As if he thought he had frightened Sorge, the fat man stood up and walked to Sorge, bent his bucket-shaped waist and gently put his hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, brother, my partner's... family has a small relationship with the Inquisition. He has now encountered a difficult competitor. He has been struggling for several years. This is a critical period in the struggle between the two parties. He
I want to get rid of the opponent once and for all, but the opponent's lair is very strong, and repeated attacks have failed."
Sorge didn't say anything, just took small sips of his cigar.
When the fat man saw this, he immediately followed.
"As for the price, let me tell you this, as long as we can get it, we can provide double the quantity of the three-color gradient crystal gravel you were looking for!"
"oh?"
Sorge raised his head slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he did not agree immediately, but said with a smile:
"Okay, then I'll go back and ask around. After all, this thing is really sensitive... I'll reply to my brother within a month, how about it?"
"No problem, I'm waiting for good news from you, brother... By the way, there have been rumors recently. Did you know, brother? Someone seems to be trying to punish you?"
Sorge sneered and put out the remaining cigar.
"There are many people who want to trouble me, and there are probably two of them."
The fat man immediately gave a thumbs up and praised:
"Okay! Heroes come from young. I have such courage at a young age. In the future, this brother of the Maelstrom will definitely be the overlord of the party. I will have to take more care of him in the future."
"Of course, without the help of brother Yousef, I wouldn't be able to survive today. That's it, follow-up delivery will still be the same way and at the same place."
"No problem... By the way, I just got a batch of girls. The quality is good. I was originally planning to send them to the old guys at the Ministry of Interior, but one of them seems to have burped, so you just pick two that you like.
Go back? Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can’t live more than a hundred years, so why are you so tired? You have to relax when it’s time to relax.”
Sorge, who had refused in the past, did not this time.
"Thank you very much, brother."
After saying that, he smiled, put on his windbreaker, turned around and left the room.
As soon as he moved, all the bodyguards also moved. When Sorge arrived at the bottom hall, there was already a row of young, beautiful and graceful girls waiting there. Each of them was beautiful and had their own characteristics.
Sorge's acceptance of Yousef's gift this time was not because of a whim, nor because he was obsessed with sperm, but because he suddenly remembered that he really needed one or two women recently.
Soon, he picked two people he liked and brought them to the car. As for whether these two people had been tampered with in any way, Sorge had his own way of identifying them.
The convoy set off again. Although there were two beauties sitting on the left and right, Sorge remained silent. He was thinking about what Yousef said about someone trying to fix him.
What might the other party be hinting at?
If it was just an ordinary competitor, with Yousef's energy, he wouldn't care at all, let alone say it out loud, it could only mean that he found it a difficult opponent and didn't even want to offend him.
In this galaxy, the only people who can make Yousef so afraid are that group of people——
"Will thirty silver coins be enough...?"
The only ones Sorge could think of at the moment were them. They had approached him before, asking for cooperation and even sharing "channels".
Obviously, they are quite jealous of Sorge's weapons and electronic product smuggling chain, and they must judge based on past experience that as long as they find Sorge's previous family, they can squeeze him out with a slight increase in price.
However, how could Zorg tell the other party that his superior was actually a certain Astartes battle group in the empire?
The negotiations naturally broke up unhappily, so with the style of the Thirty Silver Coins Club, and the fact that Sorge didn't seem to have a big backer, it was logical that they chose to take action.
boom------
Suddenly, a violent explosion interrupted Sorge's thoughts, and then the vehicle suddenly stopped, and the girls around him screamed at the same time.
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He immediately realized that the opponent's attack was coming, and even though he changed his route, the opponent still found him.
Or maybe his brother Yousef has betrayed him?
But then he denied the idea. There was no need for Yousef to do this, because he could still make profits by cooperating with him. If he cooperated with the Thirty Silver Coin Society, his profits would be minimized.
Soon, fierce gunfire sounded outside the car. Dag then bent down and came to the back of the hover car and said to Sorge:
"Boss, the enemy is attacking, and the opponent also has air vehicles. My suggestion is to turn around -"
"It's useless. Since they chose this location, they will only encounter more enemies if they turn back. Rush out!"
Sorge made a calm judgment.
But suddenly, he noticed something. As a former servant of Khayon, although Sorge had no psychic power, he had some weak sensing abilities.
"Walk!"
With a loud shout, Sorge pushed aside the screaming beauty beside him, opened the car door and rushed out, while the other five people in the car also jumped out of the hover car from different positions at an almost instinctive speed.
The next second, there was only a bang, and a ball of fire suddenly rose from below the hovering car, blowing up the car and the two girls inside.
At the same time, the huge air wave directly flew Sorge more than ten meters away. When he got up amid the ringing in his ears, Dag and others had already surrounded him.
"Boss! Are you okay?"
"No...it's okay."
Zoerge shook his head, took out a needle pistol from his gorgeous hand, and then took out a folding short knife from his belt.
When he looked at the previous position of the hover car, he found that a large pit had appeared on the ground. It was obvious that the enemy was attacking from underground.
At this time, the road was in chaos. The mercenaries were relying on armored vehicles to exchange fire with an unknown number of enemies. Both sides of the road were blocked by trucks. Behind the trucks, there was a large group of people wearing gray robes and gray pointed hoods, holding various weapons.
The killer was firing wildly, and there was a modified gunboat roaring and circling in the sky, shooting downwards.
Sorge couldn't help but sigh, in broad daylight, they dared to carry out assassinations in such a big way, and only thirty silver coins could defeat this group of people.
"Boss! We have to find a way to get out of here!"
Hiding behind an armored vehicle, Sorge looked around and then noticed the ladder on the side of the viaduct.
"Let's go down there, and call Laluque to come over immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sorge heard an unusual scream, so he turned his head and saw four or five red slender figures jumping out of the big hole that had been blasted in the ground. They were like ghosts in the convoy.
Wander around, and when you encounter bodyguards, your limbs will wave like a dance, and then the bodyguards will scream and die.
Even Sorge could see clearly that a guy used the sharp blade on his heel to instantly break open the chest of a veteran, and he could also clearly see the death mask on the other person's face - and they were all black masks, which meant that the other person was worshiping death.