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Hawke understood.

Seffer was an arms dealer, and not a pure arms dealer. If Hawke had to draw a conclusion to Seffer's business.

Hawke likes to call Seifer organization a grocery store!

One sentence.

What makes money, what does the Seff organization sell?

Intelligence, arms, systems...

But the main business of Seifer organization is still the arms. Although the arms in this world are monopolized by the five overlords like the earth in the previous life, the five overlords still have less than one-tenth of a cake.

However, just one-tenth of this cake is enough to make other unidentified arms dealers beat human brains into pig brains.

In addition to the five legal overlords, arms dealers are all very introverted.

However, the Seif organization can easily complete the arms sales quota set at the beginning of each year in advance, and last year it completed the sales quota for a whole year six months in advance.

How to sell it?

Just like what Seff said just now.

No demand, manufacturing demand.

The arms business is often the most profitable during war periods, but because of the suppression of the five hegemons, in order to avoid being mediated by the five hegemons, small countries have changed to small-scale conflicts in order to avoid being mediated by the five hegemons.

And this gave Sever the space to organize operations.

There is never a shortage of people who work hard for money in this world, and even people from small countries, who need less money to sell their country.

Spending a small amount of money to provoke conflicts, and then selling arms with both sides of the small-scale conflict is the routine of the Seff organization.

but……

Hawke looked at the video and looked very much like Sergeant, and Cry, the woman in the dimension, who also looked very cool, touched his chin.

“No order, manufacture order?”

"You have a high sense of understanding."

Sefer smiled slightly and looked at Ekaterina: "Now I know why you like this little wolfdog so much."

Yekaterina rolled her eyes to Sefer.

"You want it."

"Did you give it?"

"No, but I can share it with you."

"Really, then I'm serious. I'll lend it to me for three days. I promise that your little wolf dog can't get out of bed."

"Haha, I'm afraid you will not get out of bed then."

"Is that so good, but are you little wolf dog willing?"

"It's okay, give some money, he promised to do so. I thought he was very reserved for the first time."

“…”

Hawke ignored the words of the two female gangsters who were discussing his body in front of him, but thought about it and said to Katherina: "So, Katyusha, can this method be avoided?

”

Catherine looked at Sefer, looked at Hawk who was moved, and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but nodded and said, "In theory, it's OK."

Hawke's expression was a little confused: "But this is the case, isn't it too much of a bottom line?"

“…”

Caterina's lips twitched: "Do you still have a bottom line? King likes to kill employers, K2 is an undercover agent, and K3 is now a self-reliant character. Is it difficult for you?"

Actually, Catherine just wanted to say this.

After all, a traditional killer is a traditional weapon. In terms of figurative metaphor, a traditional killer is a pistol, and an employer needs to pull the trigger.

This method of creating demand without demand is like the smart sniper rifle that pursues intelligence in everything now. He can pull the trigger by himself.

And this also means that a killer is no longer a pure tool person. He has always evolved from killing people to killing people as weapons.

This has broken through the bottom line of traditional killers.

This is also what Catherine tried to tell Hawke, but after thinking about it, it seemed that Hawke had no bottom line.

After all, the bottom line of traditional killers also includes not killing their employers, and at the same time, they cannot reach cooperation with any law enforcement agency.

But what about Hawk?

Not only did it violate it, but it was completely violated.

So Katerina thought about it and did not say this. She thought Hawk knew this, but she didn't expect that Hawk had no self-knowledge at all.

Hawke shrugged when he heard Catherine's complaints.

"Actually, I still have a little bottom line."

“Yes, there are, but not many.”

Catherine said in a word, then looked at the time and said to Hawk: "Okay, our submarine is here, we are going to get off the submarine. We are chatting when we have time, and we are dead."

submarine?

Is it the kind of submarine I imagined?

Hawke raised his eyebrows and was about to ask, but in the end, Ekaterina had cut off the signal.

The screen instantly blackened.

Hawke opened his mouth, looked at the dark computer screen, and blinked.

Good guy.

Those who sell arms really make money. Others are private jets or something. Does Seff have their own private submarines?

Awesome.

By the way, if you sell arms, is the money you earned considered hard-earned money?

Hawke touched his chin, and he had the urge to change his career.

Next second.

Hawke shook his head directly. It was too late to change careers now. After all, it was only more than 10 million yuan in hard-earned money. It was not very cost-effective to change careers for more than 10 million yuan.

but……

No employer, manufacturing employer?

Hawke touched his chin.

From the perspective of making money, Sever's suggestion is a good suggestion, and it is very suitable for Hawk's current state.

but……

Hawke thought he still had some bottom line, although not many, but there were indeed.

Although Hawk felt that his bottom line was like a archway, Hawk always felt that people had a bottom line after all.

For example, Hawke earns hard-earned money by killing people, but Hawke never kills his target and offends an innocent third person other than his own.

Sever's suggestion is a good suggestion, but this has broken Hawk's bottom line.

Let’s talk about it again.

Where can I create an employer who can give me 20 million yuan in hard-earned money? At least I can also develop my wealth to one billion yuan.

Hawke sat in his boss' chair, lowering his eyebrows and pondering.

Just then.

The phone rang.

Hawke subconsciously planned to take out his pockets, but looked at the phone that had no calls, blinked, and then looked at the landline phone that was ringing on the table.

When I went to work the first day, someone came to me?

Hawke was slightly stunned.

"Hello?"

"Hawke!"

"Felicia."

"The New York Police Counter-Terrorism Service is here, and there is an acquaintance of yours. Do you want to meet with me?"

"who?"

"George Stacey, Deputy Director of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau."

“…”
To be continued...