"The regimental commander is injured, come and meet quickly."

That's what code words translate to.

"What am I going to do?"

The chief singer gritted her teeth and asked in the same code.

"Go to the Hunter website and post a bounty, and I'll grant you access to all of the Society's funds. You know what to do, Sister Akina Sakai. ”

Chu Zihang told Sakai Akina in code the account and password of the fund of the Akina Sakai Society.

Under Kaguyahime's surveillance, it is not safe for them to log into the Hunter website.

With that, he hung up.

The chief singer looked at the number written in the palm of her hand, and now the three hundred million dollars and the survival of the society were in her hands.

Akina Sakai looked up at the emperor staring at her and clenched her fists.

In the Lusk region, east of the Black Clan, Yemalko is hiding in the corner of an arsenal and surfing the Internet.

He is a half-blood, but his level is very low, and he can't even awaken the spirit of words and the golden pupil.

And the other advantages of the half-breed were not reflected in him much, and with the help and request of his father, he entered the army and became a treasurer.

At first, Yemarko thought it was very good, and the librarian had an easy job and did not need training.

But he soon discovered that his salary was so low that it was not enough to help a poor woman even once a week.

For his own philanthropy, Yemalko began to learn from other storekeepers and resell arms.

The perennial economic downturn has led the Hackland government to repeatedly reduce the treatment of soldiers, not only gradually reducing the minimum salary, but also not receiving much pension after the death of soldiers.

Some of the less important troops did not even receive a penny of wages for two months, which seriously shook the morale of the troops.

In order to vent their inner dissatisfaction, some soldiers directly blew up the arsenal.

Another soldier chose to smuggle armaments to earn his wages.

It's almost an open secret in Hekland, and with his father's connections and his ability to be a good person, Yemalko's business is doing well.

He is very cautious, and has always only looked for opportunities on the hunter website, doing a small number of boutique businesses.

And today, Yemalko is panning for gold on the site again.

Soon, a bounty sticker caught his attention.

"Buy heavyweight arms in large quantities, and those who have the strength will come."

Good fellow, isn't that what he is talking about?

Yemalko confidently clicked on the profile where he posted the post, which was created in a short time, but the posting tasks were quite frequent.

Three missions have been released in just a few months, which is considered very active among hunters.

Smuggling of arms, smuggling of arms, and obtaining false documents.

Good guys, this can't be a gang of transnational robbers.

But the robber doesn't matter, his clients are much more outrageous than that.

Feeling that there was no problem, Yemalko sent a message to the other party.

"I'm a veteran arms tycoon, what do you need?"

Yemalko said.

He made a name for himself without any promise.

"What's there?"

The other party quickly sent a message.

Ye Marko pouted, this newcomer has a bit of business, and he is normally ready to report directly when he needs it.

If he doesn't have it here, he will see if he can replace it or transfer the goods from elsewhere according to the situation.

If it had been before, Yemalko probably wouldn't have talked anymore.

After all, selling goods to newcomers is the most problematic.

But in the past two years, the world economy has been down, and there are fewer and fewer powerful customers, so he can no longer pick and choose.

"AK-74, AKS-74U, Fort-221, Zbroyar Z-10 can get it."

Yemalko did not specify, and customers who can't even figure out the types of guns should forget it.

Soon, the other party sent a message again.

"Not good enough."

Not good enough? These are the main weapons of the Black Crane Special Forces.

If it weren't for the recent sharp drop in wages, he really wouldn't dare to make such a promise.

What is the origin of the other party, this is not worth it?

"And what do you need?"

Yemalko asked with a bit of anger.

If the other party dares to send some weapon models that are not as good as these, he will frantically taunt the other party for a wave, and then block it.

"I need more power."

The other party replied.

"I have a tank, do you want one for three million dollars?"

Yemalko asked with a slight mockery.

"If you can ship it over, I'll ask for it, and the shipping fee can be added."

The other party immediately replied.

What a need!

He's got a big mouth, three million dollars, and the money he's been doing it for so long doesn't add up to that.

"Do you want precision-guided strike rocket artillery?"

Yemalko shuddered and sent out the message.

"Yes. I need all the weapons that are powerful enough, as long as you can get to your destination within 24 hours. The upper limit is, $300 million. ”

$300 million?

$300 million!

Yemalko seems to see that poor girls all over Hekland are begging for donations from him, and his charity can even reach the whole of Europe!

"Please wait, sir, I need to speak to my superiors."

In the face of the $300 million order, the rude Eastern European ** immediately became polite.

Closing the computer screen, he immediately called his boss's phone.

Arms reselling has always been carried out in a steady manner, and he has long been shot black if he did it alone.

Mihailo, the chief of ordnance of the Lusk region, was sleeping on a bearskin, and the drinks of various colors made him sticky.

Yesterday he drove the impark all night, and the alcohol and women almost drained him.

If nothing else, Mikhailo would have slept like this all day, and then drove the next one.

If anyone dares to disturb him at this time, Mikhailo will definitely let that person scrap one of the barrels along with a certain cannon.

The phone rang extremely loudly, and he impatiently tried to turn it off, only to find that he had lost it too far to reach it.

When Mikhailo found a thong and his phone through the cracks in the couch, he was still drunk, but his drowsiness was almost gone.

The pain of the hangover made his brain hurt as if he was being held and gnawed by a bear, which made him very irritable.

"Second Lieutenant Yemalko, if you can't give a reason that carries enough weight, even if your father intercedes, I will throw you into the Donets River."

Mihailo said viciously.

"Sorry to bother you, Chief Mihailo. I received a large order and couldn't decide for myself. ”

Yemalko said cautiously.

"If it's a small order of less than $100,000, I'll still beat you up."

Mihailo's anger was a little less, but only a little.

"No, much more than that, sir."

Yemalko said.

"Half a million dollars?"

Mihailo's anger disappeared a little more.

"More more, sir."

"Five million dollars?"

Mihailo's anger was mostly gone.

"More more, sir."

"50 million dollars?"

Mikhailo was no longer angry at all, and even smiled.

"It's $300 million, Chief Mihailo."

Yemalko doesn't sell it anymore.

The phone fell onto the bearskin, and Mikhailo quickly picked it up.

"Yemalko, if you dare to joke with me, I will sell you to Africa as a male prostitute."

He said solemnly.

"Of course not, everything you hear is true, sir."

Yemalko said with the same seriousness.

"What does the other party want?"

Mikhailo asked.

"Tanks, rocket artillery, all powerful weapons, as long as we can get them."

Yemalko said.

"Ask him, where is it going?"

Mihailo said.

Yemalko immediately sent a message to the other party and received a reply quickly.

"Japan, sir."

"Japan."

Mihailo breathed a sigh of relief, if it were those countries, then this business would definitely not be able to take over.

He dared to sell 300 million yuan of arms for the other party to use to make trouble, and 30 billion yuan of arms would be returned when he turned around.

"Keep the communication open, I'll get in touch now."

There are of course people above him.

"Contact Himisuke? Sir. ”

After receiving such a big order, Yemalko was a little bolder, and asked more.

"Nonsense."

Mikhailo first said angrily, and then fell into thought.

It seems, like, perhaps, that it doesn't have to be to contact Himesuke either.

The Lusk region seems to be closer to Moscow.

(End of chapter)