On the other side, an international flight is slowly landing.
A young man with yellow hair, mixed yellow and black skin, wearing large frog-eye sunglasses, but with a rather tall posture, lands in Wu Country holding a passport.
This country has been experiencing so minor conflicts recently.
After leaving the airport, he looked around.
The previous era of stability and prosperity is long gone, and there is no one to pick him up.
Using a translation app, he checked the road signs, confird the bus he needed to take, and after getting on, sent a ssage to an account via his phone, then closed his eyes to rest.
His na is Leng Bing, his current na.
After receiving Zhang Delin's arrangents, he imdiately prepared several identities for himself.
After confirmation from the leadership, he decided to go to Wu Country, the place currently experiencing conflicts.
Only in this chaotic place, where order is nearly collapsed, can he better carry out his mission.
Although the country's overall strength is not very strong, many people from other countries have infiltrated here recently.
Most of the world's strongest countries have their people here; once connected, it's quite simple.
After temporarily finding a good place to stay, Leng Bing spent so money, bribed the hotel manager, and under his arrangent, t the head of the Grey Organization in the capital city.
With plentiful operational funds, he directly bought a large amount of goods from the boss, gaining the chance to et the boss.
"I heard you're from Great Xia?"
Simoski played with a jade stone Leng Bing just handed him, squinting at him.
He scrutinized the man in front of him.
"Yes, I'm from Great Xia. Now internationally, except for white people, only people from Great Xia are this wealthy, right?"
Leng Bing straightforwardly admitted.
Simoski nodded, acknowledging his statent, "Our country is at war now, isn't it unreasonable for you to do business here?"
Leng Bing had already anticipated this question.
"Mr. Simoski, I make a living out of warfare profits. This is our first cooperation, but after this, you'll find you won't regret it!"
Upon hearing this, Simoski laughed heartily, pushing away the beautiful blue-eyed woman who was half-lying in his arms.
He stood up, walked directly in front of Leng Bing, pulled out a Desert Eagle from behind him.
The dark muzzle directly pointed at Leng Bing's forehead, he glared angrily, coldly staring at Leng Bing, "Do you take for a fool?"
"People from Great Xia are never keen on taking risks."
"At the onset of war, all people from Great Xia in Kyiv fled; no one stayed except the reporting journalists!"
"You think I am easy to deceive!"
Leng Bing did not feel any fear towards the cold muzzle on his forehead.
He even extended his fingers, gently holding the muzzle, and slowly pushing it away, "Sir, precisely because of that, I ca."
"Because I am not purely a Great Xia person; I am a mixed-blood. Look at my skin color, and my docunts."
He handed over his passport to Simoski.
Before leaving the country, he crafted four or five identities, this being one, a Xia mixed-blood.
Now, through so drug modification, his skin color will remain like this for about half a month.
The duration for executing this mission is about this ti; if delayed too long, he would have to switch locations, definitely not wasting too much energy in one place.
Originally, this was a highly ti-sensitive matter; if ti were wasted too long, the plan would be pointless to even start.
After a long gaze at Leng Bing, Simoski finally temporarily moved away his gun, returning to his seat.
"Tell , what have you brought this ti?"
"The goods you sold earlier wouldn't bring you much profit, not even enough to cover the transportation costs to bring them here."
Indeed, Simoski is very aware of the current market conditions.
Bringing such goods from Great Xia here, through layers of blockade, various countries' controls, and bribes all around.
Who knows how much money is needed to accomplish that?
Even at market price, the money Simoski paid would only let Leng Bing break even; there is simply no profit.
Leng Bing smiled, "Indeed, you are the underground Emperor of this city; I'm not here to earn money from these goods."
"I ca this ti mainly to sell this item."
He said, taking out a book.
This was a book without a cover, in appearance more like a notebook, looking shabby.
Simoski sneered, "Selling intelligence, right?"
"You want to sell intelligence to soone like , an intelligence broker?"
His laughter grew larger, almost out of breath, but Leng Bing stood there expressionless.
Leng Bing thought to himself.
Just keep laughing, I'll see how wide your jaw drops in shock soon.
"Mr. Simoski, I surely know you are the largest intelligence broker in Wu Country, your intelligence network spans nationwide, even in Western Europe your business is thriving."
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