"Yes is ....." Pyotr Gaev was stunned for a moment before replying, "Mr. Ding, do you want it?" ”

When Ding Ze heard it, hey, it looks like there's a play, and he came to the scene, "Yes!" ”

Pyotr Gaev: "....."

What does this guy want to do?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you want to collect tanks!

"Mr. Ding, let me ask, do you want a tank?" Pyotr Gaev felt the need to ask.

"Of course it's a cannon," Ding Ze replied with a bright smile.

Pyotr Gaev, "..... Shoot at Whom?" ”

"Whoever comes to hit me, I'll shoot at whomever I want!" Ding Ze returned.

'Well, this guy is really crazy!' Pyotr Gaev said silently, hesitating for a moment, "Mr. Ding, tanks are not very useful in the city......"

Before Pyotr Gaev could finish speaking, Ding Ze understood that Pyotr Gaev didn't want to help get the tank.

How does this work?

Tanks are a must-have.

So, as soon as Pyotr Gaev finished babbling, Ding Ze immediately stopped laughing, and asked with a calm expression, "Mr. Gayev, what I want is what I want, can you help me get a tank?" ”

Looked at.

Groov.

Andre immediately panicked, and felt that the atmosphere had suddenly become much more solemn.

Pyotr Gaev didn't panic much, but in the face of Ding Ze, who didn't smile and had no expression, he still felt a little numb in his scalp.

A second later.

"Yes!" Pyotr Gaev didn't dare to talk any more nonsense, nodded and replied in the affirmative, "However, the tank will definitely not be able to be transported to the United States as a whole, if Mr. Ding wants it, the tank will have to be dismantled and transported in the form of parts, and when the parts are shipped here, I will arrange some professionals to come from Russia and assemble the tank." ”

"After such a set of operations, the cost will be relatively high."

Isn't it just money?

Ding Ze smiled again, "No problem, money is a trivial matter, just do what you said, I want twelve tanks, more shells, at least a few hundred rounds." ”

Pyotr Gaev: "......"

Twelve tanks? A few hundred shells?

What is this madman going to do?

Forget it.

Pyotr Gaev didn't want to think anymore, "Okay, it will take a while." ”

"Okay, you can get back to John about it," Ding Ze said.

Abruchi hadn't spoken since he heard Ding Ze say the word tank, and when he heard his name, he nodded helplessly at Peter Gaev.

Seeing the helplessness on Abruch's face, Pyotr Gaev suddenly felt that Abruci was a little pitiful and followed such a crazy boss.

Ding Ze spoke up again at this time, "Okay, the matter of the tank, let's settle it like this, now let's talk about another matter, in order to ensure the smooth operation of my operation in Mexico, I need a large number of arms." ”

"Originally, I planned to buy this batch of arms in the United States and then find a way to ship them over."

"Now that I've met you, Mr. Gaev, I think things should be much simpler."

"Can Mr. Gaev arrange it?"

It's just arms.

Peter Gaev nodded directly without hesitation, "No problem, the whole country of Mexico, there are holes everywhere, I can handle it." How many arms do you want? ”

"Guns, bullets, grenades, let's get a boat."

"Okay," Pyotr-Gaev readily agreed.

"Thanks, you still deal with John in terms of expenses."

"Okay."

So far.

That's the end of the talk.

The four of them continued to eat and drink.

After eating and drinking, Ding Ze and Abruzzi got up to say goodbye.

Out of the restaurant, Ding Ze planned to go for a stroll and eliminate food, while Abruci needed to arrange for Ding Ze to attend the charity dinner in the evening, so the two parted ways and went their separate ways.

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Ding Ze wandered around for a while, had nothing to do, and had an idea, so he stopped a taxi and went to Dexter-Morgan's house.

In the first few days of his arrival in Miami, he traveled all over Miami, and naturally found the apartment where Dexter Morgan lived.

It's just that I was busy with things before and didn't do anything.

Now, when you're a little free, let's go make friends with Dexter.

About half an hour later.

When he arrived at the place, Ding Ze got out of the car and walked calmly to the apartment.

At this time in the afternoon, Dexter should be working at the Miami Police Department, and he is still researching the next target to be chopped.

However, there is a slight possibility that he was in the apartment at this time.

Therefore, just in case, after walking to the floor where Dexter's apartment was located, Ding Ze still slowed down a little and lowered his footsteps a little.

Soon, it was at the door of Dexter's apartment.

Ding Ze raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

Well, there was no response.

Then go straight in.

Ding Ze didn't have ink, so he decisively took out the lockpicking tool he had been carrying with him from his pocket, and wow, opened the door.

The door opened.

The familiar scene was just in front of me.

"It's really unreal," Ding Ze smiled and said to himself, then walked in with his feet raised and closed the door with his hand.

Entered the house.

Ding Ze began to wander.

Truth or say.

Because he has watched the drama "Bloodthirsty Forensics" many times, he is basically familiar with everything in this house.

Familiarity, walking, he also had the feeling that he was hanging out at home.

It's funny.

Walked around.

Ding Ze walked to the core of the entire house, that is, in front of the wall-mounted air conditioner in the living room, and then reached out to remove the air conditioner shell and took out the dark red wooden box that Dexter had hidden inside.

The wooden box is still a little heavy.

Holding the wooden box, Ding Ze sat on the sofa and gently put the wooden box on the coffee table before opening it.

Open it and take a look.

There were already dozens of pieces of blood in it.

A piece of blood represents a dead person.

Dozens of people.

"What a heinous fellow," Ding Ze joked with a smile, and then, looking at the blood tablets a little more, he got up and went to Dexter's desk, found a pen and paper, and wrote a line: Make a friend, call me, xxxx.

After writing, put the note into the wooden box containing the blood tablets, then put the wooden box back into the air conditioner, close the lid of the air conditioner, and Ding Ze went out to leave.

Come to the hallway.

This apartment is seaside, really the kind by the sea.

Standing in the corridor and looking out into the distance, the scenery is indeed quite good.

Ding Ze watched quietly for a while, and had no idea of buying an apartment here.

There is no other reason.

Dexter is a real psychopath.

Although you can have some contact and have some fun, it is not suitable to live so close.

After all, who knows if Dexter will feel like a threat and want to fight him.

He really didn't want to kill Dexter.

How boring it would be if Miami didn't have Dexter.

Ding Ze thought, raised his feet and left, and then walked around.

(End of chapter)