The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 603 Gray Merchant

601. Gray Merchant

After finishing the communication with Passel Argent, Yuri Olov let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, looking very tired.

After a while, he dialed another communication again, and the commercial smile returned to his face.

And what appeared in the holographic projection was a Jedi Knight——Anakin Skywalker!

"I've kept you waiting, dear Jedi Knight." Although Yuri-Olov was smiling, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I always thought that I would never be able to do business with a Jedi Knight in my life. Well, at most, I was caught and sent to prison by you again, huh?"

Anakin-Skywalker's face was very gloomy, he gritted his teeth and said: "I need to recover the planet Len-Val, but I don't have enough heavy firepower to hit the Separatist tanks, I need a lot of bazookas and even anti-tank gun!"

"Oh..." Yuri-Olov suddenly realized, "With the productivity of the Republic, do we need to rely on smuggling channels to obtain weapons?"

"The hyperspace channel has been blocked by separatism, and the support cannot be delivered in a short time, and I don't want to wait!" Anakin said seriously.

"Okay, then we can talk about the price." Yuri-Olov said, spreading his hands.

"The money will be secured through the treasury of the Republic!" said Anakin Skywalker.

"I think you got one thing wrong, young Jedi." Yuri-Olov shook his head. "We do a gray business. Do you know what gray is? Oh, it's my favorite color, because it is neither white nor black..."

"I don't want to talk about your preferences!" Anakin snapped.

"You should understand that it is impossible for the Republic to approve this payment. As I said, the gray area, the law, is not allowed." Yuri-Olov smiled slightly, "So unfortunately, the deal cannot be concluded."

"What do you want me to do!" Anakin said impatiently.

"I'm a businessman, so it's very simple, just give me money." Yuri-Olov thought for a while, and then said: "But I think you probably can't afford the money, so let's do it, I'll give you a way .”

"explain!"

"You want to recover the planet Ren-Val, right? Although I don't know why you are interested in this remote planet, but as far as I know, the Confederation of Independent Systems has blocked the hyperspace navigation of the Tyon trade route, and the army of the Republic It's hard to get there, and... I don't think they will invest any power in this planet that has no strategic value." Yuri-Olov said with a smile.

"Get to the point!" Anakin's patience was exhausted, he said through gritted teeth.

"Well, I know that there is a military base of the Republic on the planet Ren-Val. According to the standard configuration of the Republic, a military base has at least hyperspace detectors, high-power hyperspace communication, and a large number of weapons and ammunition. ...I can give you a batch of weapons that can definitely deal a fatal blow to the ATT assault tanks of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and give you a chance to win the battle. But when you win, the hyperspace on the planet Ren-Val The detectors and high-power hyperspace communicators, as well as half of the weapons inventory, belong to me." Yuri-Olov said.

"This is the property of the Republic!"

"Who knows? Maybe the Separatist droids moved all this stuff after they took over the base?"

Anakin-Skywalker had a gloomy face, and after a while, he said word by word: "That's it, deal."

"Then, happy cooperation." Yuri-Olov agreed with Anakin on the delivery method and location, and closed the communication.

After that, he fell on the sofa as if he was exhausted, picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip, and whispered in his native language, "Братипозбро..."

Then he picked up the communicator, hesitated for a moment, and then connected to a frequency band that he hadn't contacted for a long time.

In the holographic projection, a familiar face appeared, handsome and handsome, with melancholy lake blue eyes. It was his younger brother, Vitaly Olov.

"I need your help, Vitaly," Yuri-Olov said wearily.

Vitali in the projection was well dressed, and he didn't look down at all. He just shook his head and said lightly: "Your business is very good, Yuri, I won't participate."

Yuri-Olov became anxious, "So you follow that anti-war organization? Is it useful? Is it useful? Look around you! The whole galaxy is already fighting! Although Tang Xiao is a fucking piece of shit, but He predicted this event ten years ago! This is our opportunity!"

"That's why we want to end this war when each of you is running towards it," Vitaly-Olov said.

"Fuck You!! Isn't the war over when the outcome is decided? Is there something wrong with us just making money in it? At least it's better than making money with shit like the Fourth Group Trade Alliance!" Yuri cursed.

"You don't understand, Yuri. Here I found my lifelong dream. I want to help people! I can't bear to see your weapon piercing someone's chest, we will never work together again Brother." Vitaly said lightly.

"So? This is how you want to be remembered? Waving billboards at the gates of those warlords and begging them not to fight?" Yuri finally got angry, "Listen Vitali, you have nothing in your hand No, then don’t expect those warlords to listen to you!”

"Will Earl Dooku listen to you? Will Tang Xiao? You have no role other than to intensify this war." Vitaly didn't want to talk anymore, he cut off the communication directly.

"Fuck! Fuck!!!" Yuri Olov cursed loudly, overturning all the wine glasses and fruit plates on the small coffee table in front of him.

The cleaning robot that had been on standby slid over immediately and began to clean up the garbage on the ground.

Yuri-Olov calmed down, and then connected to a secret frequency band, "Listen, let's count the anti-tank weapons we have now... No, as many as possible! If you can't make up the number, then put RPG also dug out from the bottom of the box for me!... M-41? Yeah! M-41 is a good thing! Double-barreled rocket launcher, enough firepower! I need 10,000 launchers, and 100,000 rounds of anti-tank missiles!  … OK! You're a fucking bastard! I'll tell that Fucking 4th group myself!"

After speaking, he jumped up and kicked the cleaning robot, but the robot didn't move at all, but he stumbled, then wiped his face again, his expression became humble, and he connected the communication.

"Hi! Miss Gross, long time no see..." He kept his signature smile, and approached the beauty in public costume in the holographic projection.

In fact, after he left Tang Xiao to work on his own, although he established relationships with some manufacturers on the planet Corellia, he was still frustrated to find that his largest supply channel was still Tang Xiao's subordinates. Fourth group.

Although his arms business became bigger and bigger, becoming one of the largest private arms dealers in the galaxy, in the end, he still failed to escape the control of the Dawn star.

Sometimes Yuri even wondered, sometimes, does his brother want to live more freely?

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