The Strongest Arms Dealer

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The Guardian Building, top.

This is the boss's office, the entire floor.

Burke Bruno is the deputy editor-in-chief and he is a popular figure in the company, so he was able to meet the president smoothly.

Mark Twain greeted him personally at the door.

With a little bit of goodwill from a capitalist, you can be very excited, and Burke Bruno is no exception.

"Look, who is here, our hero!"

Mark Twain dragged him into the office and personally asked him what he wanted, "Coffee? Orange juice? Or red wine? I have airfreight from Bordeaux, try it?"

He smiled and poured red wine for his right-hand man, and kept saying something similar to compliments, nothing more than praising Burke Bruno's greatness.

That's what capitalists are.

You can make money for him, maybe it may be more difficult for you to make him eat shit, but if you eat **** yourself, he will treat you as a special hobby.

Capable people can always get more attention, society is like this.

Although Burke Bruno's expression was a bit cramped, it was obvious that he also enjoyed it.

Mark Twain personally served the red wine, put it in front of him, and lightly clinked the glass with him, "Our sales volume this week completely overwhelmed The Times and the Daily Telegraph, surpassing them by a full 350,000 copies !"

"They're just behind us trying to get some of the leftovers we've eaten."

Mark Twain was a little elated, and finished the red wine in one gulp, with a vigorous smile on his lips.

The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph and The Times all know that they can't kill each other. The Big Three have taken root in this acre of three-point land for too long, and have formed a certain tacit point, just like KFC and McDonald's. In fact, everyone Don't want the other party to go bankrupt.

Because the market has fully accepted both of them, and they should be the biggest at the source. If someone falls down, the other gap cannot be occupied by you alone, but more unknown people will rise up , causing great conflict and influence on your roots.

This is not the arms industry.

There should always be more people eating and reading newspapers than buying arms.

You can't kill the opponent, but it's cool to make the opponent so beaten that you can't fight back.

Burke Bruno also smiled empathetically.

"Sir, I came here this time because I found even bigger news!" He said as he put the wine glass on the table, staring at Mark Twain's, "I think we can occupy a larger market share .”

Mark Twain's eyes suddenly changed when he heard about the company's future, exuding the most ambitious eyes of mankind.

"Come and take a look." The tone was a little hasty.

Burke Bruno handed him the document bag, raised his chin slightly, and looked at it himself. Mark Twain glanced at him, took it a little impatiently, and opened the document bag anxiously, perhaps because he was too excited. In a hurry.

Some things cannot be described.

Such as interests!

Whether it's English, Spanish or even Chinese, the words you can think of to describe money are very vague, because you don't have that much money to compare.

And Mark Twain's daily orders and money coming in from the company's account are real, so of course Mark Twain cared.

Beng!

Just as Burke Bruno took a sip of red wine, he received a slap on the shoulder, which almost made him spit out, choking uncomfortably, covering his mouth, coughing violently, and saw the excitement on Mark Twain's face.

"Is this true?" he asked, shaking the papers in his hands.

Burke Bruno still chose to believe his so-called "informant", nodded, "90%."

"Send! I'll contact the distribution department right away."

90% chance it's not good?

People's small newspapers hear that wind is rain, and people can say that London has exploded with a fart.

90% can be sure, the news media is just grabbing hot spots, and people who run slowly don't have any face or fart.

"You are in charge of this matter. When the time comes, I will apply to be the editor-in-chief for you! I will even ask for credit for you on the board of directors." Mark Twain began to draw big cakes, looking at him and said.

"There are dry shares in the company's share pool."

Burke Bruno's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"certainly!"

"I promise it will be done, trust me sir!"

Although the company's dry stock only has the right to dividends, it will definitely allow him to go directly from the middle class to the wealthy class, and he will be able to guarantee annual entertainment after satisfying a good life.

Only self-interest drives him forward!

"I believe the Guardian has more to offer in our hands."

The two hands were tightly clasped together, and the two men looked at each other "affectionately".

…

Africa, Institute of Human Genetics.

This is located in a canyon in Somalia, close to the sea, and it can’t be found on satellites. The Savior Company has long thought of a way to block it. Want to use the labeling method to locate it?

Bullshit!

There are more than 300 scientific researchers and about 700 support staff here.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

In a laboratory, an old man with glasses and silver hair, who looked a bit vicissitudes, shouted into the microphone in his hand, staring intently at Yu Jin inside.

The other party was tied with a lot of complicated threads, sitting on the spot and doing various movements according to the instructions on the TV.

"How much energy is it at present?" the old man asked the colleague next to him.

"The π energy has reached 3.141, not far from the fourth digit. The current basic strength: bench press 210 kg, squat 510 kg, right fist 975 kg, left fist 525 kg."

It's over Tyson!

With a satisfied smile on the old man's face, he signaled the researchers inside to suspend the machine.

Yu Jin braced his knees and panted heavily.

As the most elite soldier of the [Corps], his task is also to help researchers conduct research, so that he can explore a production line similar to an "assembly line".

Guarantee the blood supply of [Corps].

"Great, Major Yu Jin." The old man praised.

The other party also held the rank of colonel of the [Corps] in the African region. This is a great right, and all countries in the Pan-African Union recognize it!

Even in several F4 countries they have an absolute license to kill.

This is the right of [Bingtuan].

In the entire Great African region, the Savior Company has invested more than tens of billions of dollars. What if I get a small right?

"I need a more scientific training method, and it is best to reach the fourth value of ignition. I feel that if I take this step, I can reach the so-called superman in the true sense!"

Yu Jin said very seriously, took the towel from the staff next to him, wiped off the sweat stains, walked out of the laboratory, and looked up at the screen hanging above.

There is a lot of data on it.

Including muscle density, nerve response speed, and even bone hardness can be seen clearly, from a scientific point of view the possibility of becoming a superman.

Science is always evolving.

"This is today's nutritional meal, as well as the No. 4 neurotrophic solution that needs to be injected. The latest product of the regional laboratory, the safety guarantee is very good, and it should be able to improve your reaction speed." The old man came over with the tablet. Click on it.

This is called automatic meal ordering. People from the logistics department will deliver meals to your door. Many things need to be freshly purchased and matched.

"No. 4." Yu Jin nodded, he still believed in the laboratory.

Safe production, scientific development!

"Okay, Dr. Dennis, you can come to me again if you need it." Yu Jin left the laboratory building after speaking. He raised his hand and shouted, "Doctor!"

The old man walked over, "What's wrong?"

"I found something wrong with the value." The researcher pointed to a fluctuation on the computer, "Mr. Yu Jin's NDA+ vitality is three times that of ordinary people!"

Dr. Dennis frowned, "Why is it so high?"

"Things related to NDA+, including Sirtuin protein, and the degree of vascular regeneration have increased significantly. Moreover, when Mr. Yu was at this point, NDA+ reached its peak, and an unknown factor was produced in it. This is here."

Dr. Dennis is a very cautious person, especially when dealing with scientific researchers, and his requirements are extremely high. His staff are all industry elites, and he never takes interns, because he understands that in the blink of an eye, you may lose the discovery of the Nobel Prize .

"Unknown factor?"

"Can you make a 3D model?"

"Okay, but it will take some time."

Dr. Dennis nodded, "Increase the activity of this factor by 50 times, and give me the result then."

"clear!"

…

Zen border.

Famous messy area.

At night, when walking on this road, you also have to pay attention to whether someone sticks you from behind, and when you wake up, you find yourself lying in the crematorium.

This is very common.

All evils are hidden under the light. There are only two kinds of people who care about your so-called order, either the winners of the existing order, or the losers who cannot adapt to the rules. Because of failure, they want to destroy it, so In life, there are always people who despise the order, make themselves out of order, and want to re-establish the order.

There are many such people in this place.

"What a beautiful scenery."

Standing at the entrance of Laohou Street, Tang had his left hand in his pocket and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He seemed to be doing nothing, while a few bodyguards of the Corps followed him, looking around vigilantly.

He stared ferociously at the pedestrians who occasionally passed by.

Old Monkey Street—Land of Exile!

Originally, as Tang Dao, he would never come here at all, but someone wanted to see him. Originally, he just wanted to be a fart and let go, but the other party showed him a blueprint, and he came.

The Old Monkey Street in the setting sun is bathed in the sunset, which looks intoxicating.

Not long after he stood at the intersection, he saw two men in gray military uniforms running out, standing seven or eight meters away, and shouting respectfully, "Mr. Tang, please follow us."

"Your boss is more powerful than me." Tang Dao said with a smile. This made the two people on the opposite side falter, and they didn't know how to reply, but forget it, this is not the point, and someone Tang doesn't care.

With a slight nod of his chin, he signaled them to lead the way.

Walking into this notorious street in the entire Golden Triangle, even the air smells of hormones. This is a real "smell", just like... coming to a blockhouse!

The same as the TT that just took off.

"It's a bit quiet enough." Tang Dao said suddenly.

"Knowing that Mr. Tang is coming, our commander ordered everyone to drive away, so as not to disturb you." One of them said.

Tang Dao also said half-jokingly.

"Then my face is really quite big."

As he said, he took out chewing gum from his pocket and pressed his tongue, which eliminated a lot of the bad smell in his nose.

But the eyebrows are not very happy.

"It's here, it's inside."

The two brought Tang Dao to the door of a tavern, pointed inside and said to Boss Tang.

"thanks."

Tang smiled very politely, and walked in with his head held high.

The inside of the tavern was very dark. Standing at the door, Tang Dao could only vaguely see the figures inside.

"Dude, don't you have money to pay the electric bill?"

Boom~

There was a crisp sound, and then the whole bar was brightly lit, and everything inside could be seen clearly.

Both sides were full of people.

They were all malicious people, armed with weapons, and some even put their finger on the trigger.

Tang Dao also saw a child in it, trying hard to pretend to be fierce.

In this scene, the original Hongmen Banquet should be nothing more than this.

"It's a strange welcome."

Tang Dao could feel the nervousness of the bodyguards around him, but instead he spoke calmly with a smile.

bang bang~

The crisp applause sounded, attracting attention naturally.

I saw someone leaning out on the second floor, leaning on the railing, applauding, and praised, "Mr. Tang's courage is really great, I admire it very much."

"General Ruan?" Tang Dao asked with a smile.

"No no, General Ruan is a little busy right now, he asked me to entertain you first." The man waved his hand and said very calmly.

"This style is a bit big."

Tang Dao pressed his temple with the thumb of his right hand, "You guys make me very sad."

"Oh? Is there something wrong with Mr. Tang? I have the best doctor in Jinsanjiao here."

"I'm just sad, why are you so cheap."

Tang Dao paused, and spit out the gum he was chewing a few mouthfuls to the side, and it stuck to the face of a person near the door.

"I am very unhappy!"

Tang Dao narrowed his gaze, and said in a cold tone.

As soon as the voice fell, two bodyguards standing on the left and right sides took out a micro punch with their backhands and shot directly!

One shoots the top and the other shoots the bottom.

chug chug!

Tang Dao tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and blew his eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was very calm.

Those people never thought that Tang Dao would dare to do it!

This is the territory of himself and others. Thirty or forty people present here have weapons, but he just made a move.

Bodyguards are like killing machines, with dark glasses.

These are all injected with genetic modification fluid, and the neural response speed is twice that of ordinary people, that is to say, your brain is still in a daze, but his brain has already given instructions.

Everyone fired about 3 magazines before stopping.

Roofs, windows, tables were smashed, and the ravenous setting sun shone in through the holes.

"Don't...don't kill me!"

Under the table there was a lucky one, lying on his stomach with his head in his arms, shaking his body and shouting.

This is the gangster?

TMD, you can only bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Where is Ruan Jing?"

Tang Dao walked over, raised his foot, stepped on the opponent's head, and asked condescendingly.

"In...in the commander's mansion, right in the street."

"Can you take me there?"

"Yes... yes."

Tang Dao nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, I like such an obedient person like you."

"Cough cough cough..."

Just at this moment, a weak cough interrupted Tang Dao.

I saw the officer who was standing on the second floor talking to him just now fell to the ground in embarrassment and wanted to stand up.

"You interrupted me, and it was impolite, sir."

"I..." The other party's courage was frightened.

In fact, Commander Ruan really has customers. Most importantly, he also wants to take care of this "rich man". He has already interfered too much in the underground business in South America, which made it impossible for them to export a lot of goods.

They just want to make someone in Tang "reasonable".

But you shoot when you **** disagree!

Is it so violent?

Who are the gangsters?

"I can't understand the words, what are you doing here?" Tang Dao shook his head, moved his hand, and a short blade appeared in his hand, piercing straight towards his chin!

Almost half of the face was pierced.

"Uh uh uh…"

The opponent clutched his neck, stared wide-eyed, and fell down.

"Yes, let the logistics department prepare more light daggers of this kind." Tang Dao was very satisfied with the weapon in his hand.

"Come on, let's ask Commander Ruan why he doesn't give me face so much, let everyone come in, I'm afraid he won't be so obedient."

The bodyguard standing behind nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ raised his right hand, there was a small screen on it, and he clicked on it a few times.

And at this time, in a villa in Vientiane City, the nearest city.

"The location is sent! Act according to the plan."

"The air channel has been applied for, everyone boards the plane!"

A team of about 20 armed men ran to the open space, where four armed helicopters were already waiting.

At the same time, on the sea level thousands of miles away, a huge figure slowly rose up.

"Position! Lock! All personnel are in position!"

This is obviously a submarine. Of course, what kind of missiles he carries depends on the boss's order.

But certainly not weapons of mass destruction, what are you kidding, we are tourist submarines.

Missiles are only defensive.

…

These, the outside world is ignorant.

And in the headquarters in Old Monkey Street.

General Nguyen, who looked to be in his fifties, was laughing.

"Mr. Bull, I'm looking for you, of course I have something good for you."

"I know you've been looking for things full of strange things all over the world, and I just found one recently."

"?? What is it?" The **** sitting opposite him spoke fluent Chinese.

Ruan Jing is half of the blood in southern Yunnan.

Hearing the other party's inquiry, he pretended to be mysterious, and glanced at Ma Zai, and the other party spread a blueprint in front of him.

"That's it? You're not going to let me see a painting, are you, General?"

"Of course not... This is an antique I found, a spaceship!"

"Spaceship? Is this also an antique? You can see it every day at the launch center."

"I saw Atlantis up there!"

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