This money can make the devil push the grinding, and it can also make the grinding the grinding the grinding.

After giving the young man $200, the other party went to call. He hurried in the corner. Even if the distance was a little far, he could hear the impatient voice coming from the other end.

But I don’t know what the young man said, and the other person mumbled and seemed very unhappy, but he still came over. The young man was uneasy and walked over with a reluctant smile, "Sir, our boss will arrive soon."

The man in the windbreaker nodded and drank alone.

Seeing that he had no interest in talking and did not disturb him, the young man sat in front of the bar. After about ten minutes, the glass door was pushed open from outside. It was unexpected that the glass was not broken.

A strong man came in with a baseball bat and said fiercely to the young man, "Where is that troublemaker! I want to hit his head into his butt."

The young man was very embarrassed. In order to get the boss to come, he told a little lie and said that someone was causing trouble. When the boss heard this, it was a big deal. He came with a baseball bat. Now the people who were marching robbed part-time.

Only this little property of his own must not be sweared by others. When the boss saw the young man standing with awkward face, he immediately understood that he was not stupid, and he slapped the bar on the bar and started cursing all over his mouth. His mouth was so open that he could eat people.

"Boss, it's that gentleman who is looking for you." The young man pointed weakly at the man in the windbreaker sitting by the window.

"Huh?" The boss turned his head with a ferocious brow and stared at him maliciously. The man in the windbreaker took the two taels of vodka and turned his head. When he saw that face, the boss looked shocked, but then he was not happy, but was very silent and quiet.

"Jesus, go home and rest today."

The boss said in a deep voice, and the young man was stunned. He looked at the man in the windbreaker and whispered, "Boss, do you want to help?"

"Get back." The boss said with a glaring look.

The young man took off his work clothes in disappointment and walked out of the cafe, he stared at the man in the windbreaker with a fierce look, trying to warn the other party, but the latter did not take him seriously at all.

"Curtisff, come and sit." The man in the windbreaker spoke, his voice was loud and full of energy, and he pointed to the seat in front of him and said.

The boss frowned and said, "You don't need to teach me my place." Even though he said that, he walked over and sat opposite him, took out his cigarette from his pocket, and ignored the other party and smoked it on his own.

The man in the windbreaker didn't care, "You are still so petty."

"Hmph." The boss used this to express his mood, hugged his arm, glanced at him, "What are you looking for me? Could you just come to visit me?"

The man in the windbreaker calmed down and nodded, "I have a business worth 200,000 US dollars, do you want to do it?"

200,000…USD?!

The boss Curtisff's smoking hand shook, and then the light shone deep in his eyes, but it quickly faded, "I'm not doing this anymore, you can find someone else."

"I know you are short of money. This order is enough for you to live for a long time. The money cannot be retired." 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 a moment of silence, Curtisf still obeyed his true intentions. He needed money, a lot of money.

The man in the windbreaker took out a black plastic bag from his inner pocket, put it squarely, and placed it on the table. "There is US$30,000 in it, which is considered a deposit. If you get the things, you will give the remaining money to you."

Curtisff took the money without hesitation. Since he had decided to do this, he had to pay for it. He knew that the other party now provided information for an "international organization" and had a rich source of income, so he didn't have to be polite to him.

"What do you want?" Curtisff asked.

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

Curtisf was stunned, but then his face suddenly changed. Of course, he was not the loyal Dudaev party, but he smelled something was wrong from this. Someone wanted to mess with Chechnya!

"Tell me, who wants news?" Curtisff said, staring at his old friend.

"You don't have to worry about this. I'm just for this order. There are other people. You can't control it here." The man in the windbreaker said, "There is no need to think about telling Dudaev. Isn't anyone around him betray him for money?" He said, standing up and pressing his business card on the table. "When the time comes, someone will come to get it."

After he finished speaking, he took the hat back and left the cafe. He waved his hand to the stray dog ​​outside with a leisurely and elegant look. The other party ran further away with his tail between his legs.

"Ha, timid dog." The man in the windbreaker laughed, turned around and left.

Curtisff watched the other person walking away by the window, holding his hands, frowning tightly.

Finally, he sighed. The storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. In this general trend, the Chechens were like small sailboats in the sea, and they could capsize at any time. He was not a Chechen, but he was also not a Russian. He was an Alan.

This made him escape the cleaning, but his friends had Russians. Curtisf felt a little uncomfortable when he watched them being driven out of the house, but he could not do anything about it.

"The world is always changing, and this year, it's just Chechnya's turn."

...

The intelligence organizations under the name of Savior Company are very relaxed and not as rigorous as the four major organizations. In addition to having their own internal personnel, they also like to use money to buy intelligence. After all, those wild dogs wandering in the dark also like to feed them occasionally.

They learned through their own channels where there is a business, which is risk of exposure, but what if it is exposed? It’s not that the savior company came forward, he moved several floors down, and the boss changed it, and the millions of dollars were spent. What Dudaev was doing every night can be summarized.

The biggest common point between businessmen and state organizations is actually to pursue interests, but the former is just more straightforward. Is the latter just very clean?

Anyone is quite the richest man in the world, and any country is quite the overlord of the world. I think about the chicken with feet, John Cow, Gaul Chicken, Hans Tiger, and of course, rabbits have thought about it. After all, I have been the boss for thousands of years, I will develop peacefully. Who can believe it?

It’s just that the war mode has become less of the artillery, and the land area does not seem so important, but its influence. Otherwise, why would Eagle Jiang make a rabbit on the Galaxy?

Of course, these have nothing to do with Tang Dao and have nothing to do with the Savior Company. They are now operating with all their might, for their own benefit.

Like the Savior Company, who eats one end and the other, and does not let go of it, it is typical that you can sell anything for the sake of profit. Before, he was still close to Dudaev, and in a blink of an eye, the customers sold it.

This reputation must be unpleasant, but what reputation do arms dealers want?

Tang Dao doesn't care about this, nor does the shareholders behind it.

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

It's all us.
Chapter completed!