Capitalist officials love to show off their political achievements, and they will even make a big fuss about helping an old lady cross the street.

It's like a hen laying an egg and cackles for a long time, afraid that others won't know.

The senators of the United Empire are like the officials in the capital of China.

Only with great political achievements will their careers be bright.

Commons likes to use targeted methods to deal with senators.

Beauty + money + political achievements are the sugar-coated bullets he gave to officials.

"Mr. Satan, do you know what I'm going to do next?" Commons said, throwing a cigar to the other party.

Satan glanced at the cigar and remained indifferent.

There is poison in your mouth, what if the cigar contains anesthetic.

Once I fall asleep and the poison is taken away, my trump card will be gone.

He firmly believed that the other party would be able to do such a lousy thing!

"If I don't want to listen." Satan said coldly.

"Haha, then I have something to say. Next, I will dismantle the Gambino family and inherit all your industries in northern Myanmar!" Commons said bluntly.

"I didn't expect that you would even take a fancy to my property in northern Myanmar." Satan said with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't like to show off. I like to take over other people's businesses." Commons said frankly.

"You are so shameless to describe the riots as so elegant," Satan sneered.

"Haha... I don't like to do bad things. As long as you cooperate with me, you can live a superior life here." Commons said generously.

"How do we cooperate?" Satan said with his arms folded across his chest.

"Let me see your value. As long as the money is in place, you can live an early retirement life." Commons said with a hearty smile.

"I'll write you a phone number. He's my agent in northern Myanmar. He has whatever money you want." Satan looked very straightforward.

"That's great! You are a man who knows how to deal with current affairs." Commons praised.

“Don’t be too happy yet. There is plenty of money in northern Myanmar, and there are also dangers and opportunities,” Satan said bluntly.

"I'm quite curious, why don't you tell me about it?" Commons said enthusiastically.

"Northern Myanmar is a city of sin, with warlords fighting each other. You can make a fortune by supporting agents, but the prerequisite is that you provide arms aid." Satan said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Commons and Danny looked at each other. They had both heard this answer before.

Northern Myanmar is a notoriously poor area. It is said to have a high degree of autonomy and sells arms at a very high price.

It is easy to resell arms by relying on one's own connections.

"The weapons are not worth mentioning. There is no use for good weapons in the remote areas." After Danny said this, he put away the scalpel in his hand, and it seemed that he was tempted.

At this time, Commons winked at Danny and asked him to continue asking questions.

"What's your agent's name? How strong is he in northern Myanmar?" Danny said, then stood up and walked to Satan.

"Just call him General Yan. I have built him up to be among the top five in northern Myanmar. The rest is up to you. Don't let me look down on you." Satan said with an attitude that said I doubt your strength.

Wow! Who are you looking down on? Both Danny and Commons felt the contempt from the Godfather.

"Call him now! Seeing is believing, hearing is not." After saying this, Commons took out an encrypted mobile phone from his desk.

"What do you want me to say to him?" Satan asked as he took the phone.

"Let him transfer the money, ask about his difficulties, and tell General Yan that you will entrust us with the responsibility of northern Myanmar." Commons reminded.

Hearing this, Satan looked at Commons seriously, then picked up the phone and dialed the number familiarly.

At this time, Alia opened her laptop. The encrypted mobile phone could check the address area through the computer and hang up the call in time.

The computer showed that the call was indeed made to northern Myanmar.

"Old friend, you finally called back. I'm under a lot of pressure right now. Several short-sighted generals have come to me for justice. I need your help." General Yan said anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Before dealing with Qu Shaochen, General Yan promised that after the matter was accomplished, he would introduce Satan to all the generals.

As a result, nearly twenty generals and an army of 50,000 went, but only a dozen generals returned, and several were killed when the building collapsed.

More than half of the 50,000-strong army was lost, 20 tanks were captured, and many people were still suffering from the aftereffects of mustard gas.

General Yan was the instigator, and the generals who suffered great losses would not let it go.

If it weren't for the concern that General Yan had someone behind him, many generals would have already figured out how to join forces to get rid of General Yan.

As long as they can contact Satan and the other party shows acquiescence, these generals will act without hesitation.

“My old friend, something has happened at home and I have a lot of things to deal with recently. I will hand it over to my friends in northern Myanmar and they will contact you later.” Satan confessed, knowing what he should and should not say.

Before General Yan could react, Commons answered the phone.

He then asked, "General Yan, I'm a friend of Satan. I heard you're in trouble. What do you need us to do?"

this……

General Yan on the other end of the phone was completely confused, his brain almost unable to react.

Suddenly, the person changed. It felt so unreal and I was not used to it.

"May I ask your name? Is Mr. Satan still with you?" General Yan, a veteran, asked tentatively.

The change was too sudden and he had a bad feeling.

"Constantine, you can just call me Mr. Kang. Mr. Satan is unwell and is recovering from his injuries." After saying this, Commons handed the phone to Satan and asked him to say something to dispel General Yan's doubts.

Satan cooperated very well and said, "Old friend, Mr. Kang can handle our troubles. I need to recover from my injuries. If there is anything, please contact me at any time. Remember to call this number."

Upon hearing this, General Yan no longer had any doubts.

"Mr. Kang, several generals in northern Myanmar have been bullying people recently. Do you have any way to help me?" General Yan asked.

"What help do you need? What benefit can you give me?" Commons was most concerned about surprises.

"I need high-tech weapons. I need to defeat them and conquer them. The old rules apply." General Yan said hurriedly.

Old rules?

Hearing this, Commons looked at Satan in confusion.

"It's a 50-50 split. As long as I conquer a general, half of the profits from his industry will belong to me. After operating in northern Myanmar for so many years, I get at least 2 billion Union Coins in dividends every year from reselling arms and various other incomes," Satan explained.

How much? Two billion Lianbi?

Commons, Danny and Alia were all stunned. The small income from Northern Myanmar had already surpassed the annual income of Prison No. 79.

They both do bad things, so why is there such a big difference in the amount of money they earn?

A highly profitable industry!

As expected of the Empire's top black force, its overseas income alone exceeds its own.

It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in my prison!