Like a wild dog infected with rabies virus, Potov almost smashed everything that could be smashed in the hotel room. In the corner of the room, the old man who tested Potov's weapons and equipment was beaten to death by Potov...

In order to be safe and to get a good price in the next transaction, Potov naturally conducted a more comprehensive secondary inspection after obtaining the guidance chip of the individual air defense missile. The consequence of the secondary inspection was that the very exquisite guidance chip, after a thick smoke came out inexplicably, burned a hole the size of a thumb.

Faced with the obvious result of being cheated, Potova, who is known for his violence and cruelty on weekdays, naturally would not let go of those responsible for this.

After reaching out and grabbing a bottle of liquor, Potova sipped a few sips of liquor before panting at the old man dying in the corner: "After it gets dark, throw this guy into the sea - I really hope it's in Rwanda now so that I can throw this guy into the group of hyenas I raise, and watch those little cuties tear the bastards who have caused me to pieces!"

Without even a glance at his subordinate who was tremblingly ready to execute his orders, Potov put the bottle to his mouth again. But before Potov could take another sip of the strong wine, the phone placed on the table rang suddenly.

After scanning the string of garbled codes displayed on the phone screen, Potova snorted angrily and grabbed the phone: "Who are you? Where did you get my phone number?"

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed very gentle: "I think I am your neighbor, respected Mr. Potova. If you have time now, I have a business to talk to you?"

Rounding his eyes, Potov responded in confusion: "Business? What are you referring to?"

A gentle laughter came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Of course it was the gadget you just got, respected Mr. Potova. If you are happy, let's meet in the bar on the second floor of the hotel?"

Taking a deep breath, Potov responded, "At least I have to know who you are first?"

"Did you hear about the Codex Consortium?"

Looking thoughtfully at the old man curled up in the corner of the wall, Potov tried hard to calm his voice: "I have to look at my schedule... Well, see you in an hour in the second floor bar!"

Just as he hung up the phone, Potov's eyes began to flash with a light mixed with cunning and greed. He threw down the bottle of wine, and Potov strode to the corner of the wall and curled up to the old man: "I remember you have a child? I'm studying in the UK?"

With difficulty, he broke away from his swollen eyes, and the old man who was hunched in a ball begged weakly: "Please...Mr. Potova, please..."

With a grim smile, Potova whispered: "It depends on whether you are useful to me! Give you an hour to make that chip look like that. If you can do it, then I may not reunite your child with you in the sea!"

Waving his hand, he signaled his men to send the old man who was beaten to death out of the room. Potov was like a trapped beast in a cage, pacing back and forth in the room, muttering unconsciously: "If possible... they have to fail to conduct specific testing... they have to find a suitable place to trade..."

Just as Potov paced anxiously and talked to himself, time passed quickly. When one of Potov's subordinates walked into the room carefully, Potov, who had been impatient, rushed to the subordinate almost with a quick step: "Has he done it?"

He nodded nervously, and the subordinate who had just walked into the room replied: "The effect is not that good, but it seems... according to him, if he could give him a few more hours, maybe it would work?"

Just as the drowning man grabbed the last straw, Potova said without hesitation: "Follow him carefully. Before it gets dark, be sure to restore the chip! Send a few people to the bar first, and I... will arrive later!"

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, Potov rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly washed his face with cold water, trying his best to calm his brain, which was burned by alcohol, and then turned around and walked out of the room.

Obviously, he knew that he would never anger Potov, who was on the verge of mania, and several of the men around Potov had done everything Potov asked for. As soon as Potov approached the bar, a subordinate who had already arrived at the bar immediately whispered to Potov at the two yellow men sitting by the floor-to-cep window: "It's them! I've asked the waiter at the bar, they live on the seventh floor and had already arrived at the bar an hour ago!"

After humming half a sound from his nose, Potova tried his best to slow down his pace and slowly walked to the two yellow men sitting by a table by the floor-to-ceiling window: "It's you?"

He smiled and nodded at Potova. Tang Guoming stood up slowly and stretched out his right hand to Potova: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Potova!"

Just after a dazed kung fu, Potova frowned in confusion: "Where have we seen it?"

Shaking his head firmly, Tang Guoming responded quickly: "This is absolutely impossible! I will never forget any partner I have ever met, but I obviously don't remember Mr. Potova... Please sit down - drink something?"

Hesitantly shook hands with Tang Guoming, Potova slowly sat down on the chair opposite Tang Guoming: "What channel did you get your news from?"

With an exaggerated smile at Potova, Tang Guoming still sat back on the chair slowly: "You don't need to care too much about this, my respected Mr. Potova. Please believe that I am a businessman, and I will spare no effort to do anything that is conducive to promoting business. In view of this, I can not only know that you have the goods I need, but I also know that you never like to waste time. So... the goods are indeed in your hands? Are the goods safe and reliable?"

Blinking his eyes, Potova hummed without comment: "You don't need to care too much about this! Let me remind you that this is an extremely scarce commodity, the price..."

Before Potova finished speaking, Tang Guoming smiled arrogantly: "For the Codex Consortium, price has never been a problem! What I care about is that every penny we pay must be worth the money! So I still have to repeat my question - is the goods safe and reliable?"
Chapter completed!