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Chapter 488:The Most Damned Person

Above the vast sea, the luxury yacht top-floor restaurant, three already washed arms dealers, some overwhelmed looking at the rich wine and vegetables in front of them.

A few minutes ago, a waiter opened a bottle of wine and sobered it on the table, and the main dish of the table was a lobster that occupied half a table, with a fine dish of fruit, a fresh oven on the edge, and a golden and crisp roasted leg, and the hospitality was hearty.

However, the three arms dealers sitting at the table have just seen the thunder of Fan Yize, as if they were roasted in the sea of the sword mountain fire, and now it is the spring of March, and how can it not be difficult to think.

On one side is heaven, on the other side is hell, and in the hearts of the three people, they gradually have some understanding.

The sixteen arms dealers who had been caught, though they had not known each other much before that, had at least heard of it, and had met on some occasion.

Thirteen arms dealers with national backgrounds were dealt with, and the thunder was not allowed to resist anyone.

Now it is not easy to think about entertaining the three of them as a personal act of arms dealers.

Less than a minute after the red wine opened, Fan Yize went to the open-air restaurant, and the waiter at the table came forward to help Fan Yize open the chair of the table.

When the three arms dealers saw the arrival of Fan Yize, they all stood up, but it was strange that they did not know whether they were mistaken, although there were four chairs on the table, but there were only two tableware on the table, and even the glass was two.

In this case, it is obviously impossible for the waiter to get it wrong, and it will inevitably have its profound meaning.

And this is also the reason why these three people, although seemingly deep in heaven on the surface, are still worried.

Fan Yize sat down, looked at the three arms dealers who stood up, did not let them sit down, but said: "You also see, in the end, only one person can sit down."

"Sir, what you need, please, if you command, and do it in the next thing."One of the Arabs said respectfully.

“Do you represent yourself or do you represent your organization?”Fan Yize set his sights on the open-minded Arab.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir?”The Arab’s face stiffened slightly, but then returned to normal, he said.

“It seems that you are not a wise man, and I do not remember your name, but I know that you are actually serving an extremist organization, not only using arms transactions to finance its activities, but also secretly gathering orphans who have been left homeless by the fighting in various parts of Africa and cultivating arms for this extremist organization.”

Speaking of which, Fan Yize's eyes cast a heart-wracking chill and continued: "In order to better control the orphans, you planted three pieces of poppy in the Congolese jungle, controlled the orphans with drugs, made them addicted to drugs, and even brainwashed them, trained these orphans from an early age into an emotionless killing machine, instilled in the most extreme thoughts, and made them human bombs, and made them look like nothing, including their own lives."

Every word of Fan Yize makes the face of this Arab pale, not to mention that what Fan Yize said is true, even if these are false, he is very clear that the person who has mastered the right to kill in front of him will not be better.

What’s more, what Fan said was true, and this time he came to Mogadishu to make a secret deal with the rebels, using arms from the hands of the rebels to get a group of children between the ages of eight and twelve, ready to take them to the Congo secret training camp.

As a result, the war in Mogadishu broke out before it could leave, and he was unable to leave because of the total blockade, and the result was that he is what he is now.

In the face of Fan Yize, like several families, he told his biggest secret, the Arab's face was already as white as snow.

Another Arab on the side and the white man on the side were shocked, and he seemed to be frightened by Fan Yize's words, but it was clear that they were not frightened by the tragedy in Fan Yize's mouth, but by the real identity of the arms dealer around them.

As an arms dealer who can be a business all over the world, what kind of tragedy has not been seen, those children in their ten years old, carrying rifles, killing all the women and children who have been captured in the tribe, are common.

Africa is a paradise for natural terrorists and a stage for extremist ideas and genocide.

Tansambique, the country that the future technology group is gradually taking control, is not only the poorest country in the world, but also the country with the highest proportion of AIDS patients in all countries in the world, and the proportion of AIDS patients in the country is as high as 40%, and the average life expectancy is less than 40 years old.

In the time of the rebellion of the Red Turban Army, the attacking Red Turban Army killed people, which is also a normal microcosm of the African land.

Illness, massacres, not a day goes out in Africa.

The number of brewing tragedies is innumerable.

For a little money, for personal benefit, it is often the price of a sea of blood.

In the face of this silent Arab, Fan Yize said, "You know why I already know your secret, and will take you to the boat?"

“Let me go and you will be a friend of our organization, otherwise our organization will carry out frantic revenge on the future of the technology group.”The right Arab can only rely on the deterrent power of his organization, saying: "Our people will also find you, kill you at any cost, and your family, once a failure, a second time, and a third time, endless."

However, this deterrent is a joke in front of Fan Yize.

“Your threat is interesting, but unfortunately, it has no effect on me.”

Fan Yize's voice had just fallen, and the dragon came out and came to the Arabs, as if carrying a small pet to the Arabs, their arms were only gently throwing themselves out of the open-air restaurant and into the sea.

A adult man of more than a hundred pounds, in the midst of his struggle, was put up by his hand, threw out ten meters away, fell into the sea, and the action was very relaxed, as if the big living people in his hands did not even have any weight.

The other two people at the table were also somewhat blind, and Hercules had seen it, but had never seen such a terrible man.

Why throw it into the sea?

"It is the original sin of such a man to live in the world, and the sharks are hungry."He said slowly.

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