Chapter 911 Killing the Chicken to Scare the Monkey

Mugul is a wise man. As long as he relaxes, the next step will be much easier.

Of course, we can't just think that Mugul really wants to join the Water Organization or Jetro. As long as he is not particularly courageous, or is so stupid that he is completely ignorant, he must show his obedience.

But if you can trust it in the future, you have to take some other measures.

Yang Yi held a hanging thin line in his hand. Because it was soaked in blood, the thin line that should have been flying lightly in the air was pointing vertically downwards. Moreover, the line that should have been difficult to find is now clearly visible.

Mugul looked at the thread in Yang Yi's hand and couldn't move his eyes away at all.

Yang Yi walked to Muguer's side. After he stared at Muguer for a few times, he suddenly said: "You want it? Do you want the entire Middle East market? Just let Jetro give you arms and then you can retail them. Are you sure? ?"

"Sure, of course I'm sure, isn't this what the so-called Middle East market refers to?"

Yang Yi thought for a moment, and then he suddenly said: "Then what percent do you plan to ask for?"

While speaking, Yang Yi wrapped the thin thread with blood beads still hanging on it around Mugur's neck.

Mugul's eyes were straightened, his whole body stiffened, and then he said tremblingly: "Is this necessary? You don't need to do this, really..."

"You haven't answered my question yet, what percentage do you want?"

Mgul swallowed, and when his Adam's apple trembled, he could touch the thread, so Mgul's body trembled even more, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Is everything okay as usual? No, no, no, I was wrong. Yes, what I mean is that it will come true no matter what you say!"

"This answer is wrong, think again."

Mugul let out a breath, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Okay! I thought about it, so it turns out that the arms distributed to the Middle East will be divided into 30% depending on the source, but basically I will get 30% of the entire profit. Bosa gets 20%, Dejona gets 50%, but now Barbossa is dead, right? That’s you...no, it’s Jetrona...70%, can I only get 30%?"

Mugur had indeed made a big concession, but Yang Yi sighed softly, and then he whispered: "Unfortunately, the answer is wrong, then..."

Yang Yi suddenly looked at Mgul's bodyguards, and then he said with a relaxed look: "Does anyone want to take over your boss's position?"

Mugul was stunned for a moment, and then he loudly said: "10%! I only want 10%!"

Yang Yi tightened his hands, and then he said to Mgul's bodyguards who were looking at each other: "Don't any of you want to be an arms dealer? Don't you really know what Mgul does? ? It's an obvious fact, who do we want to be the biggest arms dealer in the Middle East, so who is, you know what I mean? I need a new distributor, a distributor who is not greedy, who wants to try Try it?"

Finally, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties took a step forward, and then he said in a deep voice: "I think I can, sir, I know all the links, and I can also find enough contacts. Now the Middle East is It’s a seller’s market, sir, as long as you are willing to support me, I believe I don’t have to do worse than anyone else.”

Yang Yi smiled and said: "You are right, then I will give you 20% of the profit, but your experience may be lacking, and I actually plan to split the market, so it is a pity that your boss has to Hell, now that we have a guy who can prioritize the market, no one else wants to give it a try, right?"

Another person stood up. The fear on his face was gone, but he slowly said with confidence: "I can do it."

Yang Yi looked at the others and said: "It seems that no one wants to continue to stand up. Unfortunately, you have made the wrong choice. Two of you, one of you can pull the rope at one end. If you move faster, you can be cut off." Former boss’s neck, come here now.”

Some of the bodyguards looked annoyed, and some looked scared. When they watched the two companions walking towards Muguer, Muguul shouted: "You can't do this! You can't do this!"

A bodyguard looked very ferocious on his face. He reached out to pick up the thread held by Yang Yi, but at this moment, Yang Yi suddenly said: "Don't shoot."

Anton suddenly struck with his elbow and broke the Adam's apple of the bodyguard next to Yang Yi. Then he kicked again, followed by a fierce uppercut with his left fist from bottom to top, breaking the other person's throat.

Yang Yi loosened the filament, and he didn't pull one end violently. Instead, he patted Mugur's shoulder with his hand and said with a smile: "Look, I helped you find two men who want to kill you."

Mgul looked at the two men who were clutching their throats and rolling around on the ground speechless and breathless, as if he couldn't breathe, so Mgul took two deep breaths.

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said to Anton: "Call Jetro to come over. I think it's time for him to have a good talk with his distributor."

Muguer felt like he was going crazy. Just a moment ago, he thought he was dead, but now he was unsure again.

On another occasion, Mugul could order someone to be killed more easily than Yang Yihe. Even if he shot hundreds of people, he wouldn't care. But when a thin but cold thread gradually tightened around his neck, he couldn't breathe. When the pain started to sting his skin, the fear that penetrated his bones made him never want to do it again.

Don't even think about it.

"Don't let the traitor die too quickly. Let him feel the pain for a while longer."

Looking at the two bodyguards writhing on the ground, Yang Yi smiled and said to Muguer: "Sit down, don't be nervous, we are partners now, man, relax a little."

Anton put away the gun, Yang Yi patted Muguer on the shoulder, then he sat on the sofa with a smile, and then said indifferently: "Which country are you from?"

"Iraqi, I am Iraqi."

"I heard you have relations with Americans?"

"Yes, yes, I started working for the CIA during the second Middle East War. I was an informant for the CIA. They promised me to immigrate to the United States after the war, but they later said that I had terrorism The tendency was not to let me go. I had many brothers and I had done a lot to overthrow Saddam. Later, the CIA promised to give me a good job, and then I started shipping goods for Barbosa, mainly I will sell arms to whomever the Americans want to give them to, but that’s just the relationship, really, that’s it.”

"Oh, that's right. Do you have children?"

"Yes! Yes! I have two wives and five children. One wife and four children are in the UK, and the other wife and one child are in Baghdad. But I don't mind letting them live in another place, Iraq. It’s too dangerous, where do you think they should go?”

Yang Yi laughed and said: "It doesn't matter where you are, because to us it's the same everywhere. Well, what do you want to say about Nicholas and Barbossa?"