Yuri, a Russian-Federal man, is the most active arms dealer in the world.
His footprints are spread across five continents, and he can be seen wherever there is war.
Some people say that he is a member of the federal government and is selling arms on behalf of the federal government to some forces that are inconvenient for them to sell arms to.
Including but not limited to terrorists, warlords, and anti-government guerrillas in various countries.
The weapons that passed through his hands were enough to overthrow any African country ten times over.
His reputation is very great in the underground world. Someone once said that without Yuri, the wars between some small African countries would suddenly degenerate to the Stone Age, fighting each other with wooden spears.
Therefore, Yuri has another nickname in the underground world—the Lord of War!
Tang Song never thought that Vigo, the New York gangster boss, actually had such a famous cousin.
It wasn't until he saw Nicholas, no, Yuri's slightly familiar face, that he confirmed his identity.
"Who do you work for, the White House, the Department of Defense, the military?"
Tang Song stirred the coffee and looked at the man in front of him.
The apparent supreme leader of the Federation is the owner of the White House, but there are too many factions within the complex Federation.
Yuri smiled and did not directly answer Tang Song's question:
"I'm just a broker. Some big shots need me as a white glove, including our President.
After all, no one wants to find their fingerprints on a terrorist's gun; that would be embarrassing, right?"
A great arms dealer.
Tang Song recalled the plot in Lord of War, made an evaluation of Yuri in his heart, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. The hand-ground coffee was bitter with a burnt aroma.
Feeling the stimulation of his taste buds, Tang Song suddenly became interested and extended an invitation to Yuri.
"Are you interested in doing something for me?"
Yuri was stunned for a moment, then he laughed:
"Mr. Tang, if you need to sell the weapons in those warehouses, I can help you sell them for free. As for the rest, you should know that I have them here!"
Yuri pointed to his head and said, "There are some things that the big guys cannot let others know!"
Tang Song put down the coffee cup, picked up the check for 10 million on the coffee table, flicked it, and the sound of the paper vibrating was crisp and pleasant.
The smell of money is something I never get tired of hearing.
"Take the check back, and you can take the person with you," Tang Song put the check back on the table, pressed it with two fingers, and pushed it in front of You Li.
"Since you have so many big bosses behind you, you probably wouldn't mind having one more supplier,"
Tang Song counted the checks and said, "I'm not just talking about the weapons in those warehouses..."
Yuri looked at the check that Tang Song pushed in front of him, pinched his chin with his hand, and was silent for a moment.
"African presidents never care where their weapons come from, as long as they can make a hit, but,"
Yuri spread his hands: "But there are also many people who care about me. I have a lot of troubles!"
Since being arrested for smuggling and selling arms, Yuri's identity has changed from a private arms dealer to an arms broker working for the federal government.
The advantage of working for the federal government is that you don't have to worry about supply and safety.
Some of his goods were even pulled directly from federal army warehouses.
But at the same time, he also lost a lot of autonomy, such as the right to sell goods to whom and the source of his weapons.
If the big man behind him is dissatisfied, the evidence in his hands is enough to send him to federal prison for 400 years.
Yuri was able to solve the trouble of selling several warehouses of arms, but giving his customers more choices was not something he could do.
Seeing Yuri's concerns, Tang Song withdrew his hand from the check, stood up, walked to the wine rack beside him, and took down a bottle of Dom Pérignon Rose Gold, known as the King of Champagne.
Tang Song casually opened a bottle of Champagne Dom Perregaux that cost $50,000, picked up two goblets from the wine set, and poured the golden wine into the glasses.
Tang Song walked up to You Li with a wine glass in one hand and handed it to him.
"As long as there is enough benefit, I am never afraid of trouble!" Tang Song raised his glass and drank the champagne in the glass.
"The big shot behind you will agree. After all, I have already bought the admission ticket!" Tang Song said with a smile.
Admission ticket? Yuri also raised his glass and thought about what Tang Song said while drinking.
Tang Song patted Yuri on the shoulder and said:
"Ten days later, there will be a bidding meeting in Italy. There will be a batch of arms that have been salvaged. Sell them and 5% will be yours!"
Yuri was shocked by the Italian arms sales. As an arms dealer, he was well aware of any movement in the arms market.
Not to mention such a major event as the Italian Defense Forces' equipment replacement, many arms companies and industry giants are eyeing this piece of fat meat.
However, there is intelligence that the cooperating arms company for this equipment replacement has already been decided.
Some arms dealers set their sights on weapons discarded by the Italian army.
Yuri had his eyes on this batch of arms, but the quartermaster to whom he gave the gift told him that this batch of arms had also been reserved.
Is it him? Yuri drank the champagne, looked through the glass, and scanned Tang Song, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
Maybe there's a way out.
As a smart man, Yuri had already prepared himself to be abandoned when he chose to cooperate with the Federation.
To this end, he prepared many countermeasures, including false identity information, safe houses, and the exposure of arms evidence that was directly published on websites in various countries around the world after he lost contact.
But facing a behemoth like the federal government, Yuri was not sure whether the things he prepared would be effective.
Yuri was thinking about his retreat and pondering the gains and losses. He quickly finished the wine in the glass, and Tang Song poured him another glass.
Tang Song gave Yuri some time to think about it, and then the two of them tacitly did not mention the cooperation.
While sipping wine, Tang Song listened to Yuri sharing his experiences in various countries in the Middle East and Africa.
I have to say, Yuri is a knowledgeable and talkative man.
He talked eloquently to Tang Song about his experiences.
A gold AK custom-made by the eldest son of a Middle Eastern warlord.
The twin black pearls are as black as ink, with delicate features.
African tyrant who likes to eat human organs
A chief who can choose a concubine from the entire tribe...
Time passed in the small talk, and two bottles of Dom Pérignon Rose Gold were already empty on the table!
Just as Tang Song was holding a glass of wine and listening to Yuri telling how he made an emergency landing on the African grasslands to avoid pursuit by Interpol.
Ryan walked in with a Russian man.
"Boss, Mr. Vigo is here!" Lai En brought Vigo to Tang Song.
Vigo looked at Yuri who was sitting and drinking, and almost rushed over.
However, when he saw Tang Song smiling at the side, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes and he stopped decisively.
"Cousin!" After seeing Vigo, Yuri stood up and walked to Vigo, patted his shoulder, and looked at his body calmly to see if he was injured.
Fortunately, apart from his unshaven beard and poor mental state, Vigo did not seem to have suffered any abuse.
"The misunderstanding between you and Mr. Tang has been resolved! Don't be so reckless next time!"
Vigo is in tears, reckless
Misfortune strikes when one is at home. He was drinking in his villa because of the grief of losing his son and was kidnapped. He was so reckless.
But Vigo also knew that his cousin came to save him, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.
"It's getting late!" Yuri turned around and called to Tang Song, "Mr. Tang, Vigo and I will go back first. Let me know when we decide the time to go to Italy!"
Tang Song picked up the check on the coffee table, took out a checkbook from the drawer next to it, and wrote a check.
After tearing off the check, Tang Song walked up to Vigo, patted him on the shoulder, and stuffed the two checks into his suit pocket.
"Mr. Vigo, my men have been very intrusive during this period. We are all family members from now on. Please don't mind!"
Looking at Tang Song's smiling expression, Vigo shuddered in his heart and forced a smile on his face.
"No! No! Thank you Mr. Tang for taking care of me during this period!"
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After seeing off the two brothers Yuri and Vigo, Lai En sat on the sofa with Tang Song.
Tang Song took out a few pages of paper from inside his clothes and handed them to Lai En.
"Memorize the above content, call Kane and Frank back in the evening, and I will teach you something!"