After the storm, Nakolu fell asleep. ※%, she was too tired, but very satisfied. This is what she wanted, even if she was ravaged for four or five hours, even if she felt like she was about to die.

This is how men should be, as strong, as wild as Lord William, and so masculine that they make people live and die.

Nakolu was sleeping soundly, but William walked into the lush forest naked, sat cross-legged on the ground and talked to others.

But no one could see where that person was. It seemed that he was talking to the air, but the air could answer him.

"Everyone knows that my favorite thing is hunting, but everyone doesn't know that I'm just waiting for an opportunity to hunt. Now I'm waiting for the opportunity, it's time for me to attack." William made a sound into the air.

The voice was extremely heavy, mixed with a hint of excitement. But he definitely didn't feel anxious after seeing the opportunity, because he was a hunter and knew better than anyone else to be arrogant and impatient.

"This is not a good opportunity, they want far more than you think." A hoarse voice came from the air.

I only heard the sound, but I didn't see the person.

"I've seen it clearly." William stared at the air in front of him and said: "What they want is different from what I want. They have to rely on my strength, and I have to rely on their strength. No team is stronger than them, a ruthless strategist, a flawless tactician, and an extremely fierce combatant. These can be used by me and shortened my time. Similarly, I have also shortened their time, which is a win-win situation."

Being keen on hunting does not mean that William is escaping the world. On the contrary, this is just his time in waiting. He will not try every means to kill Xiao Yuanchao, nor will he enter China to kill the masters behind Xiao Yuanchao.

This is a flawless team, and he has to use the power of this team. This is the opportunity he is waiting for, the team he is waiting for.

"William, you can't control them." The hoarse voice continued, "If I guess correctly, God has contacted them. You have no advantage in choosing."

"Mysterious man, God is high above, secret here, people are missing... My father, I am not for you, but for myself." William continued with a smile: "Of course, it is also for my mother. No matter what you say now, I will follow my own ideas."

The mysterious man represents three people, god, secret, and humans.

"Be careful." The secret in the air said in a constant voice: "Remember, the one you need to guard against is always the one who will hit critically."

"Critical strike? Nothing big." William said disdainfully.

"Wrong! William, you must remember that the power of critical strikes is always the strongest in the same level. If you think that is nothing great, maybe one day you will die under the power of critical strikes. Remember, strategists and tactics are second-hand, and your greatest threat lies in the person who will critical strikes. You are with the dragon, and the dragon is always cruel and tyrannical."

"I'm a hunter." William said lightly.

The secret voice no longer came out, as if it was exhausted, or the warning that it should have been finished, and there was no need to say anything more.

William was still sitting there quietly, staring at the air in front of him with his eyes open. His eyes were filled with wild calm, but the wildness that kept pouring in and out clearly revealed his heart.

He wants more than anyone wants, and he has enough ambition to support him!

Nigeria, Delta.

Xiao Yuanchao sat in his original headquarters and cordially met salesmen from various arms companies - perhaps they were all famous celebrities in the arms industry, but when Xiao Yuanchao came, he was a salesman.

The African Round Table failed to do anything to them, so they rose up and became an alien among African arms dealers, and had the strength to compete with the African Round Table.

The fact that it is impossible to make the African round table helpless has proved their strength, and there is no doubt that it is.

"Mr. Red Soldier, we don't care about the situation in Africa at all. All we have to do is sell arms." A director from General Dynamics said to Xiao Yuanchao: "To be honest, the roundtable has restricted the development of any of our companies. They have integrated the world's arms transactions, guided the war pattern around the world, and made our business very difficult."

Every arms company wants to sell its weapons as much as possible, so they don’t care about the world situation. If World War III can happen, that is something that is popular and is running around and cheering.

Unfortunately, they were powerless because the war pattern was controlled by the roundtable. They could only follow the rules of the roundtable and adopt a relatively equal way of sharing interests.

But there was no way to do this. All weapons companies joined the roundtable and accepted the other party's rules. Perhaps they were satisfied with this rule at the beginning, but as some companies grew and some companies gradually declined, the contradictions in the distribution of interests arise.

"Abrams main battle tank, future combat system combat vehicles, Seawolf class, Los Angeles class and Virginia class nuclear submarines, and Arleigh Burke class missile destroyers..." Xiao Yuanchao smiled and said to the general-powered salesman: "Sir, your weapons are all of this level. IMHO, Africa needs more light weapons."

"Of course, we also have light weapons, but the sales of these weapons in Africa are definitely not a problem. As long as you nod, we can contact the buyer ourselves, and you just need to sit and get a prize."

"How many?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

The salesman smiled and stretched out three fingers to Xiao Yuanchao.

"Are you despising me? Hahaha..." Xiao Yuanchao shook his hand with a laugh and said, "I don't want you to give me a few percent. I only need to leave me a copy of the weapons you sold. In other words, if you sell a destroyer, you have to bring two destroyers, one to sell and the other to me."

"This, this..."

"I will open the Somali market for you!" Xiao Yuanchao narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This is very cost-effective, because 30% of the ones you gave me can almost build another destroyer. Remember, in Africa, I can only help you dump weapons!"

"Mr. Red Soldier, this is really..."

"I'm very busy. The people from Raytheon are still waiting to see me. Why don't we talk about it next time? In fact, there are still twenty or thirty companies waiting to see me. Sorry, I'm missing!"

"Ok, deal!" General Dynamics' salesman made the decision helplessly. He smiled wryly and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "You are a crazy arms dealer, and I have never met someone like you."

"You're right about this," Xiao Yuanchao said with a smile: "Actually, I was already doing arms since I was very young, haha..."

This sentence is correct at all. When Xiao Yuanchao was very young, he had built arms in Anshan, a T-A unit...
Chapter completed!