Oliveira's originally fragile psychological defense collapsed completely in front of the powerful Pugachev.
At first, even though he was stammering and trying to explain something, the expression on his face and body movements completely betrayed his inner world.
Of course, Oliveira's little tricks couldn't escape Pugachev, the old fox. Pugachev looked at him with a smile, and suddenly took out his gun from his waist, and the black muzzle suddenly pointed at him.
Aiming at Oliveira's temple.
"Mr. Oliveira, I'll give you another chance to explain again. If your explanation is different from what I know, then don't blame the bullets in my gun for being ruthless."
"I, I..." Oliveira was so frightened by Pugachev's threat that she almost peed her pants.
"Say it, don't be afraid, I guarantee you'll be fine." Pugachev said as he put the pistol back.
"I, I'm going to cheat Metshaw out of money with Short." Oliveira said this while her body was trembling.
When Pugachev heard this, his eyes widened. He defrauded Metshaw of his money?
This is how the same thing?
Soon, Oliveira revealed everything, which made Pugachev quite understand the inside story.
He did not expect that Metshaw could actually raise so much money from Europe by relying on his personal ability, and he did not expect that at the critical moment, Oliveira, a liar, would still want to swindle money from Metshaw.
"Your deception is very low-level, and you only got so little." Pugachev said with a ferocious face.
"We thought about cheating the last sum and then ran away." Oliveira collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.
"In this way, I will arrange a game for you, but you must let Metshaw go to the scene. Then I will share with you part of the money I defrauded, and at the same time I will let you leave Nyar. As for where you want to go, that's
Your freedom." After finishing speaking, Pugachev helped Oliveira up and said, "How can we only have fighter jets? What about bombers and armored vehicles?"
Oliveira's body trembled like chaff for a few times, then nodded, "Okay, boss."
"I believe in you, you are an excellent drama actor, Mr. Oliveira." Pugachev said with a meaningful expression.
…
Under Pugachev's threat, Oliveira had no choice but to bite the bullet and find Metshaw again.
He said that he could also buy bombers, armored vehicles and so on.
Unexpectedly, Metshaw shook his head, "Old man, I know that the weapon systems are all equipped with supporting equipment, but my current first step is just to establish a foothold in Parma, so the fighter jet is actually just a
It’s just a deterrent.”
Oliveira shook his head and seemed to disagree with Metshaw's statement: "Old man, your thinking is a bit too conservative. Although the overall strength of our army is not as good as that of Doponbe and Fred, we are better in quality.
As long as the top and bottom work together, I think there will be absolutely no problem with the will to fight. Just like when you took over the Youth Army last year, you were invincible and many people gave you the nickname 'God of War'.
"
What Oliveira said was quite plain, but it was this plain expression that made Metshaw very helpful after listening to it. Thinking about what Oliveira said carefully, it seems that he also
Logically speaking, their fighting will is definitely higher than that of Dobombe’s National Defense Force. According to the Filipinos’ logic of fighting, once defeated, it is very likely to turn the gun around and change from an enemy to a cooperative partner. It is not impossible.
His ideas seem to be too conservative, so conservative that it will take at least a long time for him to complete his career.
On the other hand, Oliveira, a close comrade-in-arms, is really an out-and-out iron-blooded warrior. His thinking and vision are better than mine, and he sees problems very accurately.
"Okay then, just do as you say."
"I think we can go and have a look based on actual needs. It is said that there are also high-end goods." Seeing that Metshaw was fooled again, Oliveira decisively proposed to go to the site to dispel Metshaw's doubts.
However, Metshaw trusted him quite a bit. He said that he still had many things to deal with, so he hoped that Oliveira would be the plenipotentiary representative to go purchase, and he would just make a phone call.
Oliveira was overjoyed again, not expecting Metshaw to trust him so much.
Three days later, Oliveira had a video call with Metshaw. Through the video call, Metshaw saw the rows of weapons behind Oliveira.
"Buy it," Metshaw said without hesitation.
This time, a purchase contract of US$40 million was directly signed, and as required, Metshaw transferred US$16 million to the designated account within half a day.
After receiving the 16 million US dollars, Pugachev's face was bright and he waved to Oliveira.
Oliveira immediately trotted over.
"Mr. Oliveira, you have completed your mission very well. Now that you have reached this point, your mission will be over. I will send you away." Pugachev had a kind expression on his face, but little did he know that in
Under his kind expression, his murderous intent was already full and he was just waiting for the last moment.
Oliveira also knew that he had defrauded Metshaw of more than 10 million this time. In the face of money, even the most trusted people would be separated by this, so his use value had come to an end. Now it was time for him to deal with it.
It's time to say goodbye to this big drama.
"Thank you." Oliveira said with gratitude.
Pugachev nodded, but he did not speak, because his nodding was a signal to take action.
Suddenly, Oliveira felt a sharp pain in his waist. Before he even screamed, he felt a strong smell of blood rushing straight into his mouth. In an instant, his neck gushed out.
The blood formed a beautiful "blood belt" in the air.
Oliveira's body struggled a few times on the ground like a reflex, then became motionless.
Pugachev waved his hand expressionlessly and motioned for his men to carry him away.
Pugachev pocketed the sixteen million dollars alone, and no one knew about it, including Dopombe and Artyom.
…
Metshaw suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation after he suddenly found that Oliveira's phone number could not be reached. He quickly called his friend who worked in the bank and checked the account number. Sixteen million US dollars were already there.
It has been transferred and the current balance on the account is zero.
Metshaw seemed a little unwilling to give in. He made several more calls in succession, but all he got were cold prompts, "Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off his phone."
As a last resort, Metshaw quickly called Short.
Short was actually very strange, so he kept checking whether there was any money coming in from his account. Until he received a call from Metshaw, Short also became acutely aware that Oliveira, the bastard, had put him