasantly surprised: "My studio is in Brooklyn, New York, you ......."

Before she could finish speaking, Russell took out a wad of bills from his bosom and said, "These are deposits, is that enough?"

"Enough! That's enough money to buy a lot, believe me? How do you know I'm a designer?"

Russell smiled, "Eyes don't deceive, I ...... you I'm very interested in the knife, so I'm naturally more observant of you, I hope you don't mind, I like to joke about it."

"Well, I accept your apology."

Russell spread his hands and said, "I didn't apologize, those words that ridiculed you came from the heart."

"Ah, that'...... Would you go to Brooklyn to get a knife? Here's my business card with the address and contact details of my studio."

Russell took out his mobile phone and pressed the phone number a few times, this press didn't matter, he almost relaxed!

Because, the screen shows "Sister 8......

Next Olympics!

Is this Heavenly Tree afraid that he will be lonely and watching others show affection in the world of "Smith"?

What are you doing with so many sisters!

It's so sweet.

Ao Mei was very puzzled when she saw Russell put away her mobile phone, but she didn't call her.

He asked, "Why don't you call, I can know your phone number."

Russell shook his head and asked, "Do you really not have a boyfriend?"

"Not at the moment, and I don't have any plans to find a boyfriend, my dream is to become a good swordsmith. However, even if I look for a boyfriend, I won't look for you, because I have a man I like, he is a very good boy, and he is very attractive to me."

Russell smiled, "To be admired by such a beautiful woman as you, it seems that he is indeed very good, he must be very handsome, right?"

"I haven't seen him, but he must be handsome, more handsome than you!"

"Okay, then I won't bother."

Ao Mei asked, "What about your knife?"

"We'll talk about that later."

Russell waved his hand and turned to leave.

Garrison Korda is hanging out at the show, he has little interest in women, but he has a lot of interest in men, far more attractive than guns.

As he accosted a black man, Garrison felt as if something had been pierced in the neck, and he raised his hand to scratch it, but there was nothing.

In the distance, twenty meters away, Russell was holding a sewing needle in his hand, his expression was a little annoyed, he hadn't lost a flying needle for a long time, and it was understandable that he was a little rusty now.

Immediately, he threw five or six more stitches, which scurried out of the air and pierced the back of Garrison's head.

Whoosh-

Garrison's eyes widened for a moment, and his whole body stiffened, and he fell on top of the black man in a daze.

"Eh, what is this for...... It's too fast, I can't take it."

The black man shouted with his teeth and claws, and the bodyguards on both sides were excited when they saw this, and hurriedly ran over.

By this time, Garrison was lying on the ground, his limbs stiff, his mouth slanted and his eyes crooked, as if he had a stroke.

"Shet! Komba ambulance,

Somebody's getting sick!"

"Oh my God, it's cruel, it's a sign of a blood clot in the brain!"

"Help!"

Bang Bang-

Several reporters at the scene took a few shots with video cameras.

Originally, the reporters thought that there was no news about an arms exhibition, but they didn't expect someone to get sick on the spot, although it was not a big deal, but looking at the bodyguard next to the patient, they sensitively thought that the identity of the patient was not small, and it could be regarded as a news that could be on the second page and one page.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

The more they are not allowed to shoot, the more reporters have to shoot, which shows that the patient's identity is sensitive, big news!

Russell stepped forward and took two photos with his phone, then disappeared from the crowd.

He did not leave the scene directly, but continued to look for Ao Mei.

"Oh my God, there is a man over there who died directly after a cerebral thrombosis, and I see that his eyes are crooked......

"Huh?"

Ao Mei was shocked, but she didn't expect Russell to come back.

Just now, she saw that there were a lot of people over there who exclaimed, and many people surrounded her, but Ao Mei couldn't leave, her booth was not easy to come by, and she was the only one, even if she went to the toilet, she had to think about it.

"Someone's sick? It's okay."

Russell looked pity and pity and said, "I've gone to see God."

"It's so unfortunate."

Ao Mei was also full of pity, she looked at Russell and said, "I don't know your phone number yet, otherwise what if you go to Brooklyn to get a knife and can't find the address?"

Russell laughed and said, "I don't know your name yet."

"I don't know yours either."

"Russell Adolphus."

"Olga Dallas."

The two opened their eyes and stared at each other, and Ao Mei frowned and said, "Your name is the same as my friend's."

"Coincidentally, my friend's name is Oga too, but I like to call her Aomei."

Ao Mei's face was full of surprise when she heard this, and she said, "It's you! Russell, oh my God, how could such a coincidence happen!"

"It's just such a coincidence that I saw a note when I called you."

Ao Mei frowned and said seriously, "This means that you didn't remember my phone number."