"What? All dead?"

The morning after the Eaglemouth gunfight, Zhao Wuji's palace, Zhao Wuji looked at a middle-aged man in surprise: "The arms are gone?"

The middle-aged man looks in his forties with white hair and looks a little old, but his eyes are like owls, and he is unusually sharp and alert.

The head of arms of the 13th League, Simon Book.

"Yes, someone ambushed Eagle Beak last night."

Simon told the situation: "When Shekov's reception team arrived, there were only exploded vans and charred bodies."

"They counted the corpses and it was close to the sum of the numbers of the two sides. The corpses were also dressed in the 13th League and the Death Squad."

He added the last sentence: "There is no livelihood at the scene."

Zhao Wuji's eyes became sharp: "Where is Concubine Chen Xiu?"

"There were boots and jewelry she burned at the scene, and one of the charred corpses was also confirmed to be a woman."

The book of Simon gave a speculation: "The military division is afraid that he is also dead."

"Asshole, how could this be?"

Zhao Wuji was very angry when he heard this: "The first three arms deals went so smoothly. Why did something go wrong this last time?"

"The Eagle's Mouth is a no-man's land, it is a barren land, and there are usually no ghosts. How can someone go to ambush?"

"And still holding our trade ambush?"

He slapped the table: "There must be a ghost, not the 13th League, or the death squad."

He doesn't feel sorry for the money. Tens of millions are just a drop in the bucket for him. He just feels sorry for that batch of arms, which he sold after begging Taxiong for a long time.

Taxiong was worried about being chased by Huaxia, and also worried that Huaxia would seize the research and development technology, so he refused to give the 13th League heavy weapons.

Zhao Wuji went to great lengths to raise the price, and he also agreed to Shekov's request that Ta Xiong gave him two trucks of heavy weapons.

Who knew that he was robbed before he got it, how could Zhao Wuji not get angry?

"An episode actually happened last night."

Simon book remembered something: "During the shootout, Shekov called Ta Xiong and told him that the fat dog had eaten the arms and the cash box."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were cold, and then he looked disbelief: "Fat dog eats black? Does he have the ability?"

"I don't believe it either. After all, I brought him out. I know him well. He is capable, but he has no ambition.

"Moreover, it is impossible for him to gather a team and kill all 50 or 60 people on both sides of the transaction."

Simon sat up straight: "Besides, what can he do if he steals the cash box and arms? Sell it? Self-supporting the hill? None of this is possible."

"To offend the 13th League and the death squad for something less than 100 million dollars, this is something that is done by the brain."

"But there is a bit of trouble. Shekov said on the phone that the fat dog did it, and the fat dog body was not seen at the scene, so Ta Xiong used the topic."

Having said that, he changed his words: "The death squad did not start a war against us, but we have to give an explanation."

"The so-called confession is just asking for money. Taxiong doesn't like to lose money, so he took the opportunity to put the blame on us."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly: "You will give them 10 million euros later. Five million is the cost of arms, and two million is the death squad's pension."

"The remaining three million is the deposit for the repurchase of arms."

Zhao Wuji has a solemn expression on his face: "Tell him that there will be another batch of arms last night, and it will be fast."

"Leader, to bear the loss for the death squad like this is not equivalent to admitting that the fat dog is the inner ghost? Taxiong will use the topic in the future."

Simon's eyes became sharp: "He is a guy who can't feed enough. This matter must be polished."

"I also know that bearing the loss like this will make us passive, but now I need the power of the'death squad'."

There was a gleam in Zhao Wuji's eyes: "I still want Ta Xiong to ask for another batch of arms. This is about the negotiations between the Thirteen Leagues and Longmen in seven days."

"I have no retreat. I can only walk one way to the end. First I will level Ye Tianlong, and then I will discuss with Ta Xiong about what happened last night."

Zhao Wuji's voice was full of majesty: "Simon, you are going to see Taxiong today, and you must complete the task."

The corner of Simon's mouth moved a little, and then he nodded his head: "Don't worry, the lord, I will take care of this."

He also knew the situation of the Thirteen Leagues. After all the eight heavenly kings died in battle, the strength of the Thirteen Leagues dropped drastically and their morale was extremely depressed.

In the face of Longmen, which possesses ninth-level masters, the Thirteen League can only win the victory with a slant, even though the Thirteen League will pay a heavy price...

"This transaction, you must be careful. Follow all the trustworthy people, tell Taxiong by the way, he'd better check the people around him."

Zhao Wuji exhorted: "The ship capsized once in the gutter, and the ship capsized twice. Not only is it embarrassing and shameful, but it may even be dead."

Ximen nodded again: "Understood."

"The Concubine Xiu is dead... I'm really jealous of the beauty..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly sighed: "A sharp weapon that was finally cultivated, only used once on Ye Tianlong and died. What a pity."

Over the years, Zhao Wuji has been cultivating Concubine Chen Xiufei in the direction of Daji, with the goal of using Concubine Chen Xiufei to conquer the mountain that is difficult to reach by force and money.

In his original conjecture, Chen Xiufei will definitely make contributions, take down the obstacles to the development of the Thirteen Leagues, and win the enemies of the Thirteen Leagues.

Unexpectedly, she only dealt with Ye Tianlong and died before he could win over the death squad. Zhao Wuji felt it was a pity.

Ximen saw that Zhao Wuji was lonely, and thought he was sad about the death of Chen Xiufei, so he hurriedly exhorted:

"Leader's Day is sad and smooth."

"It's a matter of urgency. We must level the gantry as soon as possible, and then find the murderer who ambushed the Eagle's beak. Only in this way can we comfort the military division."

He said caringly: "So the League takes care of the body."

Zhao Wuji came back to his senses and nodded: "Don't worry, I have survived such difficult days back then, and now this situation is nothing."

"Ding--"

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang, Zhao Wuji glanced at the number, narrowed his eyes, and then directly pressed the hands-free button.

"Song Shao, good morning, why call me when you have time?"

Ximen glanced at it. It was Song Chunqiu's call.

Song Chunqiu’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “Mr. Zhao, good morning, I’m sorry to disturb you at this time.”

"Song Shao is polite, everyone is friends, making phone calls is normal, but Song Shao has always been busy with people, so it should be no ordinary greeting."

Zhao Wuji is neither heavy nor light: "Song Shao, just speak up if you have anything, as long as I can do it, I will go all out."

"Talking to Mr. Zhao is a pleasure."

Song Chunqiu exhaled a long breath: "Mr. Zhao is so direct, Song Chunqiu will not be nonsense."

"It's like this. Song Sanpao, a close friend of mine, was discovered by me last night. He was fooling around with my little lover."

"Damn! This bastard, I asked him to help take care of this lover, but he took the opportunity to take care of the bed. I was really angry."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly when he heard the words, not surprised, Song Chunqiu was originally a waste of wood, although there are some signs of showing up recently, but the background is too bad.

At least they were too far behind Song Donghua, so Song Sanpao put a hat on him, just like an ancient housekeeper put a hat on the landlord Lao Cai.

Song Chunqiu was fierce: "Last night I wanted to shoot him down, but he jumped out of the window and ran away. I sent someone to look for it all night and didn't find it."

Song Chunqiu was very angry: "Received news in the morning, this **** ran to Harbin overnight, and he has a buddy over there."

"Hacheng is Mr. Zhao's site. I hope Mr. Zhao can help by catching the **** and handing it over to me."

He made a promise: "As long as Mr. Zhao helps me find him, Song Chunqiu will owe you a favor."

Zhao Wuji squinted his eyes slightly: "Song Shao is polite, I will go all out on this matter, and I will definitely help you find him."

"And faster."

Song Chunqiu has a slight dignity: "Song Sanpao knows a lot about me. If he stabbed out for self-protection, I would be very troublesome..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly laughed...