"Why don't you eat?" Coco Heike Indias skillfully cut the steak with the knife in his hand. "The red wine is good, don't waste it, k."
Fu Ming looked at the bloodshot steak on the table, and then at the blood-red red wine in the glass.
"As an Oriental, I can't understand why you like eating bloody things so much." He pointed at the wine glass. "This thing has caused me a psychological shadow because of you. Alcohol will affect the speed of my brain's thinking."
Coco blushed, "Don't worry, I didn't drug you... The matter here is over. I'm afraid Victor Abeli will not ask you to cooperate with him. On the contrary, IADC will provide him with great support. It seems that the government here and
The power of the political parties in the north cannot last long."
"The northern forces have me. If you don't want to interfere with Lebanon's affairs, you can leave it alone. I will naturally support the IADC side." Fu Ming held on, cut a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm sorry, I
Can’t attend Uncle Hyke Indias’ funeral.”
Coco's face became ugly. Her father had just passed away. No matter what she did, as long as she mentioned this matter, she would immediately darken. "I will follow his will and bury him in this market where he devoted his life."
Go. Where are you going? The funeral is tomorrow, can’t you wait more than ten hours?"
"My time is very tight." Fu Ming looked at his watch. The current time is 8:15 local time in Lebanon. "The flight will be at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will arrive at Marco Polo Airport in Venice, Italy around 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.
,I'm very sorry."
"It's okay." Coco lowered her head and continued to eat her dinner. The next bite of beef seemed to have lost its taste.
Before Fu Ming had even touched the steak on the plate in front of him, the satellite phone in his pocket rang.
"I have to leave for a while. I will leave too early tomorrow, so I won't say hello to you. We will meet again." Fu Ming smiled apologetically and stood up.
"Can I know your real name?" Coco frowned, her expression even uglier.
"My name is K." Fu Ming stretched out his right hand, "Goodbye, Miss Coco Heike Indias."
Coco also stood up and shook hands with Fu Ming. "I don't know when we will meet next time."
Fu Ming sighed and answered the satellite phone that kept ringing. He turned around and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.
"Hello."
"Mr. K, do you still remember me? Blakely Padar, your batch of fal automatic rifles are very useful." Blakely is the leader of the *** armed forces in the northern province of Lebanon. "The Communist Party is very grateful to you.
"
"Of course I remember, Mr. Paydar." When Fu Ming had an interview with Blakely Paydar, he felt good about this short Middle Eastern man. Fu Ming felt that Blakely trusted him very much. During the entire negotiation at the end of last year
During the process, Blakely Paidar completed the negotiation with Fu Ming while holding his five-year-old daughter, which left a deep impression on Fu Ming.
The Northern Province is different from the Southern Province. Within the area under the jurisdiction of the Communist Party, public security is good, and some civilians will even greet the patrolling armed soldiers of the Communist Party.
In Fu Ming's impression, Blakely was not like Alassad, a leader of the armed forces who wore a camouflage uniform and was always angry. Instead, he was more like a stern and kind father.
Fu Ming did not go far. He stood at the door of the restaurant, took out a pack of Marlboros, and lit a cigarette for himself. "Mr. Paidar, please give my regards to your family."
Coco in the restaurant looked at Fu Ming, who was wearing a black suit, through the transparent glass window. "Won't nicotine damage your brain? You're an unsentimental Oriental!"
The voice of Blakely Paidar's youngest daughter came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, Uncle K."
Blakely laughed a few times on the phone and said, "My dear daughter, you go out first. I have something to say to Mr. K."
"What's going on?" Fu Ming threw away the cigarette after taking a few puffs. He pricked up his ears. Since Blakely would call him, there must be something important.
"Alassad should have been killed, and it was you who did it." Blakely's tone was very different from before, and he was not polite to Fu Ming.
Fu Ming did not speak.
"That's what you did. Mr. K, after careful consideration, there are some things I think I should tell you. About two weeks ago, a guy codenamed vampire came to me. He told me that if I could kill
Vasily Ivanovich, who is currently in charge of the Lebanese arms market, and kills the next successor in the region after Vasily's death, the IADC will give our *** party very strong support and even unify the country."
Fu Ming frowned and put his left hand in his trouser pocket. It seemed that Alassad did not lie before he died.
"I rejected him and killed all his men, but he escaped. The *** party needs to rely on its own strength to liberate all of Lebanon."
"I admire your decision, and thank you very much, Mr. Peddar." Fu Ming paused, "But unfortunately, the vampire found the Truth Sect, and my friend Mr. Ivanovich has been killed. His
The next successor, Mr. Heike Indias, who was also my friend, has also been assassinated. It was Alassad who did it, so I killed him. Alassad told me the same thing before he died.
.”
"Who is a vampire? Why is your IADC organization involved?"
"To be honest, Mr. Peddar, codenamed Vampire, is the chairman of IADC, the International Arms Dealers Committee. So far, I only know his codename. I'm sorry, IADC is no longer worthy of your trust. But you can
trust me."
Fu Ming turned around and looked at Coco Heike Indias in the restaurant. He found that Coco was also looking at him, so he smiled at her, turned around and left quickly. Behind him, two people followed
The men also wearing black suits are Song Jiahao and Luther Alex.
Coco quickly turned her face, but then secretly glanced at Fu Ming's back. After finding that he didn't look back, she angrily stuffed the last piece of beef into her mouth.
"Haha, Mr. K, you are a trustworthy businessman, otherwise I wouldn't call to remind you. I don't know why the vampires want them dead, but I have an ominous premonition in my heart. Since your two
Two friends have been killed, so your situation is also very dangerous. I'm sorry, I didn't help with your friend's death." Blakely Paida lowered his voice.
"I'm looking forward to our next cooperation with you." Fu Ming was still very grateful to Blakely. After all, as an arms dealer, no one is willing to engage in serious interactions. Blakely's move moved him very much.
"I think it won't be too long. Stay safe, my friend. Goodbye." Blakely paused and hung up the phone without waiting for Fu Ming to answer. It seemed like there was an emergency.
Fu Ming pressed the button and put the satellite phone in his pocket.
"Father must be notified as soon as possible." In his opinion, Fu Zhongtian in Russia is now in a very dangerous situation. Indeed, it was not someone else who was killed, but Fu Zhongtian's friend.
Fu Ming returned to the hotel as quickly as possible. "The flight will be at four o'clock tomorrow morning. Go back and tell others not to oversleep." He was already thinking about how much money he had spent on this trip to Lebanon.
The hotel room that was damaged because of Cocoa cost more than 20,000 US dollars, not counting the original hotel room price. Then the rented SUV was abandoned at the Beirut port, plus dealing with Al-Assad and bribing hotel security
and police money…
"Am I here to make money or to spend money..." Fu Ming rubbed his head, "When I get to Venice, I must make a lot of money. This time I need cash, not bank transfer." At the very least,
For cash payment, Fu Mingming could deduct a little money, but for bank transfer, the money was directly transferred to Fu Zhongtian's account, and Fu Mingming paid nothing.
"It's not easy to do any business, and you still need to pay taxes to the IADC..." Fu Ming increasingly felt that working for the IADC was a very unreliable thing. He couldn't make any money, and he might even lose his life if he didn't do it.
With his head full of accounts and figures, he fell asleep in a daze.
Six hours later, it was three o'clock in the morning the next day.
"What should I do? Should I wake him up?" Luther stood at the door of Fu Ming's room. "Could he have gone to the airport in advance?"
"Of course I have to wake him up. How can there be such a boss who lets his employees get up first while he sleeps in there." Song Jiahao coaxed from the side.
"If I want you to scream, I won't go." Matt folded his dark arms, turned his face and started to whistle.
"Wayne! You go." Luther stabbed arms fan Wayne from behind, and Wayne hit the door of the room.
"You just know how to bully me..." Wayne knocked on the door with a sad face. He was the thinnest one in the team, not even as good as Jack Davis, a doctor who had never joined the military.
"Boss, are you awake?"
Fu Ming wasn't sleeping very well. When he heard a knock on the door, he immediately jumped out of bed and looked at his watch. "Damn, where's the alarm clock?" He looked at his phone again. There was no battery at all. It automatically turned on.
Turn off the phone. "Delaying things!" Fu Ming cursed secretly and coughed a few times in embarrassment, indicating that he was awake.
"Ahem. You go find a taxi and wait for me."
Ten minutes later, eleven men took a taxi and headed to Beirut Airport. Fu Ming was still wearing a black suit and glasses. If he took off his glasses, he could see the big dark circles under his eyes.
Almost like a national treasure. Before leaving the hotel, he took away the only two bottles of energy drinks left in the refrigerator. When he saw the dark circles under the eyes of the doctor Jack, which were similar to his, he felt very sympathetic. "Finally, someone is like me.
." He generously handed another bottle of drink to Jack.
Of course, for a security force member who has served as a soldier and carried a gun, staying up for dozens of hours is nothing. Especially the black man Matt Adams, who was as excited as a monkey!
The taxi arrived at the airport, and the security members took the luggage to the check-in office. Only Song Jiahao was left by Fu Ming's side. All the weapons and equipment were left locally and sold to the black market at low prices. In Fu Ming's words,
It's better to save a little than to throw everything away. As for the 'bus', it was brought back to Russia by a ship from Fu Zhongtian Trading and Transportation Company.
"Sir, can you help me see what time the flight to Venice is on the board?" A woman approached Fu Ming, pointed to the airport bulletin board, and asked in Chinese.
There are Arabic words on the bulletin board, but there are also English words. The woman is probably in her early twenties, and her dress is not very fashionable. She has a long ponytail under the beret, which makes her look innocent and cute. The low-waist jeans make her slender legs look more beautiful.
The legs are perfectly outlined.
"It's late. It takes off at 4:15. Miss can't understand Arabic, how did you get here..." Fu Ming turned his head and answered smoothly in Chinese.
But when Fu Ming saw the press card on the woman's chest, he began to regret it. How could a reporter, especially a reporter in Lebanon, not understand English even if he couldn't read Arabic?
"Haha, you are indeed Chinese. I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman here." The reporter extended his hand, "It is fate to meet one of our own in a country at war. My name is Li Jingxue. Nice to meet you, sir."
, what do you call it?”
Fu Ming smiled bitterly. His nationality was discovered just like this. It was really a big deal.
"It's late. It's taking off at 4:15." Fu Ming repeated what he just said in authentic Arabic.
"It's late, take off at 4:15." This time it was in Japanese.
Fu Ming repeated what he just said to Li Jingxue in English, German, French, Spanish, and even Thai.
"Ms. Li, not all people with oriental faces and who can speak standard Chinese are Chinese." Fu Ming said in English and smiled after speaking.
Li Jingxue was shocked, "Which country are you from?"
"Nice to meet you. My name is know. You can just call me k." Fu Ming's standard London accent made Li Jingxue doubt whether what Fu Ming just said was true.
"Mr. K, I thought it was the no that starts with n. Nice to meet you."
"It looks like we are on our way. I wonder what Miss Li is going to do from Beirut to Venice?" Fu Ming looked at the time.
"I just finished the interview here, and I am going to go back to China later, go to Venice for vacation, and relax. Where is Mr. K?" Li Jingxue had a standard etiquette smile on her face. "Even if you are not Chinese, you will meet a long man on the road.
Foreigners with oriental faces are not bad."
"Just like you, on vacation." Fu Ming also had a habitual smile on his face.
"Boss, your things have been put away. It's almost time. Get ready to board the plane. Miss, our schedule is very tight, so we won't waste your time." The members of the security force who stored the checked items have all returned, and they stood in black suits.
Behind Fu Ming, who was also wearing a black suit.
When Matt saw a stranger around Fu Ming, he was ready to ask the stranger to leave voluntarily. His non-standard English seemed very poor, and the sentence he just said was clearly driving people away.
"It's okay, we're friends. We're just on our way." Although Fu Ming said this, he didn't think so in his heart. A war correspondent would naturally have to return home immediately after the interview to accept some investigations. Going to Venice for vacation? It's okay to fool people.
, it would be too childish to fool Fu Ming.
"Nice to meet you." Li Jingxue stretched out her right hand. She is not stupid. There are eleven men in black suits, many of whom have military habits and know each other. They flew from Beirut to Venice for vacation.
Even if I beat her to death, I wouldn't believe it.
"Me too." Fu Ming shook hands with Li Jingxue.
A man and a woman shook hands, each with their own agenda, and boarded a plane to Venice.