"Five," Uncle Chubu said greedily.

"make a deal"

The man in the suit said simply, "Which picture do you want?"

"Give me every other card, starting with the one closest to me." Uncle Chubb said expectantly like a senior gambler.

Hearing this, the man in the suit simply took out the five bills of lading belonging to Uncle Chubu, and then put the ones that had not been picked away into his pocket, "Where is she?"

"The night after the fire in the nursing home, I flew her from Belgorod to Azerbaijan on my private plane and arranged for her to be flown to Morocco on a transport plane."

Uncle Chubu took the bill of lading and looked through it and said, "As for where she boarded the cargo ship in Morocco, I don't know. I didn't know she was so valuable at the time. Damn it, why am I still so unlucky?

?What kind of scrap metal is this?"

“You choose it yourself”

The man in the suit said casually, "I'll go look for it. I hope you didn't lie to me."

"There's no need for me to lie about such a trivial matter."

Uncle Chubu said, "Also, since my good friend has unfortunately passed away, how about letting me do your business with him?"

"no problem"

The man in the suit responded simply and said as he walked out, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Boroshenk."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Maxim."

Uncle Chubu responded nonchalantly, and then anxiously called to his subordinates to pick up the goods quickly with the newly obtained delivery orders.

"The water has been stirred up and become more and more turbid. It depends on who can catch the fish."
Chapter completed!