Chapter 767： : Honest Company - Savior

This money can make ghosts turn mills, and it can also make mills turn ghosts.

I gave the young man 200 dollars, and the other party went to make a phone call. He huddled in the corner, and even if he was a little far away, he could still hear the impatient voice from the other end.

But I don't know what the young man said. He muttered to the other side and seemed very upset, but he still said that he would come over. The young man was uneasy, so he forced a smile and walked over, "Sir, our boss will be here soon."

The man in the windbreaker nodded, drunk alone.

Seeing that he wasn't interested in talking, the young man didn't bother him, so he sat in front of the bar. After about ten minutes, the glass door was pushed open forcefully from the outside. It was a surprise that the glass didn't break.

A burly man came in with a baseball bat and said fiercely to the boy, "Where's that troublesome drunkard! I'm going to punch his head in his ass."

The young man was very embarrassed. In order to get the boss to come over, he lied a little, saying that someone was causing trouble. When the boss heard this, it was okay, and he came with a baseball bat. Now those parade people are part-time robbers.

I don’t want to be yelled at by people with this little family property. The boss saw the young man standing awkwardly and at a loss, and immediately understood that he was not stupid, so he slapped the bar counter with a slap, and started cursing his mother , This mouth is so open that it can eat people.

"Boss, that gentleman is looking for you." The young man weakly pointed to the man in the windbreaker sitting by the window.

"Huh?" The boss frowned and turned his head, staring at it maliciously. The man in the windbreaker had just swallowed two ounces of vodka, and then turned his head. When he saw that face, the boss was shocked, but then No joy, but very silent and quiet.

"Jesu, go home and rest today."

The boss said in a deep voice, the young man was taken aback for a moment, he looked at the man in the windbreaker, and said in a low voice, "Boss, do you want to help?"

"Go back." The boss said with a stare.

The young man took off his work clothes resentfully, and when he walked out of the cafe, he stared at the man in the windbreaker fiercely, trying to warn him, but the latter ignored him at all.

"Curtis, come and sit down." The man in the windbreaker said in a loud voice, full of air, pointing to the seat in front of him.

The boss frowned and said, "I don't need you to teach me where I am." Even so, he walked over and sat opposite him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, ignored the other party, and cared about himself. Freely smoke.

The man in the windbreaker didn't care, "You're still so narrow-minded."

"Hmph." The boss used this to express his mood, folded his arms, and glanced at him, "What are you looking for? Don't you just come to see me?"

The man in the windbreaker was quiet for a while, and really nodded, "I have a business worth 200,000 US dollars, do you want to do it?"

200,000... dollars? !

The boss, Curtis, who was smoking, trembled, and then his eyes shone brightly, but then quickly dimmed, "I don't do this anymore, you can find someone else."

"I know you are short of money, this list is enough for you to live for a long time, money cannot retire." The man in the windbreaker was still persuading.

Money is lethal to anyone, unless he stays away from this society.

"What do you want to know?" After being silent for a while, Curtissf still obeyed his heart. He needed money, and he needed a lot of money.

The man in the windbreaker took out a black plastic bag from his inner pocket. It was square and placed it on the table. "There is 30,000 US dollars in it, which is regarded as a deposit. After you get the things, I will give you the rest of the money."

Curtissf took the money very bluntly. Since they all decided to do this, of course they had to collect the money. He knew that the other party was providing information for an "international organization" and had rich financial resources, so he didn't have to deal with him. polite.

"What do you want?" Curtisseff asked.

The man in the windbreaker leaned forward and said softly, "I want information on Dudayev's mansion, as well as information on his wife, lover, and sons. The more specific, the higher the price."

Curtisev was startled, but then his face changed suddenly. Of course he was not a loyal Dudayev party, but he could smell something wrong from it, someone was going to mess with Chechnya!

"Tell me, who wants news?" Curtissef stared at his old friend and said.

"You don't need to worry about this, I'm just here for this order, there are other people, it's not up to you." The man in the windbreaker said, "You don't have to think about telling Dudayev, isn't there anyone around him for the sake of it?" Did the money betray him?" Then he stood up and pressed the business card on the table, "When the time comes, I'm going to make this call, and someone will come to get it."

After he finished speaking, he put his hat back on, and then left the cafe. He waved leisurely and gracefully at the stray dog ​​outside, who ran farther with his tail between his legs.

"Oh, cowardly dog." The man in the windbreaker laughed, turned and left.

Curtissf watched the other party walk away from the window, folded his hands, and frowned.

In the end, he sighed, the rain was coming, and the Chechens were like small sailboats in the sea, which might capsize at any time. He is not a Chechen, but he is not a Russian either. He is from Alan.

This allowed him to escape the purge, but his friends were ethnic Russians, and when they were kicked out of the house, Curtissf also felt a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

"The world is always changing. This year, it happened to be Chechnya's turn."

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The intelligence organization under the name of the Savior Company is very loose, not as rigorous as the four major organizations. Apart from having their own insiders, they also like to use money to buy information. After all, those wild dogs wandering in the dark also like Someone occasionally feeds them.

They know where there is business through their own channels, and there is a risk of exposure, but what if they are exposed? It's not that the Savior Company came forward, he moved down several floors, and the boss has changed. With the millions of dollars spent, what Dudayev is doing every night, this information can be summarized.

The biggest commonality between businessmen and national organizations is actually the pursuit of interests, but the former is more straightforward. Is the latter really clean?

Anyone is the richest man in the world, and any country is the hegemony of the world. The foot pot chicken thinks, John Bull thinks, Gallic chicken thinks, Hans Tiger thinks too, of course, rabbits think too, after all~www.novelhall.com ~ After being the boss for thousands of years, if you say that I will develop peacefully, who the **** will believe it.

It's just that the war mode is not just that kind of artillery, and the land area is not so important, but the influence. Otherwise, why would Yingjiang play with rabbits on the Yinhe?

Of course, these have nothing to do with Tang Dao, and have little to do with the Savior Company. They are now working at full capacity for their own benefit.

Like the Savior Company, which eats one end and eats the other end, as long as it is a big family, it is typical to sell anything for profit. Before that, Dudayev was still close as if he was a person. This is a high-level VIP, oh well, in a blink of an eye, all customers are sold.

This reputation must be ugly, but what kind of reputation does an arms dealer want?

Tang Dao didn't care about this, nor did the shareholders behind it.

They have only one idea, I heard that Chechnya produces oil!

It's all us.

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