Yuri is very busy. Arms dealers are a hard job, especially small businessmen like Yuri, who can only run around to earn some hard money. Those giants also have to run around and fly around in the sky every day. Wherever there is turmoil, They appear wherever they are, just like the political strategists during the Warring States Period, solving problems for vulgar meat-eaters. Of course, there are word games like "Six Hundred Miles" and "Six Miles" in Shang Yu Land, but generally speaking, most people still follow the rules. .Because I don’t follow the rules, I won’t be able to work in this industry for long.
Yuri is a wonderful man. He sells Israeli Uzi guns to Arabs and Soviet bullets to fascists. However, he doesn’t sell weapons to Ben very much, not because of moral issues, but because of his Checks keep bouncing.
Such a person would naturally not let go of any opportunity. Tom was a "curious item" in his eyes and a "liveable" person. However, after the two met at the end of July, they actually broke off contact. Until September One day at the beginning of the month, Yuri received a letter from his little friend Tom, but the place where he received the letter was a bit strange, on the high seas.
The waves were rough, and a cargo ship was bumping up and down with the waves. The cargo ship itself was rusty and looked old. Maybe the ship itself was older than everyone on board. Yuri was on this ship, and he also took his All net worth.
Five nautical miles to the right of the ship, a small speedboat was plowing through the waves. There were several heavily armed men sitting on the speedboat. The man standing at the bow had a short haircut, a pair of sunglasses, and put one foot on the The boat eaves, not caring about the cold water hitting his face.
"Damn! What are you talking about? What does leaking information mean? Explain to me what leaking information means! You want me to get rid of them? Use a cargo ship to get rid of the speedboat?" Yuri stood in the captain's cabin, holding a hand in his hand. He was shouting curses on a satellite phone, without any of the elegance and calmness he had in London before. No wonder any arms dealer would lose his temper if he knew that all his belongings were being targeted by ICPO.
Yuri hung up the phone, immediately dialed another number, and asked for the name of a ship with the same tonnage as the freighter at his feet. Then, he ordered his employees to spray-paint the name on the bow of the ship to change it, and by the way, the name on the ship was changed. The flag hanging was also changed.
On the small boat. "Sir, the name of the ship ahead is the Kono, not the Christo we are looking for. There is no problem with this ship."
"This ship doesn't look like there's nothing wrong with it." The burly man is ICPO's squad leader Jack. He stared at the rusty hull for a while, "I want to board the ship for inspection."
What was a bit beyond Jack's expectation was that the "Corno" stopped obediently and asked them to board the ship for inspection. But they still did not dare to take it lightly. After all, the other party might be a vicious arms dealer! But things were exactly as they thought. It was different. This was an ordinary cargo ship. Jack opened a container very dedicatedly and found that it was filled with potatoes. The potatoes were exposed to the hot tropical sun and gave off an extremely unpleasant smell.
However, this did not dispel Jack's suspicion. He originally wanted to continue the inspection, but his subordinates came to report that traces of the Christo had been found in the north - this was the role of the intelligence personnel Yuri had bribed before. So Jack immediately He was about to get off the boat. He looked back and suddenly saw a white pigeon squatting on the window sill of the captain's cabin. In his impression, pigeons were all fat lazy people living in the square, and the sea belonged to the wind, horse and cow. Two unrelated things, seeing pigeons here gave him a strange feeling in his heart. But he did not stop, but instead quickened his pace. He had more important things to do.
Yuri watched the speedboat gradually go away, holding a letter in his hand. A white pigeon was pecking at the bread on his table. The letter showed him a magnificent magical world: flying broomsticks, thousands of
Ghosts that have not faded over the years, houses born out of thin air, moving portraits and stairs...
Yuri was a little envious, envious that the child could live in the legendary magical world, but feeling the salty sea breeze and estimating the profits in the warehouse behind him, he was not that interested in the magical world anymore. Yuri sometimes also
He was thinking about why Tom was willing to tell him these things. A submachine gun was not worth the price. He was not trying to get into trouble. For him, as long as the two of them could use each other, it would be fine.
His eyes turned to the pigeon that was eating happily, and he understood that his connection with the magical world was entirely tied to this pigeon. His eyes softened and he poured another glass of water for the pigeon.
"Get me that glass of pumpkin juice, thank you."
Tom ordered a pot of ice-cold pumpkin juice from his roommate Stephen Comfort and poured it into his own goblet. On the gold plate in front of him, there was already a rib-eye steak, a roasted lamb rib, and a roasted chicken leg.
, a large spoonful of stew and two pieces of buttered bread. In addition to these, there are also some sausages, bacon and the like.
Not to mention anything else, the food at Hogwarts is really great, and it’s all free, which is a paradise for foodies. Of course, the taste may be more British, and many people may not be used to it, but you can definitely go there
Go into the kitchen and teach the enthusiastic house elves the recipes, and I believe you will be able to see the meal you want on the table soon.
Tom stuffed the cold pumpkin juice and juicy beef into his mouth. He estimated that Yuri might receive his letter at noon today. He hoped to establish a relationship with the arms dealer.
This Christmas, an earth-shattering event is about to happen. At that time, the future of arms dealers will be extremely bright. It is not a bad thing to know one in advance.
"It's a pity that you didn't come this afternoon." The roommates gathered together to discuss the board games they played in the afternoon. Tom swallowed the beef slowly, and then said to them: "It's nothing.
I also have a new game here, which is more brain-burning and exciting than the Eastern Front you play."
This sentence attracted the attention of his roommates. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Tom briefly explained to them the rules of werewolf killing - of course, the simplest roles: hunter, female, hunter, and guard.
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"Prophet, witch, hunter, guard...sounds quite interesting." Stephen Comfort nodded thoughtfully. He was keenly aware that this game seemed to be very brain-burning - it was really great.
Yes, he likes brain-burning games the most.
"This game requires at least 6 people, and we happen to have 6. Let's go back and try it tonight? Two gods, two people, two wolves." Tom made a suggestion that made the roommates excited.