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(Some descriptions in this chapter are purely fictional and do not discriminate against female friends. Statement! Absolutely no, absolutely not...)

A few minutes later, McIntosh finally burst out with a hearty roar, as if he had been exhausted, and sat softly on the sofa, erecting his round and huge belly, and gasping like a bellows.

Xueyan struggled to sit upright, slowly moved to his side, took a cigar and lighter from the table, lit it, took a sip, and stuffed a slightly wet cigarette into McIntosh's mouth.

This was McIntosh's habit——After becoming his private toy at the age of twelve, Xueyan was forced to become familiar with everything about this fat man. Whether it was good or bad, she had to bear it, and even remember it as an oracle in her mind. The consequences of forgetting or neglecting were very serious. She had seen at least hundreds of girls killed by McIntosh on the spot. The methods were extremely cruel and bloody... Whenever she thought of the piles of fresh minced meat, she couldn't help but want to vomit.

However, it is precisely because of her tenacious and tenacious personality that she was able to stand out among countless girls, become McIntosh's most trusted confidant and the superficial master of the "Silver Zebra".

“Give those guys a “s” level transaction license.”

McIntosh was smoking a cigar, his little eyes flashed with sharp and smart light. His breathing gradually calmed down and his voice returned to normal: "Since they cannot be dug out, we must have a good relationship with them. This kind of modified warship will be very popular, and the price for sale to the outside world cannot be less than 1.8 billion... Mom, it's a pity, if all the money belongs to mine, how great it would be----"

Xueyan nodded tiredly.

......

When she walked out of McIntosh's office, she felt completely exhausted.

The bodyguard in black at the door was still looking at her with strong eyes, but Xueyan had no intention of teasing the other person at all. She just felt uncomfortable all over, her legs were sticky and painful. Even when she walked, she felt a very floating trance.

She felt sad and tears were shining in her eyes.

"Are I born to be a plaything? No one will cherish me, nor will anyone regard me as my life. I will probably always go on like this. All they need is my body. As for love...haha! It is really too far away from me, just a legend that will never be reached..."

When he walked into his room and soaked in the hot tub, Xueyan kept thinking about this question in her mind.

She really wanted to find someone to talk to, but she didn't have a suitable partner.

She began to understand that the word "lost" might be with her forever.

......

Two days later, when Zhao Yi walked into the gate of the "Silver Zebra" club and sat at Xueyan's thick and huge desk under the leadership of a young and beautiful bunny girl, the expression on her face was still confused.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Xueyan's eyes were obviously swollen and red, which was obviously because she had just cried. Although being beaten with a heavy punch would have the same effect, Zhao Yi did not believe the latter.

"nothing----"

Xueyan's answer was very cold. In recent days, she spent most of her time taking a bath. This was also the sequelae left after every time she was summoned by McIntosh. She always spent the most money, bought the most expensive toiletries, and often stayed in the bathroom all day. Only then can she feel that she was a little cleaner, not so dirty, and would not emit a disgusting tobacco and alcohol odor.

Zhao Yi opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

He is no longer the ignorant boy who just came out of S12. His learning and understanding of the external environment is far more than that of ordinary people. Although he has little experience in women, only Zhang Xiaoxian can learn and explore, but in magazines such as "The Sound of the Soul" and "Friends of Women", there are countless articles with resentment and obscene tones that have told him that women are the most unreasonable animals in the world and should never be measured by routine.

"Maybe, I should come back another day."

Zhao Yi was a little restless. This idea came to his mind subconsciously, and his legs and feet began to move, and his hands were ready to exert force at any time and stood up.

Zhang Xiaoxian's body has no secret to him. Naturally, Zhao Yi also began to understand that every woman has a few days every month and cannot be measured by usual standards. They will become very irritable, or even violent.

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Xueyan silently looked at Zhao Yi who was helpless. The look was quite embarrassed and wanted to leave, but obviously didn't know what to say, and finally aroused her a little bit of a smile. So, she took a deep breath, she sniffed hard, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered some very unhappy things. Please forgive me!"

"oh......"

Zhao Yi's answer is a bit mechanical.

"Okay! Let's talk about the main business———"

Xueyan said in a pleasant voice: "Everyone who walks into the "Silver Zebra" has what he needs. It may be a woman or money. Of course, there are also faith and **... What do you want from me this time?"

"I need weapons."

Zhao Yi has never liked to drag his mind. He made his requests very simply, and his words and sentences were so short that they were a bit unreasonable. This surprised Xueyan a little.

She knew that she was very beautiful. In fact, this should not be considered an advantage, but a devil that brought her countless nightmares and terrible memories. Since she was very young, countless men have looked at herself with evil/descene/filth. How old was she at that time? Ten years old? Nine years old? Or eight years old? Even Xueyan didn't know the specific time. She always wanted to forget the twisted scenes with screams and laughter, but when she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but recall the eyes that were staring at her chest and thighs.

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Is he not attractive to him?

Or is he having higher requirements for women and beauty?

But no matter what, Zhao Yi's image in Xueyan's eyes is indeed much better and taller than those men who want to overthrow him when they meet.

"What weapons do you need?"

Trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts in my mind, Xueyan returned to the reality of calming down.

Zhao Yi glanced at her, took out a nano-information magnetic card from his pocket, placed it gently on the desktop, and pushed it in front of her. When the thin and hard card was inserted into the computer information slot, the specific weapon name and related images that needed to be purchased immediately appeared in the center of the holographic screen.

"You...you actually want to buy this?"

Looking at the slowly rotating weapon graphics on the screen, Xueyan couldn't help but frown slightly. After thinking for a moment, she threw a questioning look at Zhao Yi full of suspicion.

The weapons data recorded in nano-information magnetic cards are actually very ordinary. It is an antique that has been retired from the old era, although it has been repeatedly asked by the Earth Federation and the Pan-Joint Military Agency to retire - the surface-to-air long-range missile.

Continuous breakthroughs in technology have long made large-caliber laser weapons fully equipped in the army. Many anti-ship weapons left over from the era of the universe's great immigration now seem unbearable. Although this missile has good tracking performance and an effective range of 100,000 meters, its speed cannot be compared with light-energy weapons. There are too many battle examples that ground missiles have lost the destructive effect they should have on space warships——they cannot be invisible on electronic search screens, and the huge heat source at the tail jet port makes them the best shooting targets for ship-based weapons. Even during the ground ignition stage, laser beams from space are enough to completely destroy them... Over time, few people have used this backward weapon, and gradually faded out of the battle between the two major forces of the Federation and the Pan-United Nations.

To be precise, what Zhao Yi needs is only the weapon launcher of long-range missiles. As for the missile itself, the underground base on the AG64 planet can already be produced. Since more than 20 years ago, this kind of ground-based anti-ship weapon has been completely removed from federal purchase orders. It is also because of this that according to federal law, enterprises that hold the "b" level or above of the Pyramid Industry Alliance can purchase production lines from official channels and manufacture gravitational tracking missiles of different models and specifications.

What surprised Xueyan was not just this backward weapon itself. More importantly, it was the quantity Zhao Yi asked to buy.

"You...you actually need a hundred thousand long-range missile launcher?"

Xueyan's face was full of incredible expressions, and she asked in surprise: "You should understand that these things have long fallen behind. If you want a ground-based air defense weapon, it is best to buy the latest laser cannon. It is not expensive, and..."

"How much stock do you have in your hands?"

Zhao Yi interrupted her and asked, "I mean long-range missiles."

Xueyan frowned and looked at him, no longer insisting. At the same time, she clicked on the computer and called out the warehouse item list. While browsing the various sub-items of the materials quickly, she said seriously: "There are 81,06 launchers in total. Of course, if you are sure you need it, I can make up 100,000 integers for you through other channels."

Zhao Yi nodded and asked, "What is the total payment for the goods?"

Xueyan's face once again showed a smile that was enough to charm any man. She raised her right hand, stretched out her slender and smooth fingers, and gently shook it in the air: "Five billions. Federal standard currency, or the Universal Empire Yuan can."

"Improve it, this price is too high."

Zhao Yi shook his head calmly: "As you said just now, these weapons have long fallen behind. No one except me will be interested in them. These old goods can only be piled up in the warehouse and rust. Even if they are sold as scrap iron, they must pay a large fuse removal fee for the scrap merchant. This is no secret... Of course, based on the pleasant cooperation I once had, I am willing to give a reasonable price for these gadgets."

"How many?"

Xueyan narrowed her almond eyes slightly, half open her pink and moist lips, and licked the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue.

"One billion."

Zhao Yi's soft and soothing voice echoed in the room.

"This is impossible———"

Xueyan vetoed very simply: "You don't understand that all the goods of the "Silver Zebra" can only be sold at the established price. No matter old or new, it's still a total of 100,000 missile launchers."

Zhao Yi did not argue. He raised his legs, tapped his left finger lightly on his knees, and said lightly: "How long have these things been stored in your warehouse? Three years, five years, or ten years? No one will give a higher price than me, and no one will want to buy them. Dear Miss Xueyan, you should be very clear--I am their only customer, and there will never be a second one."

No one spoke, and the room fell silent.

Xue Yan slowly twisted her fingers expressionlessly.

She knew that Zhao Yi was right, and in fact, she herself understood that these old goods would never be able to sell at a high price of 5 billion federal standard currency. But for some reason, she just wanted to cause some trouble for the man in front of her.

He has no interest in himself. Although he hates men looking at him with erotic/erotic/meaning, Xueyan also enjoys the fun of being the focus of everyone's attention.

This is completely caused by the subconscious little girl's emotions.

If...he could show more enthusiasm for me...what can a billion be considered?

Sighing indecisively, Xueyan woke up from her confused fantasy. She decided to end this boring and meaningless dispute. So she sat upright and said in a rather solemn tone: "Eighteen billion, this is my bottom line."

The arrogance in the woman's heart made her want to regain a little joy in this way. Although, the money will eventually be put into the pocket of her boss McIntosh, and she can't even lose a single child.

Zhao Yi stared at her with his crystal-shining eyes for a few seconds, took out the check book from his inner bag of his shirt, quickly wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it over.

The lights reflected a faint anti-counterfeiting watermark pattern on the check. Looking at the black "0" series in the amount column, Xueyan suddenly lost interest in speaking.

She didn't even notice when Zhao Yi left. She only remembered that she issued a bill of lading, and he also said "Thank you" politely.

However, when he walked to the door of the room, he left a sentence that Xueyan didn't quite understand.

"Thank you for helping me. If you encounter any unsolvable troubles in the future, you can find me."

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ag64, Novominsk.

Underground that cannot be seen through by the naked eye, five thousand hidden launch wells with coordinates have been demarcated, under intense construction.

These silos are only ten meters away from the ground, and some are even built directly on the surface. With sufficient energy and sufficient number of them, engineering robots can complete all construction projects in a short time.

At first, Zhao Yi never thought of using long-range missiles as a base for defense weapons.

Zhang Xiaoxian, who had escaped from Zhang Kuishan's suppression, burst out with unimaginable abilities and thinking in a completely free environment.

Perhaps because of the unique talent of women, Zhang Xiaoxian does have a careful thinking in financial management that he feels inferior to himself. She searched through all known conventional weapons tables and finally chose this kind of thing that was almost old and no one bought at all.

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"The defense system should be divided into three layers, medium and near according to different distance standards. As a defensive force at medium and short distances, long-range missiles are most suitable. You should understand that when the number accumulates to a certain extent, it can become a powerful force that overwhelms the mass advantage. The normal rate of fire of conventional laser cannons is about five times per minute, and a small fleet can also ignore hundreds of missiles to attack at the same time. But if this number continues to increase, from five hundred to one thousand, and then to ten thousand, and one hundred thousand. The missile combat locations are then modified in warheads, from one to ten to ten to hundreds... Imagine what kind of scene it would be when the radar screen is covered with more than one million red attack signals?"

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