Feilunan took out a cigar, trimmed it neatly with cigar scissors, lit it with a match, and took a deep breath. The spicy mist slowly spurted out from Feilunan's mouth and nose, facing the person sitting behind the desk.
Kentra said: "I don't doubt your security here, but you don't know how powerful those special forces are. I made many arrangements in the manor, but I still couldn't keep them!"
"Do you think they would be bold enough to attack my police station building?" Kentra raised his eyebrows and asked Feilunan.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
Feilunan put out the Havana cigar in his hand, which was worth thirty dollars but had only been smoked twice, in the ashtray. Then he took a satellite phone that was like a brick from Avner's hand, stood up and said: "
There is a saying that 'Be afraid of nothing, be afraid of nothing', so for the sake of safety, I feel it is necessary to contact my boss and ask him to send someone to temporarily pick me up and leave this damn ghost place."
"Of course, this is your freedom. But after you leave, our cooperation...?" Kentra shrugged indifferently. Where Feilunan wants to go, Kentra doesn't care at all. The only thing he cares about is that he and Fei Lan...
Cooperation between Lunan.
"Everything is in accordance with the old rules. And I am only leaving temporarily. When the matter is over, I will come back. All cooperation between us continues!"
After Kentra got the answer he wanted, he nodded with satisfaction, got up and left the office, leaving the space completely for Feilunan.
After Felunan signaled Avner and Scarecrow to leave the office, he used the satellite phone in his hand to dial the number of his boss, "Death Merchant" Bugir Wingert.
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NATO military base in Lusitania, where the "Merchant of Death" Bugir Wingert was imprisoned.
Although it is a place of detention, it might as well be Bujir's resort. Because he lives in a villa, not a prison at all! There are rockeries, running water, swimming pools, vegetation, and even servants and bodyguards, covering an area of several hundred.
Square meters of luxury villa!
Bugir's life is almost the same as the outside world. Here he can watch live broadcasts of games from all over the world, enjoy food flown from all over the world, and even remotely control arms transactions!
The only difference is that Feilunan's life is all under the supervision of soldiers at the military base, and armed helicopters fly over the villa from time to time.
In the splendid restaurant, Bujir was enjoying his dinner - Kobe beef just flown in from Neon Country in the afternoon.
Bugir Wingert is a typical European in his thirties, perhaps because he has one-eighth Belarusian ancestry in his body. Bugir looks fair, has neatly styled hair, and is dressed in an Italian handmade suit.
The white suit made by him makes people think that even if he stands in front of Bujir, he is a university professor, not an arms dealer with blood on his hands and making war fortune.
Sitting across from Bujier and dining with Bujier was the world-class supermodel, Catherine Lopez Serico. The face of an angel and the body of a devil are the best descriptions of Catherine.
Catherine, who was wearing light makeup, wore a champagne-colored evening dress, with long blond hair hanging casually behind her back. Catherine's clothes were very revealing, with large tracts of snow-white skin exposed to the air, and her entire back was not covered at all.
As for the huge pair of breasts on her chest, only two finger-thick silk strips on her evening gown covered the most beautiful scene.
However, facing the stunning beauty sitting opposite him, Bujier was more interested in the steak on his plate. From time to time, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the wine in the glass. The unique fruity sourness of the wine can be very good.
Stimulates the taste buds of people's tongue and enhances the deliciousness of beef to the extreme.
"Boss, your phone number." A bodyguard in black wearing sunglasses and headphones walked into the restaurant and handed a satellite phone to Bujier.
Bujier put down the knife and fork in his hand, glanced at the bodyguard very dissatisfied, and said: "Don't you know that I hate others to disturb me when I am enjoying dinner?"
"I'm sorry, boss, but this is Fernando's phone number. I have something urgent to call you." The bodyguard replied respectfully.
Fernando?! Bugil took the phone from the bodyguard's hand and walked to the side to answer the call. Not long after, Bugil returned to the dining table with a gloomy face, slammed his fist on the dining table, and dropped the wine glass.
The wine spilled on the tablecloth, "Fernando, you are a useless waste! You have so many people under your command, you can't even handle this matter, and you still want to ask me for help! What a useless waste!"
Facing the furious Boogie, the bodyguard in black stood aside in silence, not daring to speak. On the contrary, Catherine was still enjoying the steak on her plate leisurely, without any influence at all.
After shooing away the bodyguards standing nearby, Bugir picked up the satellite phone in his hand and dialed the number of the White House Office. "I am Bugir Wingert. I want to speak to Mr. President."
"Mr. President, please immediately send a special force to Rio de Janeiro to pick up my man Robert Fernando Ramirez. I will use an arms trading line in Africa as a reward for your action.
I believe that Mr. President will not refuse this easy, simple and well-rewarded task."
A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone, and soon a cooperation was reached with Bugir. From time to time, inter-tribal wars break out in Africa. Since it is a war, weapons are needed. Bugir is willing to provide the United States with a route in Africa.
The arms trading line is tantamount to giving away a gold mine.
Although Americans can also sell arms to Africa through Bugir, Bugir will earn the price difference in the middle. However, by directly providing arms trading lines through Bugir and selling arms to Africa, Americans can get the most benefits.
maximize!
Just to take Feilunan out of Rio de Janeiro, Bujir was willing to pay the price of an arms trading line. It has to be said that the merchant of death is really courageous.
Bujier put down the satellite phone in his hand, sat back at the dining table, and pinched the bridge of his nose. As for the fragrant steak on the table, it no longer had the slightest appeal to him at this time.
"Why do you bother yourself so much about a Fernando?"
Catherine, who was across the dining table, put down the knife and fork in her hand, stood up and walked to the silent Bujier. She leaned against him and exhaled like a blue breath: "He is just one of your dogs. Since it is no longer useful, just throw it away."
Well, why waste your resources for him?"
Just as Luo Hao said, Bugir has more than one spokesperson like Fei Lunan in his hands.
Bujier picked up the wine glass on the table, shook the wine in the glass and drank it in one gulp. He patted Catherine's arm and said, "It is easy to raise a dog, but it is difficult to raise an obedient dog. Use
A resource that is almost useless to me, just to save an obedient dog that is willing to be driven by me, isn’t this a very cost-effective deal?”