He overheard the words of the former head of the pirate nation beside him.

Yuan Yi smiled, not taking it seriously at all.

Was he here to make money for Al-Qaeda?

No, he's here to earn money for our mom's port.

A billion US dollars is a lot, a lot.

If converted to RMB, it would be worth six or seven billion. An ordinary person could live comfortably for a lifetime or two.

He, Yuan Yi, regarded money as dirt.

Yuan Yi, of course, disdained such things.

Of course, he didn't either!

The dog system initially rewarded players with money, but later it seemed to stop rewarding them after it realized that Yuan Yi's life was secure.

The monetary reward was canceled outright, and even the promised house and car were no longer provided.

Of course, they didn't give them to regular cars.

However, special vehicles can still be purchased in the store, but they will cost a lot of points.

"Hurry up and go."

Yuan Yi glanced at the man behind him and said.

"Yes, immediately."

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and more than twenty people immediately walked out of the room behind him.

Most of them were indigenous people, and each of them was carrying an M4A1 rifle.

Yuan Yi opened his eyes and saw that there were one, two, or three more people beside him.

He was a little dumbfounded when more than twenty people came out.

No, how many people can this room in your house fit?

He originally thought that apart from the sales and exhibition hall outside, there wasn't much room inside the shop.

Besides the warehouse, there are probably only two rest rooms inside.

But who knew it would be like that Wuling bread – it looks small, but it holds a lot!

Moreover, he could hear breathing sounds coming from inside, proving that there were still quite a few people inside.

How many people are there here?

Yuan Yi looked at the person in charge and asked directly.

"Sir, there are more than sixty people here, including me."

"Our usual task is to sell and transport weapons."

The person in charge turned to Yuan Yi with a smile on his face and said.

"And what about your entire pirate kingdom?"

Upon hearing this, the person in charge shook his head: "There are a total of three strongholds in the entire pirate kingdom."

"In addition to Mogadishu, the other two locations are set up in other city ports."

"They also sell weapons."

Yuan Yi had heard Simmons mention it at the training camp.

Business is tough in the Pirate Kingdom these days, so they can only do small-scale business selling weapons.

Other businesses, such as assisting armed groups in seizing power, have all stopped.

"Alright, you guys get back to work!"

Yuan Yi directly ordered them to drive away the organizations selling weapons.

I saw more than twenty people, each carrying a gun, who went directly to the door and began to forcibly drive them away.

Yuan Yi didn't follow; they could still manage that.

Because the other people's strongholds don't have many people.

The largest group had no more than eleven or twelve people.

Normally there are only three to five people.

When more than twenty men armed with M4A1 rifles came to their door, it was difficult for them not to retreat.

However, they all threatened to report the matter to their boss.

Yuan Yi scoffed at these words.

After leisurely walking out of the market, Yuan Yi headed outside.

After walking for a while, Yuan Yi stopped, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one.

He took a drag and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Come out."

"Isn't it tiring to follow along like this?"

There was no sound from all around.

"······"

"Go back and tell Simmons that since he gave it to me, he shouldn't meddle in other people's business."

"Just take his money properly."

Yuan Yi took another drag of his cigarette as he spoke.

After hearing that the person following him still hadn't reacted, Yuan Yi sighed.

He threw the cigarette on the ground, extinguished it with his combat boots, and then sprinted backward.

Not far from him, around a corner, a man stared at Yuan Yi, who had turned around abruptly, with a look of horror on his face.

He, Mark, is a top-notch scout in the Navy SEALs.

He had initially thought the task would be simple, but only now did he realize its significance.

It turns out that the other person simply didn't want to talk to him before.

Yuan Yi grabbed Mark by the neck.

“Go back and tell Simmons that I said it.”

"Now that this place has been given to me, I'm in charge here from now on!"

"Besides, these little tricks won't work on me!"

“You’ve been following me ever since I left the training base.”

Don't think I don't know.

Listening to Yuan Yi describe in detail the level of his tracking skills.

Cold sweat streamed down Mark's face.

"Sir, I am also acting on Simmons' orders."

"We're all from the same base, there's no need for this!"

He pointed to Yuan Yi's large hand gripping his neck.

He is a man who is 190 cm tall and weighs 110 kg.

He was so easily lifted up by the neck with one hand and slammed against the wall.

It has to be said that this man's strength is truly terrifying.

"Don't worry, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I'm just curious how you managed to tie up everyone in the training camp."

"I also went through the training camp assessment back then, but I wasn't as good as you."

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough."

Yuan Yi looked at the man who was pinned against the wall and whose face quickly turned red.

After letting go, the man fell to the ground.

After glancing down at him, Yuan Yi left immediately.

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