Mugur is a sensible person. As long as he lets go, the next one will be much easier.

Of course, we cannot think that Mugur really wants to join the Water Organization or Getro. As long as he is not particularly backbone or stupid enough to be completely unintentional, he must express obedience.

But whether you can trust it in the future will have to take some other measures.

Yang Yi held a drooping thin line in his hand. Because it was soaked with blood, the thin line that should have been lightly flying in the air was vertically downward, and the line that should have been difficult to find was now clearly visible.

Mugur looked at the thread in Yang Yi's hand and couldn't move his eyes away at all.

Yang Yi walked to Mugur's side. He stared at Mugur for a few glances and suddenly said, "You want? Do you want the entire Middle East market? Just ask Jetero to give you arms and then you retail them out. Are you sure?"

"OK, of course I'm sure, isn't the so-called Middle East market just referring to this?"

Yang Yi thought for a moment, then he suddenly said, "So what are you planning to get?"

While talking, Yang Yi wrapped the thin thread with blood beads around Mugur's neck.

Mugur's eyes were straightened, his whole body was stiff, and then he said tremblingly: "Is this necessary? You don't need to do this, really..."

"You haven't answered my question yet, how many do you want?"

Mugur swallowed, and the Adam's apple could touch the thread when it moved, so Mugur's body shook even harder, and then he trembled: "Is everything OK? No, no, I was wrong, I mean, how much success you can do!"

"This answer is wrong, think about it again."

Mugur breathed a sigh, and then he said tremblingly: "Okay! I thought of it, it turns out that the arms distributed to the Middle East will be divided into several percentage points, but basically I get 30% of the total profit, Barbosan gets 20% and Djona 50%, but now Barbosan is dead, right? That's you... no, it's Jetrona... 70% of it, can I only get 30%?"

Mugur has indeed made great concessions, but Yang Yi sighed lightly, and then he whispered: "I'm sorry, the answer is wrong, then..."

Yang Yi suddenly looked at Mugur's bodyguards, and then he said with a relaxed look: "Does anyone want to take over your boss' position?"

Mugur was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted: "Yes! I only want 10%!"

Yang Yi tightened his hands tightly, and then he said to Mugur's bodyguards who looked at each other, "Don't you want to be an arms dealer? Do you really don't know how Mugur did it? An obvious fact is, who do we want to become the largest arms dealer in the Middle East? Then who knows what I mean? I need a new distributor, a distributor that is not difficult and greedy. Does anyone want to try it?"

Finally, a middle-aged man who looked in his forties took a step forward, and then he said in a deep voice: "I think I can, sir, I know all the links, and I can also find sufficient connections. Now the Middle East is a seller's market. Sir, as long as you are willing to support me, I believe that I don't have to do anything badly."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "That's right, then I'll give you 20% of the profit, but your experience may be lacking, and I actually plan to split the market, so I'm sorry your boss is dead. Now there is a guy who can choose the market first. No one wants to try it out, right?"

Another person stood up, the fear on his face disappeared, but he slowly said with confidence: "I can."

Yang Yi looked at the others and said, "It seems that no one wants to continue standing up. Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice. You two, one person, one end of the rope, can cut off your ex-boss' neck by moving faster, come here now."

Some of the bodyguards looked very annoyed on their faces, while others seemed very scared. When they watched their two companions walk towards Mugur, Mugur shouted: "You can't do this! You can't do this!"

A bodyguard looked very ferocious on his face. He reached out to pick up the thread that Yang Yi was pulling, but at this moment, Yang Yi suddenly said, "Don't shoot."

Anton suddenly elbowed, smashing the bodyguard's Adam's apple next to Yang Yi, then he kicked another shot, and then a hard uppercut from the bottom to the top of his left fist, smashing another person's throat.

Yang Yi loosened the thin thread, and he didn't pull the end, but patted Mugur's shoulder with his hand and smiled: "Look, I'll help you find two subordinates who want to kill you."

Mugur looked at his two subordinates who were holding their throats tightly, rolling around on the ground, unable to speak or breathing, as if he could not breathe, so Mugur breathed heavily.

Yang Yi sighed, and then he said to Anton: "Call Jetero to come over. I think he should have a good talk with his distributor."

Mugur felt that he was going crazy. Just now, he thought he was dead, but now he was starting to be uncertain.

On another occasion, Mugur could order someone to be killed more easily than Yang Yi. He wouldn't care even if he shot hundreds of people. However, when a subtle but cold thread gradually tightened around his neck, making him breathless and began to sting his skin, the fear that penetrated his bone marrow made him never want to do it again.

I don't dare to think about it.

"You can't let the traitor die too quickly, let him feel the pain for a while."

Looking at the two bodyguards twisting on the ground, Yang Yi smiled and said to Muguel, "Sit down, don't be nervous, now we are partners, man, relax."

Anton put away his gun, Yang Yi patted Mugur on the shoulder, and then he sat on the sofa with a smile, then said calmly: "Which country is from?"

"Iraqi, I'm Iraqi."

"I heard you have something to do with Americans?"

"Yes, yes, I started to serve Cia during the Second Middle East War. I was a Cia informant. They promised me to let me immigrate to the United States after the war, but they later said that I had a tendency to terrorism and would not let me go. There were many brothers. I did a lot of things to overthrow Saddam. Later, Cia promised to give me a good job, and then I started shipping for Barbosa. Mainly, I sold arms to whoever the Americans wanted to give, but it was just this relationship. It was really, that's it."

"Oh, that's it, then do you have children?"

"Yes! Some! I have two wives, five children, one with four children in the UK, and one with one with one in Baghdad, but I don't mind letting them live in another place. Iraq is too dangerous. Where do you think they are suitable for going?"

Yang Yi laughed and said, "It doesn't matter where you are, because it's the same for us everywhere. OK, do you have anything to say about Nicholas and Barbosa?"

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