Chapter 2448 Bid 500 Million

Xiao Yi wanted to say that if there was a last resort, he could just go to the mafia alone.

I don't want to be involved in it because of my personal grudges. I haven't reached my destination yet, so it may be too early to say this.

The two political factions in country M are fighting for the country's leadership power and the war is in full swing.

Due to the uneven distribution of interests between the two factions, one side wants to rule the country militarily, and the other side intends to introduce other forces to maintain the stability of the country.

The flames of war are spreading from the center of the city to the surrounding areas. In such a civil war, there are huge business opportunities.

Country M was originally a backward country with low productivity. When such a war broke out, arms became the most needed resource.

However, the arms themselves rely on purchases from other countries. For special needs in extraordinary times, we can only reach an agreement with the Mafia.

The mafia is happy to do this kind of business, and both sides can make money.

They don't know whether things are right or wrong. As long as they provide funds, they can sell arms. This is the case in the underground black market.

"In that case, the person who killed Merkel was this Wolf Warrior God of Death?"

The boss of the Mafia, Moro, received Jock in his private residence, and now the two parties are in a cooperative relationship.

They received a batch of arms from another channel. This batch of goods could not be sold because they had promised Edward not to introduce arms to the battlefield.

But this time it was different. Moro changed hands and sold this batch of arms to Jock. Jock would sell it, so the matter had nothing to do with him.

"The stakes are so high that I can't joke with you here. The Grim Reaper is indeed Merkel's murderer."

Jock doesn't need to be afraid of Edward's power now, because he now has a new partner, and he needs to be more sincere towards his partners.

In addition, he had an idea in his mind that if the mafia solved Xiao Yi this time, it would also eliminate the hatred in his heart.

"I'm just telling you the truth. I don't mean anything else. If you think it's nothing, you can treat it as if I didn't say anything."

Jock deliberately said this with emphasis at this moment, and it was not like Moro couldn't hear it. He laughed at the other meaning behind his words.

"Jock, do you think I'm a fool? I can't even hear such a simple thing."

Moro, who was sitting on the sofa, held a goblet in his hand. When he pressed his fingers hard, the goblet turned into glass shards.

Holding the fragment in his hand, Moro felt no pain. His bald head was covered with scars and his eyes were fixed on Jock.

Such a person has a legendary experience. It is said that his scalp was torn off during a fight with his opponent. Later, he underwent surgery to repair it, leaving these scars.

To be able to climb to the position of mafia boss, Moro must have his own means and abilities, otherwise he will die in the hands of others sooner or later.

He is not an ordinary person. After twelve years in prison, in order to survive, he must fight against those in prison.

This is an entertainment activity that local wealthy people and nobles often like to watch. Many prisoners are released, fight one on one, and then place bets on each other. The winner can get higher profits.

The loser will lose the money he bet on the prisoner, and the prisoner who placed the bet is meant to be dead, and the body will be disposed of casually.

There are no benefits for those who win. At most, they only get a few more meals. After they have rested, they will have to face new opponents.

"I have seen too many such things in the prisoner arena. Some people want to kill each other, but do not have the strength, so they try to find a way to let another strong person stand up for him."

Jock's mind was seen through, and he didn't panic at the moment. When discussing business with such a person, the most important thing is money.

As long as money is given, he will do anything. Qiao Ke brought a good bargaining chip this time and said with a smile.

"Oh, I really can't hide it from you, Boss Moro. Now that I've said it, I'll tell you straight away. I want you to help me teach this god of death a lesson."

"How to teach him a lesson? He is in China. Are you planning to let me take people to China to die?"

Moro said, even though he knew that China's Wolf Warriors team had already appeared in Country M.

However, try not to get involved in such muddy waters. The Wolf Warriors Special Team is not so easy to provoke.

Since Jock came to tell Moro the news, he was somewhat prepared. At this moment, he was touching his chin with one hand.

A large ring on his finger, worn on his thumb, symbolizes his identity and status in the Jock family.

"Boss Moro, even I know that the Wolf Warriors team has come to Country M. I guess you don't know about it, right?"

The expression on Moro's face stiffened. Jock had even prepared these things. It seemed that he had prepared the right chips for him to take action.

"Okay, Jock, tell me about your bargaining chip. You must know that there is a price to pay for provoking Wolf Warrior."

"Then this is your business. I'll give you this number, as long as you get rid of that God of Death for me."

Jock stretched out a hand and made a five gesture. The five here was not fifty million, but a real five hundred million.

"Five billion?"

“And it’s still in U.S. dollars, so that should be enough, right?”

Moro's face changed. At this moment, Jock's bid was indeed a bit too high. According to what he knew, the total assets of the Jock family were only tens of billions.

Moreover, in the past few months, the Jock family's oil business has been losing money. He took out 500 million to deal with one person. I don't know if Jock is generous or crazy this time.

"Hehe... I really don't understand. Jock, what are you going to do? It's just for a death god, and the death god killed my people."

"That's true, but because of this death god, my Jock family has caused a lot of trouble. I must get rid of him."

Jock said in a cold tone. Even if it costs such a high price, it is worth it, otherwise he will not swallow this breath.

A good business made Moro feel that Jock's chips were enough, and he also had his own plans. At this moment, Moro leaned back on the sofa and snapped his fingers.

"With such a high price, I have no reason to refuse. I'll do it for you."

"Then I'll transfer 500 million to your account and wait for your news here."

Jock turned around with a smile on his face, which disappeared in an instant. He walked towards the room upstairs and left the rest to the mafia.