Thank you! I just came back from the apocalypse, and I'm already extremely rich.

After some comfort, Wu Siyu's mood gradually stabilized.

In the end, Fang Hao left Ling'er to accompany and protect Wu Siyu, and explained that Ling'er took Wu Siyu and Chu Niannian back to the safe house of 'Anything' No. 1 after dawn.

I got into the bathroom, activated the crossing bracelet and left.

After a trance in front of him, Fang Hao opened the door of the bathroom and walked out.

At this time, it was already bright outside.

Fang Hao opened the curtains and saw the cars coming and going on the street, the children laughing and playing in the community, and the old people walking birds and teasing dogs in the garden, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's back to the real world.

Thinking back to what had happened in the apocalyptic world, Fang Hao's head was slightly dizzy.

Then, I saw Fang Hao retching, covering his mouth and rushing into the toilet again, vomiting wildly.

It seems that he has nothing to do in the face of killing in the last days, but he has actually been holding back for a long time.

No matter how strong his heart is, he is still an ordinary person living in a peaceful period after all.

How can I casually blow someone's head, remove someone's arm, and nail someone to the table with a knife?

"Hoo-hoo-cough-cough-".

Fang Hao coughed violently twice, and finally couldn't spit out anything anymore, wiped his mouth, and gasped heavily.

It's so disgusting.

At most, he had hit a humanoid target before, and in peacetime, how could he have the opportunity to kill the enemy with real swords and guns.

It is normal to have a physiological response to this resistance.

"It's good to get used to it. "

Fang Hao rinsed his mouth, washed his face again, and said to himself in the mirror with a boost of spirit.

"When you first joined the army a few years ago, didn't you feel that you couldn't stand the training every once in a while, and you also survived to the honorable discharge. "

Originally, this sentence was nothing more than comforting and comforting himself, but when he thought of training and retiring from the army, Fang Hao suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of something else.

Shhhhhh

I seem to know how to dump the gold.

Thinking of this, Fang Hao grabbed his mobile phone, rushed out of the toilet, and quickly dialed a string of numbers starting with 591 on his mobile phone.

This is the international number for Bolivia.

It is one of the most mineral-rich countries in the world, and it is also one of the most chaotic regions in the world.

A large number of South American D dealers are entrenched here, each occupying the king of the mountain and entrenching in one place.

And under this dark transaction, it brings a huge amount of gold circulation.

As a result, the profession of gold dealer also came into being here.

What Fang Hao wanted to contact was a gold merchant he had met by chance before-Sablan Victor.

This person is one of the ways that Fang Hao has considered dumping gold.

At that time, in order to perform a certain task, Fang Hao disguised his identity and became a wealthy businessman from **.

At that time, Vic had been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and his eyes were naturally very poisonous, so he immediately aimed at Fang Hao, wanting to see if there was any 'business' to do.

So he took the opportunity to come up and get close to Fang Hao, and the two got acquainted.

It's just that at that time, Victor had nothing to do with the clues they wanted to investigate, so Fang Hao didn't talk to Victor too much, just left a contact information and left.

Now, two years have passed since then.

And the reason why Fang Hao still remembers Victor's phone is entirely because of one of his special abilities - he is very sensitive to the combination of numbers such as phone numbers, almost to the point of never forgetting them.

So until now, he doesn't have a few phone numbers in his phone, because he can remember most of the numbers that he can use.

Toot-toot-toot-

The phone rang two or three times, but no one answered.

Fang Hao frowned, waiting for the other party's answer.

After a few more sounds, just as Fang Hao was about to hang up the phone in disappointment, a male voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone: "Hello?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Victor. (English)".

Fang Hao's English is actually pretty good, but he hasn't used it.

"Who are you?"

Victor's voice seemed very cautious, and he asked cautiously.

"I'm Fang, and we met two years ago at the Gugan Hotel in La Paz. (English)".

Victor comes into contact with strangers from all over the world every day, not a hundred but eighty, how can he remember the person from two years ago.

However, his keen professional sense of smell told him that the person who took the initiative to call him was by no means as simple as looking for himself to catch up.

So he pretended to be very familiar, and suddenly said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, I remember, Fang, my friend! Oh my God, I thought you were gone, why did you take the initiative to call me?"

Fang Hao pursed his lips and sneered silently.

This grandson is too good at pretending, he doesn't know who he is, and he pretends to be familiar.

But it doesn't hurt either, after all, he's just selling gold and jewelry, and it doesn't matter if Victor remembers himself or not, as long as he remembers how much gold costs a gram.

Thinking of this, Fang Hao didn't grind anymore and went straight to the point.

"That's right, I have some cocoa on my side now, what is your price now?"

Fang Hao naturally did not really mention the word gold bars in international long-distance travel, but replaced it with a word that is basically common in the industry.

"Seventy. (English)".

As soon as Victor heard Fang Hao say Coco, he knew that this person had probably known about their circle, and he didn't report a false price.

Because there were so many gold merchants, the prices were all very different, and there was no need for him to report them higher.

Fang Hao naturally knew that he was talking about a knife, which was converted into ** currency at about four hundred and six to four hundred and seventy-one grams, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"Seventy-five. (English)".

"What?" Victor on the other end of the phone was shocked: "Then I'll sell it to you!"

However, Fang Hao was not in a hurry: "If there is a bargain, there will be a bargain, and besides, the goods in my hand are by no means small." (English)".

Hearing this, Victor thought for a moment.

"Seventy-two. (English)".

"Seventy-four. (English)".

"Seventy-three".

"Deal. "

"You'd better really have as many goods as you say. (English)".

"You won't be disappointed. (English)".

Fang Hao smiled all over his face.

"I'll contact you in advance when the time comes. "

With that, Fang Hao hung up the phone.

Seventy-three knives and one gram, about four hundred and eighty yuan, although the price is still slightly cheaper than the price in the regular gold store, but it is not a loss, after all, he belongs to the white wolf with empty gloves.

Thinking of this, Fang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a market for large quantities of gold.

Let's go, I changed the gold in my hand first.