Ask and Kill One by One

"Kirov, I want to order goods."

That was what Kang De had said.

Business came. He should have been happy.

In particular, arms dealers could eat for three years when they opened. Their clients were still this capable, rich, and generous. Kirov should be enthusiastic and happy to receive such an order call.

However, this time, he only felt waves of… pain.

—Brother, the plane of firearms you bought is enough to plow the entirety of Comoros, right?

Why did he still want it?

Even if Kirov had been in the arms trade for many years and was long bold, he still felt guilty.