At around 1 a.m., Yang Yi's cell phone suddenly lit up.

The phone lit up, but there was no sound, because Yang Yi turned off all the sounds of the phone.

I opened my phone and looked at it, but it was a spam that seemed meaningless.

In terms of modern communication methods, how can it be possible to completely abandon the Internet and mobile phone contact information? Although some things must be passed on by word of mouth, it is of course the most convenient way to just use your mobile phone to convey irrelevant information.

Yang Yi put down his cell phone, took out his satellite phone and dialed it to Anton, but after he called, he made no sound at all.

"The location of the target has been realized, and the target is very tightly guarded. There is a gun reconnaissance radar and battlefield surveillance system in the villa. The target will definitely come to this villa again, but the time is uncertain, so this news is reliable and effective."

After Anton finished speaking, Yang Yi hung up the phone without saying a word.

Yang Yi got up and went to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the faucet and made some noise, and then dialed the phone to Justin.

Although he was right next to Jetero, Jetero did not take away Yang Yi's communication tools, so even if you pass messages under Jetero's nose, it was not a problem. Moreover, Yang Yi believed that Jetero would not have the chance to place any eavesdropping devices on him, but out of caution, Yang Yi chose to contact the outside world as carefully as possible.

After waiting for Justin to connect, Yang Yi whispered: "I've got the information."

"It's done? Really?"

Justin seemed extremely incredible, because it took a few days since he made the request to Yang Yi getting information.

"Of course it's true. I know where Djokovic lives, and I can guarantee that he will be there now. Although I don't know when he will leave, I can guarantee that he will go to that place again."

Justin hesitated: "This kind of information..."

Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "Yes."

"This kind of information, well, isn't that kind of 100% complete information. Do you know what I mean? So, that's the price..."

Yang Yi said without hesitation: "I also know that the defense measures are more perfect than what you ask for. I think the additional charge is also worth it."

Justin exhaled and said, "Man, I can't verify this information myself, so don't mention the price increase anymore. I don't say anything about the price reduction. 10 million. Give me the information, I will give the information to the mission publisher, and give the money to you immediately after I receive the money."

Yang Yi immediately said: "No, pay the money first, and then give the information."

Justin whispered anxiously: "I can't pay you the money, right? And this is still an unverified intelligence."

Yang Yi was uncompromising and whispered: "I believe in your reputation, and you should believe in my reputation. This information will never go wrong, so you must pay the money and deliver the goods in the same way. You give me the money and I will give you the information. This is exclusive information, and I think it is ten thousand not expensive."

Justin paused for a moment, and then he whispered, "Okay, I'll give you the money right away, give me the information."

"In a villa at the southern end of Cape Nicefera, Djokovic goes to many times a year. He is now there. Even if he leaves, he will definitely go back. As long as your customers do not disturb Djokovic, Djokovic will definitely go back. In addition, there is a gun reconnaissance radar in that villa, which can prevent small drones and battlefield surveillance systems. In addition, many people are arranged at various intersections, and anyone close to that villa will be secretly investigated."

Justin whispered, “Is there any more?”

"It's gone."

These words are worth ten million, but it is too difficult to say these words, and you also need good luck.

Information is so valuable. Justin didn't think it was worth it because he had to pay ten million dollars for a few short sentences. He even sold a few shorter but more valuable sentences than this. As for Yang Yi, he was certainly at ease when he received the money.

"The money will soon arrive in your account, and check the account in an hour. Congratulations on killing you very beautifully."

"Thank you, in addition, there is information you want to acquire?"

Justin said without hesitation: "What's the matter?"

"About Djokovic, some internal situations, and Djokovic's collaborators."

"Can you say more specific?"

Yang Yi thought for a while and said, "No."

"So how much do you want?"

"Ten million, at least ten million!"

Justin sighed and said, "Impossible, man, it's absolutely impossible to have ten million. I know a little about the internal situation of the Djokovic group. As for the Djokovic's collaborators, this is even less valuable. Everyone knows that the supporters behind Djokovic are Americans, and a considerable proportion of the arms he sells are Americans, so there is no need to think about what is left after knowing these. Maybe you know who Djokovic's specific collaborators are, but this information is not valuable because there is no buyer. Now the one who needs Djokovic's intelligence the most is Ivan, but he can't go to the United States to kill Djokovic's collaborators."

Yang Yi frowned. He found that the information he thought of making a fortune would really not be sold for much money.

"So how much money do you think of?"

Justin thought for a while and said, "Okay, one hundred thousand."

Yang Yi was startled and whispered: "100,000? You have the nerve to speak at this price?"

"Why are you embarrassed? Man, the internal situation of Djokovic Group is not a secret, and many people know it."

"So let's listen and compare whether our intelligence is consistent."

Justin smiled and said, "Man, what I know is information, it is valuable information. If I tell you what I know and you didn't know, wouldn't I give you money in vain?"

Yang Yi curled his lips and said, "But 100,000 is too little. I know a lot of things, such as Djokovic's personnel arrangements for Ukraine."

Justin whispered: "It's just Jetero or a few others, Nicholas? It's impossible. Djokovic is about to lose control of Nicholas. Do you know this? If you don't know, just treat it as a gift to you for free."

It turned out that Justin really knew about Nicholas. Yang Yi said helplessly: "One hundred thousand dollars is too little. Okay, forget it, I will still keep my own exclusive information. Maybe I can sell it at a high price in the future, but one hundred thousand dollars is too little, so I might as well not sell it."

Justin said bluntly: "Yes, what does 100,000 yuan count? Why don't you give me the information directly?"

Yang Yi smiled disdainfully, but he couldn't be too rude to his only buyer now, so he could only resist his sarcastic impulse and whisper: "You raise the price again, one million US dollars, no, five hundred thousand US dollars are packaged for you, how about it?"

Justin said without hesitation: "It's impossible, at most 100,000, only 100,000."

Yang Yi sighed and said, "Then I'll keep it, goodbye."
Chapter completed!