Game Tycoon Reborn

Chekhov stretched out his arms, casually picked one of them with his fingertips, and squeezed one of them into his hand.

boom!The needle shattered between Chekhov's fingers, but the sharp shards of glass couldn't hurt him at all, and couldn't even cut his skin.

Chekhov's nose twitched twice, sniffing the liquid medicine splashed out of the test tube, his face was immediately intoxicated.

Not only him, but even the gang members around him stared at the box with fascinated and drunk eyes, as if they were staring at the residue in Chekhov's palm.

Chekhov put his palm to his mouth, rolled his tongue, unexpectedly sucked the liquid medicine in the test tube and the test tube into his big mouth, and then chewed vigorously.

It was an extremely unpleasant experience to hear the crackling sound of glass being chewed from the mouth of the Chekhov chief.

"Okay! It's really a good product! It's not bad!" Chekhov's leader kept murmuring indistinctly.

Jin He saw that the other party was already excited, and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to remove the pile of electronic equipment on the forklift.

"Wait a minute!" Unexpectedly, Chekhov suddenly opened his eyes wide and growled.

"Mr. Chekhov, is there anything else you can do?" Jin He asked in a deep voice, his face changing slightly.

Chekhov shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to wake up from the surging drug power, then grinned and said with a big smile: "This Patriot missile defense system is worth about [-] million U.S. dollars. In exchange for twelve high-purity secret medicines, I think the price is okay.

However, it is of little use for you to just buy the defense system and go back. I still have ten intact THAAD missiles here. As long as you bring ten more secret medicines of this level of purity, I will exchange them with you!How about this proposal? "

Jin He was startled when he heard this, and glanced at someone beside him again.

The current market price of each of the ten THAAD missiles is about 150 million U.S. dollars, and the price of ten missiles is at most between 500 million and 2000 million U.S. dollars.

Now Chekhov wants to use less than one-tenth of the value of something, and then exchange ten potions, this is simply a steal!What does he want to do?

"Mr. Chekhov, are you joking?" Jin He smiled reluctantly, because he knew very well that this kind of joke would kill people.

"No, no! I never joke! This is a very serious proposal. My friend, if you can't decide this matter, then ask the one of you who can decide to talk to me." Chekhov smirked. Do not laugh.

Obviously, he didn't regard Jin He as a friend on an equal footing, the so-called friend was just a title.

Jin He frowned even deeper. After pondering for a moment, he finally said, "I can't decide on this matter. If Mr. Chekhov wants to talk, then please go to the Golden Triangle?"

As soon as this remark came out, Chekhov suddenly burst out laughing.

When he smiled, the gang members around him also laughed, and the laughter echoed over the empty steel factory, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"The climate in the Golden Triangle is not suitable for me! Going to that kind of place, why not drink two more bottles of vodka in bed! Stop hiding, come out! I know you are here!" Chekhov's face was full of murderous intent. Shouted loudly.

Jin He was stunned when he heard the words, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Not only him, but even the Golden Triangle fighters behind him also clenched their guns, fully alert, ready to fight at any time.

"Cough, cough!" At this moment, there was an extremely dissonant violent cough sound from Jin He's side.

The guy who had been standing on the left side of Jin He and had made eye contact with him twice suddenly took half a step forward and walked in front of General Jin He, blocking him behind him.

The man tore off the military cap on his head, revealing his gray hair. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Chekhov, do you want to talk to me?"

As soon as this talent appeared, the members of Chekhov's gang suddenly became inexplicably nervous.

Because of that iconic big round face, coupled with this full head of gray hair, the identity of this person is ready to be revealed.

He is the warlord commander of the Golden Triangle, Liu Niu'er.

This man's experience is legendary. He came from a penniless background. He spent his youth in casinos in Myanmar. With his ruthless hands, he pulled a group of people into the Golden Triangle for mixed food. It took 20 years to become the leader of a warlord and start his career in the Golden Triangle. got a name.

When everyone thought that his fortune stopped here, he ended up with an extremely thick thigh and became the agent of a certain powerful secret medicine venerable. He unified all the forces in the Golden Triangle and occupied the jungle city. The momentum soared, like the sky.

Even these foreign gangsters who roamed the Sino-Russian border knew Liu Niu'er's illustrious reputation. Seeing this overlord himself appear at this moment, of course he looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing Liu Niuer take the initiative to show up, only Chekhov was still as stable as Mount Tai, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"It really is you! Haha! I guessed it right! Looks like Lady Luck should sleep in my bed tonight!" Chekhov laughed.

Liu Niu'er remained calm, but looked at him very calmly, with a look of caring for the mentally retarded.

"Let me guess, how many sticks of the secret medicine do you have? Ten? Or twenty?" Chekhov said with a chuckle.

Liu Niu'er smiled slightly, with a calm expression on his face, shook his head and said, "You are wrong! Are you underestimating me?"

"Do you have thirty? Impossible! The perverts in Heinuo Laboratory can't let so many secret medicines go outside!" Chekhov was slightly stunned, and shook his head.

"I still have a hundred!" Liu Niu'er shouted loudly.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked, and even Chekhov's eyes showed undisguised greed.

"But, do you dare to snatch it?" Liu Niu'er's next words were full of disdain, and he shouted proudly in a condescending posture.

Chapter 7 Madness

"Chekhov, you stupid white-skinned pig, don't forget whose subordinate I am! If he knows that you dare to attack our Golden Triangle, you! Including all your subordinates, no one can live If you go on, there won't be any of them." Liu Niu'er said with a proud face full of momentum.

When he opened his mouth like this, both General Jin He and the Golden Triangle fighters guarding them all raised their heads high and their fighting spirit was high.

Because they know that there is an extremely powerful venerable behind the Golden Triangle, even if they are killed today, that venerable will definitely avenge them and tear up all the enemies who dare to provoke the Golden Triangle!

When he heard the word His Holiness, Chekhov's face changed slightly, he seemed a little afraid, he quickly waved his hands, and said with a dry smile: "No, no, absolutely not! We are just talking about business, business! Friends!"

Hearing the other party's resignation, Liu Niu'er's face softened a little, and said in a deep voice: "I hope so. Don't have those stupid thoughts, it will only drag everyone to destruction together."

"Yes, yes! In order to express my apologies, let me put on a show for you all! Bring some wine! The best!" Chekhov shouted loudly without waiting for Liu Niu'er to answer.

Immediately, someone threw a special vodka bottle at Chekhov.

Chekhov took the wine bottle, cut off half of it with a swipe of his hand, and then smashed the secret medicine in the box one by one in front of everyone, and mixed it into the wine.

When he was doing these things, his face was flushed, and he was already drunk with cerumen before drinking.

Strangely, the gang members around were surprisingly quiet, silently watching the leader's performance.

Liu Niu'er immediately became alert and frowned, but he had no way to stop the other party's death behavior, and there was no reason to stop it.

The energy contained in the secret medicine is so great, if Chekhov chews and swallows it, the probability of exploding and dying is too high, even the master of the secret medicine would not dare to go crazy like this!

Chekhov's crazy move also stunned the Iron Lions who were 800 meters away. They thought that the box contained no secret medicine at all, but cough syrup!

"No! The commandos are in position immediately, and the snipers are ready to attack!" Zhang Qingtan ordered through the communicator with a vague sense of crisis.

At this moment, Lu Menglin, Gong Hu, and Zhu Jian had already held their breath, and quietly touched outside the factory wall, only a wall separated them from the people inside.

All of a sudden, Chekhov jerked his neck up and poured half a bottle of vodka mixed with ten secret medicines into his mouth.

As soon as the medicinal wine entered his throat, it instantly turned into an extremely scalding hot stream, causing Chekhov to howl loudly.