The ninety-seven-degree water of life vodka and the syrup, ice water and ice cubes were sent into the private room by two dressed female waiters. I don’t know if the curtains that looked a little ordinary had sound absorption and sound insulation. Tang Guoming, who was sitting in the private room, had the sound of noise that was once noisy, but now it was noisy.

After glanced at the bottle of water of life vodka that had just been opened, Tang Guoming raised his hand to stop the two female waiters from making wine, grabbed a cup and poured it on, and drank it all. Then he turned to look at the meatballs that were talking to himself and squeezed into the box: "It seems that no one here dares to drink this?"

Although there is an independent air conditioning system in the box, the overly fat Meatball Tongli still looks sweaty. She grabbed the handkerchief and wiped the sweat left on her neck. Meatball Tongli smiled with a hoarse voice that was rotten by tobacco, alcohol and drugs: "Of course! Even those Russians dare not try this kind of liquor that can be used directly as a fire bomb. And you... look very accustomed to this taste?"

With a calm smile, Tang Guoming leaned on the comfortable sofa: "Who has experienced enough people always need to try something that no one dares to touch!"

With difficulty, he reached out his hand and took out a small silver box from his pocket. He blinked his little eyes that were about to be squeezed by the fat meat and slowly opened the small silver box and placed it on the table in front of Tang Guoming: "This is also included?"

After glanced at the crystal powder contained in the small silver box, Tang Guoming hummed disdainfully: "It's just a third-rate product. For us..., even the little gangsters on the street won't use this to enjoy it!"

Listening to Tang Guoming's vague muttering the specific place name, Meatball hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and retracting the small silver box: "It seems you don't plan to ask for this?"

Still looking disdainful, Tang Guoming snorted coldly: "At least we won't buy this kind of junk! And... until we finish doing serious things, we will never buy something that can only be fun!"

With his tiny eyes blinking, Meatball Tongli waved to a female waiter standing outside the box with difficulty. He didn't know if the female waiter had received unknown people like Tang Guoming in the box countless times. In less than a moment, another female waiter walked into the box with a heavy metal suitcase and placed the metal suitcase on the table in front of Tang Guoming.

He hunched hard and opened the metal suitcase. Meatball Tongli tried hard to widen his tiny eyes and looked at Tang Guoming: "So you want this?"

After glanced at the two Uz submachine guns in the suitcase, Tang Guoming still curled his lips disdainfully: "We don't need children's toys either! If you want to be a broker, then I can only tell you-you can't meet our needs!"

A look of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes, and Meatballs stood up with difficulty: "Okay... It seems that my understanding of you is somewhat different. I wish you a happy time. I have invited you tonight's wine. I wish you all the best, gentlemen!"

Staring at the meatballs, moving their fat body out of the box, the two female waiters standing at the door of the box also followed the door without a trace. Tang Guoming then gave a wink at Fu Xiaofei, but he grabbed the bottle and drank it himself again.

He quickly took out a small electronic signal detector from his waist bag. Fu Xiaofei had just turned on the detector, and the red alarm light on the detector was already on.

He slowly moved the detector without any trace. After just half a minute, Fu Xiaofei had already dug his mouth firmly under the desktop, and silently said to Tang Guoming with his mouth: "At least two eavesdroppers, send the monitoring content instantly!"

Understand and nodded, Tang Guoming reached out and placed the bottle heavily on the table: "There is nothing in this damn place that makes me feel happy - bad residence, bad food, bad bars, and this bad wine..."

Like the best supporting actor, Bao Lei quickly responded to Tang Guoming's words: "But at least we have a less bad commission and commission - if we can get what we need smoothly, the commission and commission we can get is enough for us to rest in the Caribbean for a good rest?"

With a cold snorting disdain, Tang Guoming slightly raised his voice: "But I really suspect that although the Tavi Peninsula does have a good underground arms market environment, can the improved Starlight individual air defense missile system really appear here?"

Seeing Tang Guoming's eyes turned to him, Fu Xiaofei instantly reacted and immediately picked up a weapon expert's style and responded: "What is important is not the improved Starlight individual air defense missile system, but the core guidance chip in the improved Starlight individual air defense missile system. If you can get this chip..."

Almost as Fu Xiaofei spoke, Tongli sat down in a secret quiet room in a bar and stuffed a very old headphone into his ear hole. But in just a few minutes, a proud smile appeared on Tongli's face. He took the phone handed over by a female waiter beside him. Tongli skillfully dialed a phone number and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Shi Nu, it seems that your news is correct. Those yellow people are indeed here to purchase... Yes, they want to improve the Starlight individual air defense missile system. To be precise, all they want is the core guidance chip in the system... Well, you owe me a favor!"

He simply hung up the phone, and did not waste a second of time in the tunnel. He had already called another phone number, and almost without changing his words to another person on the phone.

After five or six consecutive calls, Tongli took a breath with difficulty, grabbed a glass of strong wine beside him and drank it all. Then he looked at the waitress standing beside him: "Okay... there are a few more guys who want to get benefits from the Tavi Peninsula... Go and give them another bottle of wine and then have a good chat with them. Do you know what to do?"

As he watched the waiter walk out of the quiet room with a squeezing touch, Tongli didn't have time to take a breath, the phone call at hand suddenly began to remember. Looking at the number displayed on his phone, Tongli frowned in confusion: "Franklin Benson? Where did this hyena smell the fishy smell of meat?"

Although there was a look of confusion and disgust on his face, the sound in the tunnel had become extremely respectful at the moment the phone was connected: "Mr. Franklin Benson, you..."

Before Tongli could finish his words, a cold voice came from the phone: "Met Ball Pie, I heard that a few strangers came from your territory? Yellow-type... strangers?"
Chapter completed!