Chapter 331 Acquaintance, mouse

  The call was answered by a woman.

  After hearing Dean's request, the woman asked him to wait at the gate, and someone would deliver the goods.

  Dean was bored, so he found a corner and squatted, watching the people who came in and out.

In the United States, the second-hand market is very popular, and there are many areas similar to this kind of big market. Some of them are run by famous local people, and some are maintained by some relatively powerful gangsters because of trading items. order.

  This market is like this.

Dean also noticed that the people who maintain order in this market are actually some Asian faces. They are tall and burly, and their lower body is steady when walking, and their eyes are looking around. The fierce temperament of blood.

   These guys have all practiced, and they are not the kind of martial arts that practice routines, and they have definitely seen blood!

   This made Dean involuntarily interested in the gang behind the market.

  His learning ability is very abnormal now, and his physical fitness is even more inhuman. If it is not troublesome, it would be good to learn more fighting methods that are different from muay thai.

time flies.

  Suddenly, Dean narrowed his eyes slightly.

  He saw an acquaintance and walked out of the market.

  The other party was a black-haired and brown-eyed Asian young man with a stern expression. He was tall and tall, with a sharp temperament on his body, which attracted attention, but the other party was a little uncoordinated when walking, and he was actually a lame man.

  The crippled youth seemed to be very familiar with those responsible for maintaining order in the market, and greeted each other warmly. After a short greeting, he walked into the parking lot with a large bag.

  Looking at his back, Dean's memories couldn't help but go back to a few months ago.

  At that time, he was going to the bar with Harry and the others, and he happened to bump into a master who used the Mitsubishi army thorn, and killed a small gang leader in front of many people.

  The murderer is this lame young man (Chapter 234).

   Dean stroked his chin.

   If he remembers correctly, the reason why this guy killed was for a prostitute.

hehe.

  Perhaps if you want to get some true inheritance of Huaguo martial arts, you can start with the other party.

  Ever since he practiced ancient yoga before, his body changed from extreme rigidity to rigidity and softness. Dean realized that although the martial arts handed down from the past are no match for bullets, they still have their own shining points.

   It would be even better if you can practice martial arts for health preservation.

  Now he has no shortage of women and money, and everything is on the right track. As long as there are no accidents, at most two or three years, he can become the behind-the-scenes boss of a pharmaceutical group with full potential.

   It would be a pity not to live to be more than a hundred years old and enjoy all the good things in the world!

   Cranky.

  Dean's phone rang.

  The incoming call is a strange call.

   "It is estimated that the person who delivered the mice has arrived."

  Dean muttered and pressed the connect button.

  A male voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone: "The goods you want have arrived, where is he?"

  Japanese Benzene?

  Hearing the accent, Dean immediately realized that the man on the other end of the phone was a Japanese.

  Some of them who came to the United States from the island country not long ago, when they speak some American vocabulary, they will be quite strange, which is probably similar to the kind that most foreigners speak Chinese, and they also have some strange accents.

  Dean said his position.

   Within a minute, a pickup truck stopped in front of him.

  The car door opened, and an elegant middle-aged man who was about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses got out.

  The middle-aged man glanced at Dean, with a warm smile on his face: "Buyer?"

  Dean nodded: "Where is the mouse I want?"

   "In the car, the goods you ordered are very demanding. They are all specially bred varieties, and the output is very small. These little guys are so delicate."

   During the conversation.

  The man tore away the heavy cover canvas behind the pickup, revealing a large transparent glass box inside.

  In the box, there are about ten small white mice, which are a circle larger than ordinary mice, and they are eating. There are also some boxes connected with unknown instruments at the lower end, which look a bit like simple constant temperature equipment.

   "These are samples, all of which were smuggled out of the laboratory, one for two hundred dollars, no bargaining..."

  The middle-aged man introduced to Dean with a smile.

  Dean was a little surprised when he heard this.

  Holts, who was in the forensics department before, sometimes talked about these things.

  Specially bred high-quality experimental mice generally cost between eight and twenty dollars, depending on the channel, and this is a high-quality experimental mouse. If it is ordinary, the market price is only a few dollars.

   As a result, this guy asked for two hundred dollars, which is a bit expensive even if it is black goods.

   Dean is rich, but he's not stupid.

  Nier's acquisition of the pharmaceutical company is about to come to fruition. Although there is still a local tycoon, Ruos, providing funds, it is impossible for him to pay nothing.

  Ghost knows how many little mice Little Mike will consume.

  Thus, Dean started his first bargaining in two lifetimes: "If we want more quantity, can it be cheaper?"

  Xiao Riben shook his head resolutely, and said in an affirmative tone: "The more you want, the more expensive the price, and we can only provide no more than a thousand experimental mice of this breed quality every month."

kindness?

   It’s not cheap for you to ride a horse, and the price has increased, right?

As soon as Dean opened his mouth, the middle-aged man realized that this guy was a layman, so he continued to explain: "Dude, you must know that what you want is a special contraband. The more we take out, the greater the risk." , so the price is so high."

   Hearing the words, Dean died of the idea of ​​bargaining.

  He put his hand into the backpack he carried with him as a model, took out two rolls of beautiful knives from the subspace, and handed them to the middle-aged man: "Both are worth twenty dollars, and each roll is worth a thousand dollars."

  The middle-aged man took the money, threw it into his pocket without even looking at it, and said enthusiastically, "Do you send the goods yourself, or should I send them there now?"

   These two thousand dollars are nothing.

   What he values ​​is the follow-up income.

   There are not many buyers of this special experimental mouse. Now that you encounter one, you must firmly grasp it.

   "Put it here, I will do it myself."

  Dean realized that the follow-up investment in this is not low, and his mood is not high.

  He thought he had enough money before.

  As a result, any research expenditure of Little Mike may cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, and this may be some inconspicuous investment in the early stage.

  Thinking of the subsequent expensive instruments, which may not even be available for purchase, Dean's scalp tingles.

  It seems that when I go back, I have to hurry up the progress of Neil's wife.

   Behind the truck driven by the middle-aged man, there is a mechanical slide, and one person can easily and smoothly put the box with the experimental rat on the ground.

He took out a business card and handed it to Dean: "In the future, if you are sure to buy this kind of experimental mouse, just call this number directly. Your previous contact information is one-off. In addition, my name is Matsushita Taro, and I am looking forward to it. cooperation."

   After speaking, Taro Matsushita nodded to Dean, got in the car and left.

  Dean stood where he was, looking down at the business card in his hand.

  The business card is very ordinary, and there is only a series of phone numbers on it.

   But after taking the business card, Dean's keen sense of smell smelled a very faint smell of disinfectant from above.

  He suspected that the owner of this business card might be someone from a biological research institution.

  Considering the special features and high prices of these experimental mice mentioned by Taro Matsushita just now, Dean tore up the business card in his hand, wondering: Little Mike’s equipment is poor, what do you want these high-end experimental mice for?

  (end of this chapter)