Piatov also wanted to struggle to threaten Chris, but his threat was obviously meaningless.

Chris walked over and hugged Piatov's shoulder and walked aside. From behind, he could see that Piatov's legs were trembling.

After letting go of Piatov, Chris took out a box of cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Piatov, and said, "Smoke."

"I don't……"

Seeing Chris' eyes glaring, Piatov shivered first, and then quickly caught the smoke.

Chris put a lighter into his mouth, Yang Yi took out a lighter, placed it in front of Chris' mouth and lit a cigarette for him, then walked to Piatov and fired.

"Thanks."

Piatov thanked him tremblingly, and then he lit a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, then vomited a smoke ring. Chris said slowly: "Piatov, my friend, of course I know that your brother-in-law is not easy to mess with, of course I know, but I don't plan to mess with your brother-in-law. I'm helping him. Do you understand? Of course, I'm also helping you, and as long as you are willing to help me, then we are friends and brothers. If you don't want to help me, then..."

Chris didn't finish speaking, but just looked at the corpse on the ground.

Piatov took a sip of cigarette, coughed twice before looking at Chris and said, "Help me and my brother-in-law?"

Chris nodded, and then he said sincerely: "Your brother-in-law's boss is Big Ivan, do you know? Then you should also know that Big Ivan is going to war with Mr. Djokovic. Marthal, do you know?"

After hesitating for a while, Piatov finally said, "I know."

"Very good, since you know this, do you understand that Big Ivan is over and he is dead! Your brother-in-law's boss is dead and Mr. Mathel wins. What will happen to your brother-in-law in this case? Hum? Tell me, what will happen to him?"

"Diet? No, you are the men of Djokovic...Mr.Mather?"

Chris shook his head repeatedly and smiled, "No, none of us are. Let me tell you frankly, I am Jefferson, Grimur Jefferson, I have met your brother-in-law, I want to buy some arms from him, but he refused. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Chris said with regret: "Your brother-in-law is a very loyal person. He is loyal to Big Ivan, just like your loyalty to your brother-in-law. But my brother, now the situation has changed, Big Ivan is dead. Your brother-in-law will continue to work hard for him and will only die with you, and will also implicate your sister and die with you. Do you understand this simple truth, right?"

Piatov said in amazement: "Ivan is dead?"

"you do not know?"

"I don't know, I mean, how is this possible!"

"How is this impossible! The Americans took action to kill Ivan, and Djokovic and Mathel came to grab Ivan's territory. Who in the arms business knows that Ivanvic had long died, otherwise how dare I come in German? If Djokovic didn't dare to come, how dare I come here?"

After answering Piatov with confidence in a rhetorical tone, Chris shook his head and said, "My man, Ivan is dead. If he is not dead, how can he tolerate Djokovic? Mathel's people have been snatching territory unscrupulously in Ukraine. How dare I find your brother-in-law to buy arms and invite you here."

Piatov was speechless, and then Chris continued: "Man, believe it or not and listen to the plans that will make you rich."

"Uh, you said."

"Great Ivan is dead, your brother-in-law has only two choices. Either surrender to Djokovic to save his life, but he will definitely lose his current status from now on. Or your brother-in-law continues to be loyal to Djokovic until he is buried with him. There is no third way. For example, your brother-in-law takes over Djokovic's business by himself, it is impossible, because Djokovic will not tolerate it. Do you think I'm right?"

Piatov hesitated for a while, and then he whispered: "You keep talking."

"Okay, if Djokovic takes over the inventory in your brother-in-law's hands, that's for sure. Then what can your brother-in-law be left? He can't get anything. If Djokovic kills your brother-in-law, there's nothing to say, but if we can take out some things in the warehouse and turn them into cash and hand them to your hands, what do you think will happen?"

Piatov said in great confusion: "But my brother-in-law, my brother-in-law...he would not agree to me."

"So I won't let your brother-in-law know, man, your brother-in-law is indeed very loyal. I admire this very much, but it is precisely because of his loyalty that you will die. Your brother-in-law is a very stubborn person. He knows that things cannot be restored but you are different. I know you are a smart man, man."

Chris said with a serious look: "If you want to save your brother-in-law, you should cooperate with me. We will take out part of the goods in the warehouse and I will give you cash. You take this money. If the matter is really irreversible, you can still recover some losses for your brother-in-law, right? Anyway, the arms will fall into Djokovic. Why don't you sell them while you still have the opportunity to sell them and take the money in your own hands? Djokovic doesn't know what's in the warehouse. He is already very happy to have the territory. How can he care about some of the disappearing arms? Do you think that's the case?"

"But, if my brother-in-law finds out..."

"Then don't let him discover it, and don't let him know. Man, I'm not asking you to betray your brother-in-law, I'm asking you to save him. When you find something is wrong, you should run away. You can take out a lot of money to tell him, brother-in-law, we have money, and we can spend the second half of our lives comfortably no matter where we go. Think about how grateful your brother-in-law should be at that time, how grateful your sister should be to you, and of course your brother-in-law's children, and his whole family was saved by you. Think about it carefully."

After Piatov unconsciously touched his chin, he whispered: "Well, let me think about it."

Chris continued to whisper: "I know there are a batch of cannons in the warehouse. I only want that batch of cannons. If there are these cannons, your brother-in-law told me. Otherwise, how could I know, but he doesn't want to sell the cannons to me cheaply. He is only willing to sell them to me at the price set by Big Ivan and then hand over the money to Big Ivan. But why bother? Guy, give it to me at a slightly lower price, and then you and your brother-in-law will get the money, or sell it at the original price, but the money is all from Big Ivan. Oh no, that batch of goods can no longer be sold, and there is no chance to sell it. You can only leave it to Djokovic. Do you think that is more appropriate?"

Piatov took a deep breath, and then he whispered, "So how much can you give me?"

Chris said without hesitation: "Five hundred thousand dollars, cash! As long as you agree, this money will be yours."

Piatov immediately shook his head and said, "It's too low, too low! I admit that what you said makes sense, but even if you're cheaper, it's too low to give you $500,000."

Chris thought for a while and said, "Then you quote a price and say, my brother, you have to be polite, how much do you think the price is appropriate?"
Chapter completed!