On Conway Street, an Audi police car was swimming slowly, and the football national derby was played on the radio. The commentator was very excited, "Bestado, the pendulum is extraordinary, he passed the goalkeeper! He went in... shot!! OMG, my God, the goal post saved Warsaw Legia, this, this is not in?"

"Bang! Doudu!"

Accompanied by the commentator's disbelief, the police car suddenly sounded a loud horn, which was very harsh and annoying. At least the pedestrians on the street stared at him with an unhappy look. If it weren't for the other party's car body that said: "police", they could kick the car door if they went up.

"Hey, Seth is quiet." Smith, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took off the big brim hat on his face and frowned and said to the black man driving.

"My 10 zloty, Fake, is soaked again." Seth, who had a third-level police officer hanging, cursed, rolled the lottery in his hand into a ball, pressed the window, threw it out, and raised his fist fiercely, "That damn Bestado, if I meet him, I will break his legs, and I can score even with my butt."

Smith glanced at this guy. He only had 1,200 zloty per month, and at least 600 spent on lottery tickets.

Sure enough, there was such a fool who fattened up a group of people.

After Seth scolded him for being tired, he stepped on the clutch and his right hand was gearing up. Just as he was about to start, a figure rushed out of the alley next to him and hit the right hood of the car. This made Smith and the other two confused. They looked at each other, took off their seat belts and got out of the car. As soon as Seth was about to speak, the man grabbed his calf, snot and tears, pointed at the alley backwards, trembling, "Kill... kill someone!"

Smith and the others were shocked, and they even took out their CZ75 pistols and chased them into the alley.

At first glance, I saw Persman lying on the ground lying on the ground.

"Call an ambulance." Smith half-squatted and looked at the situation, and said to Seth.

The latter quickly pulled out the caller he carried with him and asked for support from the headquarters.

Smith frowned and stuck his waist. Suddenly he looked up and saw a figure flashing over. He hurriedly chased after him, but it was obviously empty, and there was no fart except for the garbage on the ground.

"Why? It looks a little familiar?"

...

Click, click.

The door lock slot sounded twice, and the door was pushed in from the outside to the inside. Tang Dao threw the coat on the bed, took out the cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. After lit it, he took a deep sip, his eyes were nervous.

With his ruthlessness, he had no idea whether Persman died or not, and caused serious injuries. It was also a serious crime in Poland and may have to be imprisoned for life. Most importantly, he was not sure whether Smith discovered him just now.

Tang Dao doesn’t want to go to jail, nor can he go to jail!

Warsaw can't stay anymore.

But where can't you stay? He frowned and said nothing, and a thunder flashed through his mind.

It's 1991 now...

If the situation is the most unpredictable, it must be the Soviet Union's Russians.

At this time, it should be terminally ill. It won’t take long before the empire will be divided and covered with maggots.

Of course, this is not what Tang Dao should care about. What he cares about is whether he can get wool from the woolly. I remember that the Times published an article in the last life, which roughly counted the loss of hundreds of thousands of rifles, including advanced weapons and ammunition, during the turmoil, which fattened up a group of international arms dealers.

[First-level main mission: Get the wool! Get the source of goods from the Soviets, sell and reward. Guns and weapons design drawings, five special combat employees (squad), random rewards will be drawn once, failure, death!]

[Side Mission: Find the resident, as an arms dealer, you need to find your own chassis, rewards, and random.]

[Side Mission: Create a reputation. Good fame is a must-have money tree for merchants. You must make yourself famous. Rewards and an arms bid ticket (random country).]

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This task suddenly suppressed Tang Dao's original swaying heart and sighed softly. Now it seems that he is really going to run away. He stands up with his knees and presses the cigarette butt into the ashtray made of plastic bottles. The index finger is still stained with ash. The most difficult thing now is that he has no money in his pocket and his whole house is only $600, and the train ticket is not enough.

"Do you have any channels to get the money the fastest?" Tang Dao turned his head and looked at Osborne and Robert for inquiries.

"Make money?" Osborn, who was originally leaning lazily against the wall, lit his eyes, stood up straight, and lowered his voice, "Bank robbery, the risk is low, money is fast. When I came back, I saw a bull bank business hall on the road. Boss, are we going to do it?"

“Stop.”

Tang Dao hurriedly reached out and made a stop gesture, with a dark face, "Do you think we can fight PSK? Or do you think the bullet will have eyes? I'm afraid we will go to the news tomorrow, Mr. Osborne."

The last two words were almost said with gritted teeth. It was obvious that Tang Dao was very dissatisfied with this stupid answer.

You should know that Warsaw is stationed in the First Assault Regiment (PSK), an elite force under the Polish Special Forces Command. It is also established, equipped with NATO-based weapons, has strong air support capabilities, and is also well-known in Europe.

Tang Dao doesn't want to provoke the war machine before he doesn't have enough power.

Only those who know themselves can live longer.

Osborn was very rebellious at heart. When he heard Tang Dao say this, he curled his lips disdainfully, and turned his head with his hands in his arms.

"Boss, I think if the amount of money is not very large, I can sell the house." Robert shrugged, and didn't know when he took a newspaper in his right hand, half-rolled it, signaling, "There is a phone number from the real estate agent."

Sell ​​a house?

Tang Dao's instinctive resistance, after all, it carries the memories of the three generations of the Tang family, so rationally tells him that this is the best way at present. Take a deep breath, take the newspaper, and bold it with a black pen: Grent's real estate agent, and then put the number in it, pick up the phone on the bedside table and dial it.

"Hello, hello, this is Grent's real estate agent. What can I do to help you?" a heavy and dull male voice across the street said politely.

After Tang Dao glanced at Robert and others, he pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and walked to the balcony to talk to him.

"How much can this broken house be sold for? The boss is so timid," Osborne began to mutter now, but Robert just held his hands calmly and yelled, "You have to tell the boss that I'm just a job."

Osborne suddenly got stuck in his throat in one breath, and his beard became so angry that it became widespread.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Tang Dao opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked back, saying, "The agent will come in the afternoon. Now I have two things to hand over to you."

"Robert, go to all Chinese gathering areas in Warsaw, book 200 boxes of Erguotou, leave their phone number, I will contact them to deliver goods, and then go to the garbage dump to ask for glass bottles."

"What if they want a deposit?" Robert asked with a frown.

"Then you just change your family, there will always be some people who will make a comeback for the money."

Tang Dao raised his chin, Robert nodded to show that he understood that Tang Dao was very satisfied with the latter's attitude, then turned to look at Osborne, frowned, and looked up and down a few times. This made the British nervous, and couldn't help but stand up and straighten.

"I remember there are several chemical factories invested by Germans in the Vistula River. You buy some industrial alcohol and industrial alkaloids. The market price is 2 cents a pound." Tang Dao counted out three Franklins from his pocket, and added another one after another, handed over and said, "For the extra $100, you and Robert go out to eat something good."

Osborn rubbed his hands, took it without hesitation, stuffed it into his pocket, and asked curiously, "Boss, what are you planning to do?"

"You will know then." Tang Dao didn't want to say much, so he waved his hand and asked them to do things quickly. After the two looked at each other, they had to go out with curiosity.

Tang Dao actually wants to maximize his interests.

If the house is sold and there is no money to get, the money will go to the Soviet Union to buy weapons? He may not be ridiculed to death. So he came up with a bad idea, buy some Erguotou, add some industrial alcohol or industrial hot alkali, and then use these to exchange for greater benefits.

As for the strong alkali, will it die if it dies... the old Russians can drink refrigerant as alcohol, but I haven't heard of how many people die.

The Russians' demand for spirits is even higher than that of the Haihun Shirt.

I have to say that this is a magical country.

Tang Dao shook his head and went to the refrigerator to put some leftovers and prepare to cushion it.

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"$100? I found that the boss is actually quite generous, Robert."

As soon as he left the door, Osborne took out the money and flicked it gently. The US dollar made a clean and crisp sound, but his laughter was like a duck, and Robert looked indifferent.

The two walked out of the corridor side by side, their steps slowed down and their faces tightened. They saw a policeman walking towards them, and it was Smith.

Smith, out of professional intuition, thinks that these two guys don’t look like good people.

The three people passed by, and suddenly, Smith spoke, "Stop."

Osborn and the other two stopped and turned slowly, "Is there anything wrong? Mr. Police."

"You live here?" Smith asked, pointing to the building.

"What's the matter with our friends living here? Do the Warsaw police still have to restrict personal freedom?" Osborne sarcastically shaking his feet.

Smith frowned and took a step back, not because he was afraid, but because the other person's mouth was really smelly.

"I just remind you that Conway Street is not very safe recently, be careful."

Osborne's mouth can choke people to death. "No place will be more unsafe than the Warsaw police station, I think so, Bonnie Cavill."

Smith's face turned green all of a sudden.

Bonnie Cavill is a female worker at a construction site in Warsaw, but was accused of illegal XX and controlled by the Warsaw police. However, the next day, she was taken to the hospital and died. The doctor found seven male policemen's DNA in her body...

This incident was in full swing in Eastern Europe and Europe.

Female organization members sit in a silent protest.

At that time, Smith was working in the house and was one of the witnesses. For him, it was a shame for his life. Now that he was lifted up, this good-looking man had a little urge to turn the table over.

"Sorry, sir, lunch time is up. I have to go to dinner with my friend. Bye." Osborne raised his hand, but there was no watch on it. The disgusting false smile on his face pulled Robert and turned away.

Smith took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. If it weren't for some urgent matter now, he would have taken this arrogant guy back for a while. Finally, he took a deep look and walked up to the familiar corridor, walked to the second floor, raised his hand, put it down, tidied up his police uniform, rubbed his face, relaxed his facial muscles, and knocked on the door after forgetting his unhappiness just now.

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Chapter completed!