Tchaikovsky's expression was so serious that it made Gu Fei laugh a little.
There are no enemies here. What could be so worrying and scary that he would make such a fuss?
But when he and Makyem followed Tchaikov to the warehouse and saw the warehouse full of things.
His expression also became solemn.
Even more worried and afraid than Tchaikov.
Because the warehouse was full of bags of white powder.
Tchaikovsky said in a heavy tone, "I've calculated it, at least 300 kilograms."
Three hundred...jin?
Can this thing be wholesaled?
As expected of the biggest local drug lord, he has the goods.
If he hadn't discovered this thing, Gu Fei almost forgot that Salah was not an arms dealer, but a drug lord.
And he is the biggest drug lord in the area.
It is quite normal to have white flour at home.
But, what to do with this thing?
"Oh my god! So much? We're going to make a fortune!"
"These look to be in good condition and should fetch a very high price."
"Isn't this more profitable than arms? Damn it, no wonder Salah has so much money!"
When Makyem's men saw these things, their eyes widened and they were extremely excited.
Only Lao Qiao, Xiong Ying and others who came in casually showed the same solemn expression as Gu Fei.
They are a group of people who grew up under the red flag and received a pure education.
They have been taught since childhood that this thing cannot be touched!
History has also taught them heavy lessons.
So when Gu Fei saw this thing, his first reaction was heaviness, his second reaction was fear, and his third reaction was hatred.
But he remained silent for a moment.
He didn't know what kind of education Maozi had received, nor did he know whether Maozi was as sensitive to this as they were.
It is even more uncertain whether a crazy person like Makyem, who is rampant in the crime zone, still has some conscience.
Exposing one's true attitude at this moment would be detrimental to resolving the issue of this batch of goods.
While he was thinking about this, the eagle was staring at him. Seeing that he had not expressed his opinion for a long time, he frowned and took a step forward.
But just as he was about to speak, Old Joe grabbed his arm.
Old Joe shook his head slowly.
They are here to work for others.
Some things are destined to be ignored.
However, some things are also the bottom line.
If Gu Fei really wanted to go along with these old Russians and make money that would not even allow his ancestors to rest in peace, then they were destined to be two different people and could only go their separate ways.
"Gu Fei."
At this time, Makyem turned around and looked at Gu Fei with a playful look in his eyes.
"We divided the previous shipment peacefully. What do you think of this one?"
Gu Fei glanced at Makjem, but didn't speak to him immediately. Instead, he whispered to Yang Pan'er, "Are you well-informed about the Russians? What's their attitude towards white flour?"
Yang Pan'er tapped her fingers casually on the computer keyboard, and then, one report after another appeared in front of Gu Fei.
The Russian government has been very strict in cracking down on white flour, and anyone who dares to sell it will be sentenced to death.
but……
It's useless.
The Russian country remains one of the countries with the largest white flour trading volume in the world.
In fact, this phenomenon is particularly common in the military.
Cases involving white flour in military courts continued to increase, and the abuse of drugs and even white flour within the military had become quite common.
This is closely related to their constant participation in wars and the need to numb themselves.
However, it is also related to lax law enforcement and a lack of firm attitude.
After reading the news, Gu Fei felt even more depressed. Seeing Markyem's nonchalant smile, he could only close the computer and take a deep breath.
He realized that his peaceful time with Makyem might be coming to an end at this moment.
Because he couldn't bear to see so much white flour flow into the market and harm so many people.
"Old Ma."
After preparing himself mentally for half a day, he finally spoke helplessly.
"Now that this batch of goods is right in front of me, I can't pretend I didn't see it. You know, in my country, trafficking this stuff is a crime more serious than murdering an entire family. I must destroy it. Not a single bit can be left."
Makyem was stunned when he heard this.
Destroy all?
He was stunned for a moment, then sneered disdainfully: "You are so great, you made me think you were a spy sent by some country. Or, after you peeled off the skin on your face, you are actually Stalin?"
Gu Fei ignored his ridicule and said firmly, "I'm not a great man, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't want to be the culprit who killed so many people!"
"Killed so many people? Go out the door now and take a look. How many people have you killed tonight? Do they not have children or families? Are they not human beings? Also, you chose to do this business. Do you know how many people this business will kill?"
"That's different!"
Gu Fei originally felt guilty and a little guilty.
After all, destroying these things would cause Makyem to lose a lot of money.
But after debating with Makyem for a few sentences, he gradually lost his temper and became tougher.
"Selling guns and ammunition is illegal, yes, but most people use them for self-defense. Evildoers do use guns and ammunition to harm others, but what makes them evil isn't guns and ammunition; it's because they are evil. Whether I sell guns and ammunition or not, it won't change their nature!"
"This thing is different. It can easily destroy and change a person. Many people were normal, even good, before taking it. But once they come into contact with it, they lose themselves and become evil, even ruthless!"
"You know, just a little bit..."
He gestured with his fingers.
"Just a tiny bit! It's enough to destroy the life of a person, an entire family! Going against my conscience and engaging in the arms trade is unethical of me, and I'm blinded by money. But, even if I'm breaking the law, I have a bottom line. Not only will I not touch this stuff, I won't allow anyone to touch it under my nose."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it on the bags of white flour.
"So, I'm sorry, Old Ma. If you're willing to walk out of here today, let these things go, and let me destroy them all, then all the Salah treasures I just got will be given to you as compensation for your loss."
"But if you insist on snatching these things from me and doing this business, then my people and I will fight you to the death!"
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