MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 27 ：NOCS

Conan's sense of Tang Dao plummeted, and he even felt bored, and he was too lazy to bargain. He simply knocked on the board, took out a Swiss bank check from his flat bag, and quickly signed it. , tore it off, and handed it over.

Tang Dao's eyes instantly flashed greedy with the series of 0's on the check!

Six million dollars!

However, Tang Dao was very vigilant with a little sense. He snapped his fingers behind him, and Robert trotted over with biscuit crumbs on the corner of his mouth. He smiled kindly at Conan, "Boss."

"Call to verify."

Robert took it over and looked at it casually. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes were torn open, his breathing was rapid, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it was difficult to stop the beating of his heart. He felt heavy in his hands. This was the first time he had seen so much money. How is it possible not to be tempted?

But he is smart, he knows unless he has the ability to run out of this airport.

Otherwise, if you get caught, with the character of the boss, you can bury yourself in the back mountain and let yourself die.

Anyway, Robert has already seen one of the characteristics of an arms dealer from Tang Dao, ruthless!

He took a deep breath, nodded, turned around and ran towards the control tower, where there is a satellite phone, he can confirm with the Swiss bank.

"Sorry, I've never seen so much money, I'm a little timid." Tang Dao said with a smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one, and motioned to Conan, who waved his hand, but he didn't force it, " Mr. Conan, need delivery? Just an extra $450,000."

"No need, someone will come to receive it." Conan refused decisively.

Tang Dao shrugged his shoulders and smoked vigorously. The two of them had no conversation, and the atmosphere became very awkward. But in a few minutes, Robert ran back again, panting, with a rosy face, and nodded towards the boss. .

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Conan." The big stone in Tang Dao's heart was finally let go.

Although Lao Hei hates the Chinese's disrespect for the African emperor, but after all, he is not to the point of tearing his face, and he is also smart. He wants to make a comeback. The arms dealer is the key, and he may be able to cooperate in the future. There is no need to deliberately It was embarrassing for him, so he pinched his nose and shook his hands, and said, "Have a nice cooperation."

After finishing speaking, Conan left the arranger to receive it.

"Boss, I found something interesting." After Lao Hei walked away, Robert stretched out his head and said, "This Conan Klein opened a machinery factory in the United States, mainly selling some high-tech products to third parties. The world, but he evaded taxes, the factory was closed, and the IRS is following him and wanting him, as long as he is caught, he can get 20% of his tax evasion as a reward, which is about 700,000 US dollars."

tax evasion?

I'll go... Is this guy so courageous?

Who doesn't know the most difficult things to do in the world, Russia is hostage to the United States to evade taxes, and Mexico is fighting drugs.

Those who can squeeze milk out of stones are the guys from the IRS. Even Superman has to pay taxes in full. The FBI, CIA, and DEA dare not evade taxes, and the old black dares to play like this.

Tang Dao respected him as a great man.

It's a pity that such a person is not sold out, but it certainly can't be now.

He squinted his eyes, flicked the check in his hand, and kissed it openly, making no secret of his love for money.

"Contact tomorrow's flight, I think, we are leaving, go to New York first."

Now that you have money, you must dress yourself up first. The clothes you are wearing should still be brought from Poland. The most important thing is to relax. But before you leave, you still have to meet Witt. He always feels that this guy is free. Mercenaries, what a pity.

When he was found, Witt was sitting on the top of the command tower, smoking a cigarette, looking at the small mushroom clouds that sometimes exploded in the distance, and when he heard the iron gate behind him, he turned his head and saw Tang Dao, slightly surprised.

"This place is not safe. If the bullets come, you have to go to God."

"God loves me, and God loves the world. He will definitely bless me." Robert took a deep breath of cigarette, "What about you? Are you not afraid?"

Tang Dao shrugged, leaned on the railing, found a cleaner place to sit down, took a breath, and said with a smile, "I'm not the same, I like dollars, I'm just...a garbage that can't be saved, God sure doesn't would like to see me."

Witt was taken aback by these words, and then laughed out loud.

Tang Dao continued to laugh, and after a while, he looked at him and said, "Are you going to be a freelance mercenary all the time?"

Witt paused for a while while smoking, and looked into the distance, his already deep eyes became a little hesitant when viewed from the side, and there was a unique charm of this man on his razor-sharp cheeks.

"Fuck with me." Tang Dao grabbed the railing to keep his body from shaking too much. This height is still a bit frightening, and the poles of his feet are weakening. There is a distance of nearly six or seven meters, and he will not die if he falls He had to break his leg, and he was a little afraid of heights. When he was in Stanford, he almost felt dizzy when he hung up banners.

"How about 30,000 U.S. dollars a month and a bonus?"

Witt's expression moved, and he looked at Tang Dao in surprise. The latter's face was pale, and he kept looking at the hanging feet.

This price has exceeded at least 80% of the income of white-collar workers. In the Western world, this is also considered a high-income group. It can be compared to Witt's income as a freelance mercenary here, but he did not blindly agree. He just hesitated. He nodded, indicating that he would think about it.

"I'm going to leave Namibia soon. Think about it. This place is only suitable for raising waste. Follow me and create a future." Tang Dao finished his words here, slowly and carefully pulled his legs back, waiting to touch him. When he got to the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief~www.novelbuddy.com~ and walked towards the exit. After taking two steps, he stopped again and shouted, "Witt."

The other party turned his head in doubt, and heard Tang Dao continue.

"There is nothing that the US dollar can't solve. If it can't be solved, it means that you are not rich enough. The most useless thing is when you are most helpless. If you have money, these will leave you. The US dollar can heal the pain." After he finished speaking, he left without looking back. He believed that Witt would make a choice.

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When Tang Dao returned to his room, he couldn't wait to close the door, and even locked the door, looking very anxious.

[Level 1 main task: Squeeze the wool! Obtain the source of goods from the Soviets, and sell them, rewards. Design blueprints of firearms and weapons, five special operations employees (team), and randomly draw rewards once (completed). 】

The rewards of this main quest are too rich, no matter what they are, they are what he needs urgently.

Tang Dao found a seat, stood up again after sitting firmly, brought himself a glass of water, swallowed it, stroked his chest to calm himself down, and "draw the lottery".

The virtual screen in front of me is divided into two parts, with employees on one side and design drawings on the other, which can save time better.

Without him calling to stop, the virtual screen stopped automatically.

Tang Dao's eyes shifted, and he couldn't help but look at the column of employees. He always felt that people were more important than anything else.

"Huh?" When he saw the five people, he let out a surprised surprise, his face was also unexpected, but then he was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect that he was so lucky?

It says in English: NucleoCentrald1Sicurezza!

Italian dignitaries protection team!

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