The call was answered by a woman.

After hearing Dean's request, the woman told him to wait at the gate, and someone would deliver the goods.

Dean was bored, so he found a corner and squatted, looking at the people coming in and out.

In the United States, the second-hand market is very popular, and there are many areas like this kind of big bazaar, which are run by local celebrities, and some are maintained by some more powerful gangsters because of the trading of goods.

This is the case in this market.

Dean also noticed that the people who maintained order in this market were actually some Asian faces, one was tall and large, and when he walked, his lower body was calm, his eyes were attentive when he glanced around, and most of his eyebrows had the kind of fierce temperament that had seen blood.

These guys have all practiced, and they are not the kind of self-cultivation martial arts that practice routines, they have definitely seen blood!

This made Dean intrigued by the gang behind the bazaar.

His learning ability is very perverted now, and his physical fitness is even more inhuman, if it is not troublesome, it is not bad to learn a few more fighting methods that are different from Muay Thai.

Time passes.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw an acquaintance coming out of the market.

The other party is a young Asian with black hair and brown eyes and a cold expression, who is tall and big, with a fierce temperament, which is eye-catching, but between the other party's walking, there is some incoordination, and he is actually a lame.

The lame young man seemed to be very familiar with the people who were responsible for maintaining order in the market, and greeted each other warmly, and after a while of greeting, he walked into the parking lot with a large bag.

Looking at his back, Dean's memories couldn't help but go back to a few months ago.

At that time, he was going to a bar with Harry and the others, and he happened to run into a master who used the Mitsubishi military stab, and killed a small gang leader in front of many people.

The murderer is this lame young man (Chapter 234).

Dean touched his chin.

If he's not mistaken, this guy killed for a prostitute.

Hehe.

Maybe if you want to get a few true inheritances of Chinese martial arts, you can start from the other party.

Since practicing ancient yoga before, his body has changed from extreme fierceness to a combination of rigidity and softness, Dean has realized that although the martial arts handed down in the past are no match for bullets, they still have their own shining points.

It would be even better if you could maintain the martial arts of health.

He now has no shortage of women, no shortage of money, everything is on the right track, as long as there are no accidents, at most two or three years, he can become the behind-the-scenes boss of a pharmaceutical group with full potential.

It would be a shame not to live more than a hundred years old and enjoy all the good things in the world!

Thoughts.

Dean's phone rang.

The call was a strange call.

"I guess the person who sent the rat has arrived."

Dean muttered and pressed the connect button.

A male voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone: "The goods you want have arrived, where is the person?" ”

Japanese benzene people?

Hearing the accent, Dean immediately realized that the man on the other end of the phone was a Japanese man.

Some of them who have not long come to the United States from the island country will speak some American words strangely, probably similar to most foreigners speaking Chinese, and will also have some strange accents.

Dean said where he was.

In less than a minute, a pickup truck stopped in front of him.

The car door opened, and an elegant middle-aged man about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, came down.

The middle-aged man glanced at Dean with a warm smile on his face: "Buyer? ”

Dean nodded, "What about the rats I want?" ”

"In the car, the goods you order are very demanding, they are all specially bred varieties, and the yield is very small, these little guys are delicate."

Between words.

The man ripped open the heavy covering canvas behind the pickup, revealing a large clear glass case inside.

Inside the box, there are about ten guinea pigs, larger than ordinary mice, eating, and there are some boxes connected to unknown instruments at the lower end, which look a bit like rudimentary thermostats.

"These are samples, all smuggled out of the laboratory, two hundred dollars each, no bargaining."

The middle-aged man smiled and introduced to Dean.

Dean was a little surprised when he heard this.

Holtz, who used to be in the forensics department, sometimes talked about these things.

The price of specially bred high-quality laboratory rats is generally between eight and twenty US dollars, depending on the channel, and this is a high-quality laboratory mouse, if it is general, the market price is a few US dollars.

As a result, this guy opened his mouth for two hundred US dollars, even if it is a black product, it is a bit expensive.

Dean is rich, but he's not stupid.

The acquisition of the pharmaceutical company on Neel's side is about to have results, although there is still Joss as a local tyrant to provide funds, but it is impossible for him to not get a dime a dime.

The devil knows how many little mice Mike consumes.

So, Dean began his first bargaining after two lifetimes: "If we want more in quantity, can we make it cheaper?" ”

Xiao Riben shook his head decisively, and said in an affirmative tone: "The more you want, the more expensive the price, and we can only provide no more than a thousand laboratory rats of this breed quality every month." ”

Kindness?

It's not cheap for you to step on a horse, and the price has risen, right?

As soon as Dean spoke, the middle-aged man realized that this guy was a layman, so he continued to explain: "Man, you must know that this thing you want is a special contraband, and the more we take out, the greater the risk, which is why the price is so high." ”

Hearing this, Dean died of the idea of bargaining.

He pretended to put his hand into the backpack he was carrying, took out two large rolls of American knives from the subspace and handed them to the middle-aged man: "They are all twenty dollar knives, one roll of one thousand dollar knives." ”

The middle-aged man took the money, didn't look at it, threw it into his pocket, and said enthusiastically: "Are you sending the goods yourself, or will I send them over now?" ”

Two thousand dollars, nothing.

What he values is a steady stream of income in the future.

There are really not many buyers of this special experimental rat, and now you have to grasp one firmly.

"Put it here, I'll do it myself."

Dean realized that the follow-up investment on this was not low, and his mood was a little low.

He used to think he had enough money.

As a result, now Xiao Mike's research expenditure may cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, and this may still be some inconspicuous investment in the early stage.

The thought of the various expensive instruments that followed, and maybe not even the ability to buy them, made Dean's scalp tingle.

It seems that I have to urge Neil's wife to make progress when I go back.

Behind the truck driven by the middle-aged man, there was a mechanical slide, and a person easily and smoothly put the box with the lab rat on the ground.

He took out a business card and handed it to Dean: "If you are sure to buy this kind of laboratory mouse in the future, just call this phone directly, your previous contact information is one-time, and my name is Taro Matsushita, and I am looking forward to the next cooperation." ”

After saying that, Taro Matsushita nodded at Dean, got in the car and left.

Dean stood still, looking down at the business card in his hand.

Business cards are ordinary, and they only have a series of phone numbers on them.

However, after receiving the business card, Dean had a keen sense of smell and smelled a very faint smell of disinfectant from above.

He suspected that the owner of the business card might be someone from a biological research institution.

Considering that Taro Matsushita had just mentioned the special features and expensive price of these lab rats, Dean tore up the business card in his hand and wondered: Xiao Mike has poor equipment there, what do you want to do with these high-end lab mice?

(End of chapter)