"Half a million dollars?"

Mihailo's anger disappeared a little more.

"More, sir."

"Five million dollars?"

Most of Mihailo's anger disappeared.

"More, sir."

"Fifty million dollars?"

Mihailo was no longer angry at all and even smiled.

"It's 300 million U.S. dollars, Chief Mihailo."

Yemarko no longer pretends to be false.

The mobile phone fell on the bear skin, and Mihailo quickly picked it up.

"Ye Marco, if you dare to joke with me, I will sell you to Africa as a male prostitute."

he said seriously.

"Of course not. Everything you heard is true, sir."

Yemarko said equally seriously.

"What does the other party want?"

Mihailo asked.

"Tanks, rocket launchers, and all powerful weapons, as long as we can transport them."

Yemarko said.

"Ask him, where are you going?"

Mihailo said.

Yemarko immediately sent a message to the other party and received a reply soon.

"Japan, sir."

"Japan."

Mihailo breathed a sigh of relief. If it were those countries, then this business would definitely not be possible.

If he dares to sell 300 million worth of arms to the other party to cause trouble, 30 billion worth of arms will be returned later.

"Keep the communication open, I will contact the higher up now."

Of course there was someone above him.

"Contact Jisuke? Sir."

After taking such a big order, Yemarko became bolder and asked more questions.

"nonsense."

Mihailo said angrily at first, and then fell into thinking.

It seems, seems, maybe, that it is not necessary to contact Ji Fu.

Lusk Oblast seems to be closer to Moscow.
Chapter completed!